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Addicted Ch. 01

By: CuckStudent



It was the third night in a row, and it was the first time I saw my husband Robert being angry. Usually, Robert was the most mild-mannered, easygoing , soft, cheerful and nicest person you could imagine. But this time he lost it.

"Goddamnit, can't that idiot go to the slut's place?" he growled.

I'd never heard him use the word slut before, and that's when I knew he was angry. The reason for his anger? Our neighbor Tom. While he may have been the same age we were (I, Carol, was 24, Robert 29, and Tom must have been around 28), he wasn't half as settled as we were. Robert, accountant at a local car dealer's, asked me to marry him when I had graduated from college with a degree in philosophy two years ago. We had been going steady for a year and a half, I really loved him and there was no doubt I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

We moved into this apartment building, and while it wasn't exactly top-notch, it did have a pool. It also had extremely thin walls. And that's where the trouble started. You see, Tom, our neighbor, who had moved in about a week ago, liked to fuck. And I don't mean that he liked to have sex, or get busy or whatever euphemism you'd normally give it. No, he liked to fuck, and he liked to fuck with a vengeance.

For the last three nights, Robert and I had trouble falling asleep, because albeit there was some sort of steady rhythm underlying Tom's activities, the rest wasn't exactly soothing. The girls that were with Tom agreed a lot with him during these trysts, and they did it loudly. I think I had never before heard anyone screaming, crying and moaning "Yes" for such a long time. Whenever Robert and I had sex, it was a rather quick and not really noisy affair. It was one of those things you do once a week, but don't really think about much.

Well, Robert had had enough. He jumped up, put on a bathrobe, and stormed out of the apartment. A few seconds later I heard him thumping against Tom's apartment door, which caused the loud agreeing by the girl to stop, and springs squeaking a bit differently than before. Apparently, Tom had gotten off the girl.

What happened next wasn't exactly what you would call a great time for Robert. Let's just say, that his anger didn't match his physique, and that Tom was quite close to ridding Robert of a few teeth. When Robert came back, he didn't say a word, but I saw that he quite humiliated. I felt really bad for him, but for some reason, somewhere deep inside of me, I felt a bit of contempt for him. This shocked me, and I quickly held him in my arms until he fell asleep. Tom and his girl had resumed their fucking again by then.

The next morning, Robert was already gone when I woke up. For the last few months, he had worked really hard, working insane hours, in order to maybe ascend the corporate ladder (in a dealership, I know). The reason I wasn't working, was that we actually wanted to have a baby. We had been trying for the last 14 months, but somehow it just didn't work. Robert didn't yet want to see a doctor, so we just kept at it.

My day at home was always rather routine. I'd go grocery shopping, then I'd hang out by the pool and work on my tan. With my bleached blond hair and a rather curvy body, I was always the attraction of the apartment building. Unfortunately, sometimes there were kids around, so I couldn't really work on my breast's tan, if you know what I mean.

That day, I went to the pool around noon. There was nobody there, so I dared to take off my top, and revel in the beautiful sunshine. My d-cups were happy to finally get some tan as well (yes, my breasts can be happy), and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rays. I must have dozed off for a second, because suddenly I heard a voice:

"I really don't know why your husband doesn't spend his nights the way I do!"

I jumped, and quickly covered my breasts. Of course it was Tom. Shit, how could I have been so careless. The guy had lived here for only a week, and usually there's nobody around at that time who I wouldn't hear (kids, old women and the like).

And yes, there he was, towering next to me. And well, he looked just like you'd imagine him to look. Tall, athletic, ripped, with a shock of dark hair covering half of his handsome face. I definitely knew then why the girls liked to agree with him so much.

Tom just stood there in his trunks, and I was unable to say anything.

"All right, you probably don't want to talk to me after the way I handled the situation last night. But hey, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I just don't like being disturbed during my nightly activities." Tom looked at me with his big, dark eyes, and well, I just couldn't help feeling that bit of contempt for my husband Robert. He had just let Tom keep up what he had done the last three nights. But the thing that really bugged me, was that I really wasn't mad at Tom. On the contrary. I thought he had a point. Robert should do me the way Tom does his girls.

Well, I told Tom that I though Rob had overreacted. He sat down next to me, and that was the first time we actually exchanged more than a "hi" or "how are you". We talked for about half an hour, and I came to the conclusion then, that while a bit rough around the edges, Tom really was a nice guy.

"So, you wanna come up for some dope?" he suddenly asked.

"What? You mean, like a bong?" I replied stupidly.

"Well, yes, I do like to relax like that once in a while. Or rather, every day, haha," Tom said, and grinned at me.

It had been a while since I had smoked dope, and although I had always liked it, I didn't know about it during the day. But then, Rob wouldn't be home for another eight or nine hours. By then, I'd be sober again, and he wouldn't notice a thing. So I agreed.

We went up to Tom's apartment . It did look a lot like I had imagined it. It was messy, there were beer cans all over the place, and pizza boxes covering the floor. It was a tiny apartment, and there was one room that was kitchen, bedroom and living room at once. His furniture was basic, but apparently he took great care of his sleep. His bed was gigantic, and had a metal headboard , from which still dangled a pair of handcuffs. The sheets were all messed up, and when I remembered last night, I knew that there'd be a whole lot of stains on those sheets.

"Excuse the mess, but I'm just not big on cleaning up daily. I do it once a month," Tom said and grinned.

"Ah, that's OK, I don't really like cleaning either but since I'm at home, and Rob brings home the money, well, I just have to do it!" I replied to that.

"Well, you seem to be a good housewife then. I could need someone like you!" Tom joked.

He told me to have a seat, so I removed a few clothes from his sofa, and sat down. I was still in my bikini, but I had a scarf wrapped around my bum now.

Tom removed a huge bong from a cabinet, and started filling it with dope. I was getting a bit excited about it now. He then handed me the bong, and when I put my mouth on the opening, and Tom started to light the dope, I suddenly remembered why I liked smoking dope in college. Because it always made me extremely horny. And sensitive to touch. And well, it turned me into a sex-fiend. After the first hit was through, I felt that familiar tingle, the heat rising to my head, and suddenly to my loins as well.

Tom sat opposite me and grinned.

"Good stuff, huh?" He said, and all I could do was nod.

Well, we both had at least five hits each, and when we were through, I felt I was going to burst into flames. I was so hot, all I could do was lean back and let that wave rush over me.

Tom just started grinning from ear to ear, and after about half an hour, I looked up, and there he still was, grinning. And well, what can I say, I suddenly felt an extreme attraction to this guy. To his apparent carelessness , his hot body, his smile. And his frankness too, because suddenly he said:

"You look like a bitch in heat, Carol. I think someone needs to put out that fire!"

I couldn't control myself really. All my inhibitions were gone, and it felt like back in college, when I had made out with a bunch of guys when stoned. I felt like I needed to liberate myself again, and I did just that.

"Tom," I said, "if you wanna fuck me, now would be a good time!"

It took Tom about a second and a half to rip off my bikini and the scarf. We kissed, hard. I felt his tongue probe my mouth, at the same time I felt his hands all over me. I hadn't even realized I could be as horny as I was then. And Tom, well, the way he grabbed me, I knew I was in for a ride.

He picked me up like a rag-doll and threw me onto the dirty sheets of his bed.

"I knew you're a dirty slut like that. I just fucking knew it!" Tom said, and before I could protest, that in fact I was a prim and proper wife, he had convinced me of the opposite, by kneeling between my legs, and attacking my pussy with his mouth. And while he was taking care of my clit, he roughly jabbed two fingers into my dripping wet pussy. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed being treated roughly like that. After a few times of finger-fucking my pussy, Tom removed the two fingers and pushed them into my asshole. I jumped, because I hadn't had anything up my ass for ages. Rob wasn't into it, and I just never realized how much l had missed it.

"Oh, that's so fucking good!" I moaned. Tom didn't say anything, he just kept alternating between finger-fucking my ass and my pussy, while licking around my clit. He then used another hand, and soon he had two fingers inside my ass, and three inside my pussy, while licking my clit. I had never thought such a treatment would actually give me anything. When I had seen porn movies where guys did that, I always thought it was because they liked treating girls like sluts. Well, while Tom was pounding my holes with his fingers, I realized that being treated like a slut really has an advantage: you are getting the sex of your life!

The first wave came crashing down on me after about 15 minutes of Tom's administrations. For the first time in my life, I screamed while orgasming, and I bucked my hips like a bronco. I couldn't believe I had never had an orgasms like that! But Tom didn't exactly stop after my first orgasm. He just kept at it, but didn't focus his attention on my clit anymore, but kept pounding my pussy while stroking his fingers upwards, making direct contact with my g-sport every time he pulled out a little. I had known my g-spot to exist, but I had never known that it would actually be any good someday. Well, Tom made it good. He made it good big-time.

By the time I had my g-spot orgasm, Tom was finger-fucking my pussy like a madman. I had never had anyone treat my pussy so roughly, but it was exactly what was pushing me over the edge. For the first time in my life, I came with a gush. I think the lights went out for a few seconds after that.

I came to with Tom towering over my face, his dick in my mouth. I couldn't really see it, but it felt like it was huge.

"Come on, slut, it's time for you to get fucked!" Tom said, and pushed his dick deeper into my mouth, making me gag. I was still so dizzy, I didn't care at all. I just kept sucking until it felt like a steel pipe inside my mouth.

Tom then took his dick out my mouth, and flipped my body around like a rag-doll.

"Push your ass up, baby. I wanna see that round ass of yours!" Tom commanded.

I pushed my breasts into the bed, and my butt as high as possible. I was open and wet for him now. When Tom entered me, it felt like I was being deflowered once again. He wasn't that long, but he was so thick, I thought he was about to split me in two.

I let out a yelp, and heard Tom laughing behind me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and with a hard yank, pulled my head towards him.

"You like being treated rough, don't you?" Tom grinned. I wanted to deny it, I wanted to say that in fact I loath being treated like a fuck-doll, but I simply couldn't, because it wouldn't have been the truth.

With Tom's hard dick inside my wet pussy and his fist pulling hard on my blond hair, I felt, for the first time in my life, like a real woman. Forget everything about equality, romance and all that soap-opera shit. Then and there, in Tom's apartment, there was nothing I wanted more than being a total fuck-slut, an object, a piece of flesh that's repeatedly abused by a real man.

And that's what happened that afternoon. And I mean all afternoon. Tom and I fucked and sucked and licked. He pounded my pussy at least four times, and I think I had more orgasm in that dirty apartment that afternoon than I had had my whole life. And each of them was better than all the previous ones combined.

It was only after the fourth time Tom had cum inside of me, that I realized we hadn't used any protection at all. I freaked, but not as much as I should have. Somehow, in the back of my mind, even knowing that I could now be pregnant with another man's child, I thought it to be worth it. That was the moment when I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

To be continued...

Addicted Ch. 01



Several years ago, I was working as a nurse in a St Louis hospital. 16 years of walking the floors created a recurring pain in my knees. Instead of going to a doctor, I started stealing pain pills and charging them to patients. After many months, I got caught. The hospital reported me to the board of nursing and at the hearing it was decided that I would be put on probation and would need to attend therapy for a year.

I went to therapy with a counseling group not far from my Maryland Heights home. The agreement required attendance at a private session on Mondays from 7:30pm to 8pm, a group session on Mondays from 8pm to 9pm, and a second weekly group session on Thursdays from 8pm until 9pm. There was also a family support session during the Monday group meeting but my husband could only attend one night a month. He was an area vice president responsible for the mid-west and northwest United States and was on the road three weeks out of four. He would leave on Monday morning and come home on Friday. 

There were 27 people in my group on Mondays and 19 people on Thursday night. Only 14 or 15 people attended both groups. There were only two other women and they each attended both sessions. Stacey Grant was a very good looking 22 year old with a bubbly personality. She was attending the sessions because she got caught using fake prescriptions that she generated on her computer to get prescription drugs. Mandy Vargas was a tall 30-year-old schoolteacher with a big rear end. She was sent to the group by a judge after two DUIs on successive nights.

The first two sessions were kind of blah as we went around the room and discussed our inner feelings as the counselor tried to get us to work past the stage of denial. During the third session, one of the men took exception at what another man said and they came to blows. Our nurse counselor, Lisa Bean, an Amazonian woman, jumped into the fight and wrestled the attacker to the ground. The other counselor came running in and the fight ended very quickly. James Lacey, the other counselor, was a black guy that had muscles on his muscles. The counselors called a time out while they talked privately with the two men involved in the fight. During the break, I went to the front porch and chatted with Mandy. She had been with the group for four weeks and felt very strongly that she didn't belong there. Several men went into the parking lot where it was suspected that they smoked stuff or drank. They sure were loud and seemed to be having fun. Stacey had gone around the side of the building with another group of men.  

When we were called back to the meeting, Frank Saenz, who the Hispanics called Paco, came up behind Mandy and grabbed her rear end. Mandy blasted him in Spanish and he threw her a kiss. She wished that someone would step on him and I laughed. I found it funny because Frank is only 5'1" tall and weighs about 110lbs. As Stacey bounced past us, I noticed that the zipper on the side of her skirt was half way down but dismissed the fact as just an interesting tidbit. 

During my next private session, Lisa informed me that several members of the group would get together an hour before the Thursday night session, break up into small groups, and go off to discuss their individual issues. She suggested that I try to meet the group as she thought it very beneficial in helping to put our demons to rest. I agreed to be there early and give it a try. I didn't agree because I wanted to go but because Lisa intimidated me. That woman was big, very big. Since I'm only 5', she looks about 6'6" although she's only about six feet tall. I wear a C cup but because of my size, they look large, yet Lisa's breasts dwarfed mine. Every thing about her made me feel small.

Thursday evening, I showed up early and by 7 there were 11 of us at the counseling center. Darren Bales agreed to take one group in his SUV. Stacey said she would go with him and Frank jumped up and said he was also going with Darren. Several of the men laughed at the scene. I was put in a group that would go with Juan Valdez, an older gentleman that was in therapy for multiple DUIs. Also in our group was Phillip Boudre, a 33 year old that also had a drinking problem. He had spent 30 days drying out in a treatment center before joining the counseling group. Jaime Perez and Jose Velasquez were the other two fellows in the group. Jose was a big guy with large ears, a large nose, and big hands with huge fingers. I was hoping that I wouldn't accidentally say something disparaging against Hispanics because that man could have squeezed me to death with his hands. 

Juan's car was older and not that large. I was in the middle of the back seat with Jose on one side and Jaime on the other. It was a little cramped in the back seat. It was also difficult to remain ladylike with my legs spread because of that hump in the middle. 

As we were leaving the parking lot, the men immediately started laughing and talking about Frank. Phillip bet everyone that Frank would have his little pecker out and would be feeding Stacey before they left the parking lot. They were bantering back and forth about that diminutive Mexican and I couldn't help but laugh at the mental pictures they painted. Then Jaime asked me if I sucked dick. Being a nurse, I had learned to meet all men's advances with humor. There was never any sense in pissing off the customer and all patients were customers. I told Jaime that I'd never be caught dead doing that. 

The men started joking and betting about how good I was with my mouth. They made comments about sucking the chrome off a bumper hitch and sucking a golf ball through a garden hose. I kept quiet and let them joke back and forth.

They then started talking about Stacey again and how many men could fuck her in one session. Phillip and Jaime had had their turn with Stacey and they talked about how she loved doing all of them. Phillip said she got him hard with her mouth and then guided him in and tried to buck him off as she tried to take all of him. Stacey lay there and took all five of them, one at a time. Sitting in the back seat between two men with their thighs rubbing against mine and listening to all the sex talk was having an effect on me. 

Phillip then bet everyone that I was wearing a thong. I told him that I did not wear thongs but he insisted. He bet Jose $10 and Jaime $20 that I was wearing a thong. They asked me to show them what I was wearing to see who won. I refused. I told them that I thought we were going to be talking about our addictions and how to cure our problem. Juan said he hadn't thought about drinking since I got in the car. Phillip said all he could think about were my sweet lips. Jaime said that I was his only addiction. Phillip then bet me that I hadn't thought of my addiction since getting in the car. Phillip then repeated that he wanted to see what I was wearing. Again, I refused. 

Jose put his big arm around my neck and firmly but gently pulled me toward him while he jokingly begged to let them see what I was wearing. He used his right hand to grab both of my wrists and hold them. Jaime grabbed my legs, lifted them up and swung them onto his lap. He lifted my skirt up, took hold of my panty hose and panties and started pulling them down. He had difficulty as I struggled but Jose's grip wouldn't let my upper body move. Phillip shouted out, "I lose the bet". I thought Jaime would let me go but he didn't.

He continued to take my underclothes off. Jaime then parted my legs and started playing with my love area. He let everybody know that I was wet. He kept playing with my hot spot and electrical charges would shoot through my body. I threatened to charge them with rape. Phillip reminded me that I hadn't been raped yet. He also reminded me that rape would be difficult to prove. A married drug addict that willingly gets in a car with four men might not get anyone to believe her. He was right. 

I'm laying in the back seat of a car, naked from the waist down, a man working hard to get me excited, and I can't think of a thing to do to get out of this predicament. The exciting feeling continued to build as my thighs and arms were tingling. 

The car pulled into a driveway and Phillip jumped out. The car was driven into a garage. Jaime opened his door, pulled out from under me, let his pants down, and climbed on top of me. He had trouble getting it into me. I didn't want it but I wasn't fighting. I'd never done my husband wrong. Not because I never wanted to but the chances I had just didn't seem worth the effort. I still didn't want to do him wrong but I couldn't find a way out of this situation. 

Jaime finally guided his manhood into me and it felt very very good as he slid in and out. I didn't want to show emotion but it felt wonderful. I was enjoying the feeling of his smooth shaft sliding into my moist opening even as I layed there trying not to show that I was enjoying his thrusts. 

Jose had let go of my hands and gotten out of the car. I wasn't fighting anymore. Jose told Jaime to hurry because we had to get back. Jaime did speed up and I finally started to fuck back. His hips rubbing my thighs as he rapidly pounded me. I was on the threshold of cumming when Jaime let loose. He left me hanging. 

Phillip then told me to get out of the car. As I was getting out, I looked at Jose who was standing in front of me. He was naked and he was gigantic. I had mixed emotions. I wanted Jose's big thing and I wanted to get out of there. Phillip told me to get out of my blouse and bra. It felt strange standing half naked in front of four men. Now I was going to be completely naked. I took my blouse off and then my bra. Jaime grabbed hold of my breasts and started massaging them roughly. Phillip sat on the car and told me to suck him off. In my entire married life, I had never done that. I had sucked my husband but only for a few minutes and only as a part of foreplay. Now Phillip wanted me to become a real cocksucker. The thought did not appeal to me. 

I looked at Juan who was still fully clothed. I looked at Jose again and I couldn't get over how big and thick he was. Phillip told me to hurry, as we didn't have much time. I moved over to him. He was of average size. I stooped over, opened my mouth, and placed my lips around it. He was uncircumcised and it felt funny moving the satiny skin onto and off his purple head. He again told me to hurry and he grabbed my hair and moved my head up and down very fast. I started working him but I was not enjoying it. 

Someone then kicked one of my feet to get me to spread my legs. I felt a hand on my hip as Jose guided himself into me. As he slipped in, I stopped sucking and groaned very loudly. It was sheer ecstasy. He was pumping that big thing in and out very rapidly. As he slammed into me, I could feel his heat. He was rubbing my skin and creating wonderful sensations. He was using his huge hands to play with my large tits. I started sucking Phillip furiously to match the feeling I had between my legs and the electricity flowing through my body. The tingling got stronger and stronger until I stopped sucking and screamed. Jaime made a remark I didn't like about my being a cock-loving whore. Jose kept banging into me and came with a fury. 

There was no love, no mention of affection. I was just a woman to be used. Phillip hadn't come yet but Jose said we had to go. They gave me my clothes except for my panty hose and panties. I sat in the back with Phillip and Jaime. Jose sat in front. As soon as we were in the car, Phillip grabbed my head and told me to finish. I didn't resist. I bent over and started to suck him off. As he got closer to the boiling point, he started to fuck my mouth telling me to swallow everything. He came a lot. I couldn't swallow everything. They had to stop the car and let me out while I threw up. 

We got back to therapy and I sat there wondering about the events of the evening. I knew it was wrong but I actually enjoyed what they had done. I also had to have Jose in me again. It was wonderful. If I had to fuck 10 guys so that I could have Jose, I would do it. After our evening group meeting ended, I was walking to my car when Frank came up to me and said he wanted to talk. I asked him what he wanted to talk about as we got to my car. He said he wanted to fuck me. I opened the back door, lay on the seat, and lifted my dress up, and he got on.



Addicted Ch. 01



Let me know what you all think!

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Jasmine Ward sighed softly as she looked at yet another red dress. Of course, she was happy to be helping her best friend in the world look for bridesmaid dresses for her upcoming wedding, but she couldn't stop the longing she felt. 

Not so long ago, they had both been lamenting the fact that they were utterly alone, but willing to make the best of it. They had hung out, partied, and looked out for each other at the clubs that they attended in the hopes of tracking down fine, eligible bachelors who were looking for more than just a night of hot sex. Now, her best friend, the future Mrs. Candace Brockton-Channing, was shopping for a wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses in the colors of the season, white, black and red. 

The wedding was set for Valentine's Day, which only gave them about four weeks to have everything in order. Candace was already fighting the urge to become bridezilla whenever her fiancé's three obnoxious cousins tried to butt into their planning, and her being pregnant wasn't helping anything. 

If it were up to Jasmine, she would have already handled them, and by handled, she mean beat their asses, but Candace was determined to get along with the bitches. And that meant the Jasmine had to get along with them, but one step out of line and she would cut their damn heads off and not think twice about it. 

"Jazzy, what about this one? You'd look fantastic in it and you'd put the three bitches to shame," Candace called out from around the corner. 

The three bitches was their new name for the trio, Kylie, Kristina, and Kameron, Peter Channing's annoying cousins. They had shown up on the scene as soon as they had heard the news that Peter was getting married. At first, they tried to intimidate Candace into leaving Peter, but with a few choice words and the promise of beatdowns from Candace, complete with a foot up each of their asses and their pretty faces ground into the pavement with the heel of her boots, they were soon dissuaded of that notion. 

Now they were attempting to help, though their form of helping seemed to be showing up when Jasmine was trying on dresses and making comments about the dress, her body, or both. Only Candace's plea not to get into it with them kept her mouth shut. 

Jasmine walked over to where Candace was holding up a red dress that screamed 'Take me.' A tilt of her head as she appraised the dress was the only immediate reaction that Jasmine had. The dress was to die for. It was a pretty silky satin number, with swirled patterns stitched into the fabric around the shoulder and the hem, which would fall a bit lower than mid-thigh. The form-fitting feel to the bodice would highlight Jasmine's full breasts and the way her waist curved out into rounded hips and an ample behind. The skirt looked a bit looser, but it would still cling to her curves. In fact, now that she thought about it, her ass would lift that skirt up another inch or so. It would be positively indecent...and hella hot. 

"So, what do you think, Jazzy?" 

"Well, it would be great if I were going on a date and I wanted to make the man beg...but for a wedding? You don't think it's a bit much? Or should I say not enough?" 

Candace laughed. "Well, when you see who you're going to be walking with, you might be inclined to make him beg." 

Jasmine joined in the mirth. "Ahh, yes, the elusive Kody. When will I finally get to set eyes on this mystery man and these hot brothers that Peter supposedly has?" 

"Whenever I can convince Peter to threaten them with their lives. I can't get those guys to do anything in a timely manner. I'll be lucky if they even show up in their tuxes to the wedding. Pretty soon, I'm going to start threatening them. Or maybe I should tell Peter that one of them made a pass at me." 

"If you don't want that one to live, then maybe," Jasmine joked. Well, it was only sort of a joke. Peter was incredibly possessive of his woman and whatever man thought to get in between him and his 'little one' was asking to be maimed just short of death. 

Candace smiled dreamily as she thought of Peter, and Jasmine felt the painful stab of jealousy flash through her. One day, she was going to look like that, content, happy, and totally in love with the man of her dreams. 

"Should I try on the dress? Do they have it in my size?" Jasmine asked, snapping Candace out of whatever daydream she was lost in. 

A smile that had Jasmine feeling positively wary spread across Candace's features. She was up to something. 

"Size 10? Yes, they do. Try it on and those other two as well. Do the other ones first. I want a wow factor." 

Jasmine frowned. "Wow factor?"

"Girl, you know what I'm talking about. When you try on clothes, try the ones that you're not so sure about first, so when you come out in the last thing, it'll bowl the person you're with over. I want that wow factor and I know you'll be drop dead gorgeous in that dress. So go, get to it."

Candace shooed Jasmine off as she pulled a chair over to the changing rooms. Now, all she had to do was wait. 

*******

Jasmine stepped out of the changing room, talking as she went, tugging down the hem of the dress. It seemed that her butt was doing a little more lifting than she had thought it would. 

"Candy, this dress is positively sinful. I can't walk down the aisle at your wedding like this, someone will think I walked in off the corner or straight from the club." 

Her eyes had been cast downward, fussing with the dress, but as soon as she realized that she had more of an audience than just her BFF, her head snapped up. She quickly scanned the faces that surrounded her friend. One was Peter, so the other three were obviously his cousin and his brothers, all redheads and all ridiculously fine. Of course she had to walk out in the 'wow' dress when they were there....

"Son of a bitch, you planned this, you smelly cunt," Jasmine accused, pointing a finger at her friend. 

Candace laughed. "So sue me. I think it looks amazing on you. What do you think, boys?" 

It seemed as if they were all speechless, mouths hanging open, their eyes trained on her body, which was on display under the tightness of the dress. Only Peter wasn't staring at her, he was too caught up in exploring his future wife's body with those piercing green eyes of his, as if he hadn't seen her earlier that day or woken up next to her that morning.

"That good, huh, guys," Candace said as she smiled at her friend.

Jasmine gave a half-hearted chuckle and retreated to the safety of the dressing room. Maybe if she waited long enough, they would leave. 

"And they aren't leaving anytime soon, so get your little ass back out here, post-haste," Candace called out. 

Jasmine seethed. That dirty whore, she knew they were coming, which was why she had insisted on her trying on that overly sexy dress last. Of all the times to meet Peter's relatives, it had to happen when she was barely dressed. She looked good, but still, she wanted them to see her as a mature, responsible woman, not a sex toy. And it didn't help that Peter had met her when she was drunk off her ass and dressed as a dominatrix. It was Halloween, but Peter insisted on calling her Mistress Jasmine and asking about her prices for spankings until she threatened to take his manhood and hang it above her mantle. She could only imagine what he was going to come up with for this debacle. 

******

"She's stunning, Candy. What's her name?" Justin inquired. 

Her answer was cut off by the low growl issued by the redhead whose eyes were trained on Justin, the challenge apparent in the sparkling blue orbs. 

Candace cast a quick glance up at Peter, noting his grin. He was obviously amused by the predicament they were in at the moment. She had known that Jasmine was destined to be with one of the three, she had seen it in a dream, but she couldn't quite tell who it was because the faces had been blurry and they all had red hair. But, now it seemed that Kody was eager to stake his claim on her friend.

"Her name is Jasmine and she is my BFF. To get to her, you have to go through me. And that goes for you too, Kody. I don't care how much you growl, you're going to have to behave like a gentleman and win her over if you want any kind of chance with her."  

Kody looked down at the small black woman sitting in the plush chair, a hand protectively draped across her belly, her hazel eyes burning into him as she issued her own challenge. 

She was starting to show much more and her pregnancy was progressing well. He should know, seeing as he was her doctor. He wouldn't be delivering the baby, Peter would never allow another man to be so close to his mate's sexual organs, but he was in charge of monitoring the baby and keeping Candace in good health. 

He pushed a hand through his longish auburn locks, his hair falling just to his shoulders, and sucked in a calming breath. He couldn't flip out in the store, he would tear it to bits trying to dismember Justin and if that happened, Candy wouldn't be able to get the gorgeous gown she had ordered. And then he would really face her wrath, which, after he saw it trained on his flighty sisters, he never wanted to have directed at him. So, he breathed deep again and tried to quell the urge to punch Justin in the face. 

"Fine, but if either of you even breathe in the direction of my woman with -those- kinds of intentions, I'll try my best to kill you. And I won't let your mother guilt me into patching you back up," Kody said, his eyes once again focused on the dressing room. 

"Possessive much?" Paul huffed.

"Possessive very," Kody answered. 

And why wouldn't he be? The moment that Jasmine stepped into view, that red dress clinging to her like a second skin, he was smitten. He felt as if he was in some sort of time warp, for it seemed as if she moved in slow motion. Her caramel-colored legs were long, muscled perfection, thick and made to be wrapped around his waist. The top of the dress clung to tits that were made to fit in his large palms. He could only imagine the pleasure that he could bring her as he feasted on her body, and the bliss that her body pressed intimately against his own would cause. 

She had some padding and he liked that. He was tired of the thin, waif-like women that usually flocked to him. What good was supernatural sight when all he had to look at were bones? He would find himself counting their ribs instead of delighting in their bodies and now he knew why. He was waiting on a curvy, sensual goddess to come and answer the prayers he hadn't known he'd been sending up until that very moment. 

And good lord, the way that dress cupped her ass when she walked away. It was an ass that was meant to be feasted on, worshiped, spanked. Oh yes, he would be doing all of those things and more, soon if he had his way. 

"Jasmine, you have five minutes to come out or I'm sending someone in," Candace called out. 

Jasmine huffed. Who would she send back? Peter? What was he going to do other than tease her mercilessly? She sat back on the bench in the changing room, her back propped comfortably against the wall. Candace was stubborn, but so was she. Jasmine was determined to win this battle of wits. 

About two minutes into her mental checklist of things she had to do before the wedding, a knock sounded at the door of her stall. 

"Jasmine? Are you ever going to come out of there?" a voice murmured softly. 

The words were uttered no louder than a whisper, but it seemed loud enough to echo through her head. It definitely wasn't Peter who stood outside her door. Whoever it was had a voice that made her panties cry out from the wetness that they were being bathed in. She heard a quiet sniff, as if the person outside the door could smell her juices, and a blush spread across her face.

"I'm probably not coming out while you guys are out there. Why don't you all just leave?"

"Because we're supposed to be going to dinner to try out the restaurant that Candy and Peter have chosen for the rehearsal dinner and Peter's treating. There's no way that we're missing out on that deal. We haven't been able to trick him into paying for anything since we were all kids." 

Jasmine chuckled. "Well, go without me." 

"No." 

"What do you mean, 'No'?" 

"I mean, I'm not going anywhere without you."

"What?" 

"If I go back out there, Candy will make me suffer. Take pity on me and come on out of there." That wasn't the only reason why he wasn't going anywhere, but it would do.

"Well, tell her to pardon you on my behalf. I'm too embarrassed to even think about going to dinner with you guys."

"There's nothing for you to be embarrassed about."

She shook her head; the guy she was talking to was delusional. "What do you mean? Y'all got to see almost all the goods and not one of you even met me before then. What kind of first impression do you think I made?"

"Well, if what was going on in my pants was any indication, a hell of a good one." 

"Did you just say what I think I you said?" Jasmine fought to close her mouth, the shock making it hard to control her expression.

"No." 

"No?" 

"I'm denying that ever left my mouth. I really was raised better, I promise."

Jasmine graced him with a full-bodied laugh, one that sung to his soul and confirmed that she was the one that he would be spending the rest of his long life with. Now if he could only convince her of that. Kody grimaced from the other side of the stall door, struggling with his need. He wanted to bust into the small enclosure and fuck her into submission. 

"Raised better? You haven't even introduced yourself and you've already brought up what's below your belt," Jasmine said as she leaned forward, resting her head on her hands. 

"I was saving my introductions for when you came out of the stall. Come out or I'll come in there, throw you over my shoulder and carry you out. Option number two will actually be embarrassing and Peter probably won't let you live it down." 

Jasmine sighed in defeat. It didn't look like she was going to be able to avoid them for much longer. She admitted that was being kind of ridiculous, sitting in a dressing room, pouting like she was a five year old. "Alright, I'll come out, but only because I want to. Not because you threatened me."

Jasmine stood, took a deep breath, opened the stall door, and promptly crashed into the hard body of the man that stood waiting for her. His arms wrapped around her quickly, saving her from the embarrassment of bouncing off his rock hard abs like a quarter and falling on her butt. 

"Thanks," she whispered, mostly because that was all she could manage at that point, a whisper. 

Abs of steel were paired with wide shoulders, an impressive chest covered by a blue polo, and thick jean-encased legs. Her brown eyes drifted upward and were captured by the pure blue gaze of the man holding her so intimately. He pulled her closer, looking as if he were just as mesmerized by her as she was by him. And just when she thought she was going to get to taste those cupid's bow lips, they quirked into a lopsided smile and he set her away from him. 

Jasmine tried not to pout, but it was hard. They way he looked at her, the laughter in his eyes apparent, irritated her. How dare he soak her panties and not do anything to relieve the ache that had taken residence down there. 

"My name is Kiran. I thought that you might like to know that before I lay claim to those lovely lips of yours."

"Kiran?" 

Kody could see the confusion on her face. It often confused people. "I'm Peter's cousin. My full name is Kiran Odysseus Channing. But, when I was younger, I hated my name. I came up with a nickname by sort of combining the two, Kody. My mother hates it, but Kody just kind of stuck with me." 

"Ahh, I see, you're cousin Kody. Kiran Odysseus. I get it. So why introduce yourself as Kiran to me if you don't like it?" 

"I have a feeling that I'm going to love hearing my name slip from you lips. In fact, it's already growing on me. I want you to call me Kiran, if you don't mind."

"I think I can manage that. And I'm Jasmine Ward, but you already knew that." 

Kody barely nodded before his arms were wrapped around her again, his lips pressing down on her upturned mouth. He pressed her back against the stall she had emerged from, wanting to get closer to her. His body crowded hers, his thick member making itself known against the softness of her belly. 

This was where he wanted to be, well, not in the dress store, but with his woman, her body molded to his, soft sounds of pleasure spilling from those luscious lips of hers, her every action begging him for more. His mind reeled as he swallowed her sweet moans. His mate, his woman, the one that was meant for him, she was so delicious. 

Jasmine felt the hard panels of the stall pressing against her back, the latch poking into her slightly. She couldn't bring herself to care about her comfort though. And there was no room to think about her earlier embarrassment. She was too immersed in the sensations that were assaulting her. How could a man she just met make her feel so good? She could barely manage to suck in the occasional breath, her head was swimming...maybe she was drowning. Her need for air caused her to push against the broad shoulders of her newfound infatuation. Hell yes, she was going to dream about this man, Kiran, and the kiss they shared was going to be the gateway for a number of naughty fantasies.

Kody, released her lips and straightened, resting his head on the stall behind her. She was a wee thing, in her sneakers, her head rested against his chest, but he still had a number of inches on her, standing at 6'4". He didn't mind bending down to get closer to those juicy lips of hers, though, and he doubted that he ever would. 

"Something wrong, little one?" 

Jasmine frowned. "Little one? That's what Peter calls Candace and I'm surely nowhere as little as she is." 

Kody laughed. "True, but you are little compared to me." 

She shot him a glare. "Whatever. You're going to have to be more creative if you want to give me a cute nickname. That one is taken. Besides, cutesy nicknames should be reserved for girlfriends and I am not your girlfriend." 

Kiran chuckled. "Would you like to be?" 

'Hell yeah,' she thought, though the words that she spoke were different. "I barely know you. We would have to go out on a couple of dates before I'd even consider being your girlfriend." 

Kiran sighed as he listened to her speak. Jasmine's voice had a musical quality to it and it lulled the beast lurking beneath the surface. He could wait to claim her, as long as she was his in the end...and no one else looked at her in a sexual manner. Ever. His earlier words ran softly through his head. Possessive very. 

"Shall we go so I can face the music?" Jasmine asked, wondering how long she would be able to keep her hands off Kiran and gave in to the demands of her body. 

Kody nodded and offered her his arm, having regained some of his control. "Come, Jasmine. Let's go and put Candace out of her misery. She's been waiting to eat for some time now. I think she might start hacking off Paul's body parts and chowing down on them if she doesn't get some food in that belly soon."

The laughs that shook Jasmine caused her to break into tears as Candace called out that she heard Kody's last comment. The look on his face, horror mixed embarrassment, was too much for Jasmine to take. They exited the dressing room, but Jasmine was still lost in a fit of laughter. 

"I know he's ugly, but I didn't think you'd find his face that funny, Mistress Jasmine."

Jasmine's laughter subsided as she glared at Peter. The man lived to cause her grief. "Oh, it's not that. He was telling me about what you claim to be packing in your pants and what you've actually got down there, peewee." 




Addicted Ch. 01



Peter frowned deeply. "Are you going to let her talk about me like that, little one?" 

Candace laughed as she replied, "Yes, but only because you deserve it." 

Peter looked put out until Candace motioned for him to bend over. She whispered something in his ear when he was close enough and whatever it was, it pulled him right out of his bad mood and put a smile on his face. 

"So, who's ready to eat?" 

*****

Kody knew that he was staring at her lips. Every crevice in those lips were his to explore, seeing as she was his woman, but it was hard not to do so at the dinner table. His mother really did teach him better, it was just becoming overwhelmingly impossible to act the way he knew he should. 

Paul leaned over and whispered in his ear conspiratorially, "If you don't stop staring, she's liable to spontaneously combust."

Kody growled low in his throat, but turned his eyes elsewhere. He wouldn't openly acknowledge that Paul had a point, but he would stop staring. He needed to distract himself from the lovely woman across from him at the table.

His gaze slid to Candice and Peter, laughing at some inside joke that they were sharing. He focused on the twin heartbeats coming from Candice's body, noting their speed and relative strength. Both the mother and the baby were fine. He listened to the others at the table. He could tell that Justin had yet to feed for the night, the sluggish pumping of his heart giving it away. Jasmine's heart beat strong and true, accelerating slightly when his eyes landed on her again. 

Did he just make her heart skip a beat? No, but her breathing was definitely affected. The catch was minute, but he heard it and knew that it was for him, because of him. Her body let him know that she was as affected by him as he was by her. The way her nipples had pebbled underneath her t-shirt, the slight differences in her breathing, the tempo of her heart, the way she licked her lips, and the smell of her arousal...it all called to him on a primal level. One so basic that the only reaction it would validate was to sling her over a shoulder and carry her off to fuck her until she screamed.

He had to tamp down on that desire, but it was difficult. The need to be with his mate in every way rode him hard. If she moaned quietly one more time, he would no longer be responsible for his actions.

Jasmine had tried so hard to ignore Kody throughout dinner, but he kept worming his way into her thoughts. The man sat directly across from her, making her acutely aware of him. She watched his movements, which were elegant, graceful even, for someone his size. He was handsome, but in a down-home, country boy kind of way. If he told her that he developed all those muscles from hard work on a farm, she would believe him, but she knew better. 

He was Candace's doctor, but she didn't think that he was only an obstetrician. From what she had been told, Jasmine knew that he also practiced adult medicine, performed surgeries, and was a pediatrician on the side. She didn't think that one guy should be able to practice so many different types of medicine, but Candace assured her that he had the degrees and know-how to go with each of his specializations. 

She wished he would examine her body with those meaty hands and maybe that tongue that he had tried to stick down her throat earlier. As she shook herself from yet another fantasy, she came to the conclusion that she was going to stay as far away from Kiran as possible. 

After dinner, they split up. Paul and Justin had driven Peter to the dress shop, but Peter planned on driving Candace's car to their home. That left Jasmine in a lurch, but Kody was quick to offer her a ride home. Jasmine frowned at the obvious setup, but said nothing as she followed Kody to his luxury sedan. 

She slid into the leather seat and buckled up, determined not to look at Kody, because if she did, she would jump him right there in the driver's seat of his nice car. She gave him her address and the directions to her house while gazing out of the window. He didn't say too much during their drive, and for that she was also grateful. She really didn't want to leave a wet spot on his leather seats and his voice turned her pussy into a geyser. 

Kody struggled not to pull the car over and take his woman right there in the backseat. She deserved much more than a romp in the backseat for their first time. He was going to romance her as best he could. It had been a long while since he tried to woo someone. 

Many women threw themselves at him and he was never one to turn down an easy lay or an easy meal. They were usually thin, tall model types, batting their eyelashes and hoping that he would part with his money as easily as he had parted their legs. Most were disappointed when the next morning rolled around and he was gone. 

A few were worth the effort, so he got to know them better, but it never worked out. They weren't his mate, never would be, so he stopped wasting their time when he sensed that they were becoming overly attached to him. He was a playboy, a womanizer, but now he would be the ultimate lover for his quintessential woman. 

Jasmine was the last woman he would ever be with. She would be the only recipient of his thick cock, his dexterous tongue and his wicked fingers. She would bear his children and accompany him into eternity at his side. This was forever and there was no turning back. 

He drove silently, focusing on getting his woman to her destination safely. He pulled into the driveway behind a cute little dark blue hybrid car and turned off the ignition. Jasmine turned and looked at him, startled, but said nothing. 

"I'm going to walk you to your door and make sure your house is safe before I take my leave, if that's okay with you, Jasmine." 

She nodded and got out of the car. She brushed her hands against the front her jeans and walked to her door with Kody trailing behind her. She ignored Kody's soft moan as she climbed the stairs to her front door. 

He gently took the key from her and told her to stay put as he entered her house. Normally, she wouldn't let a man she barely knew into her house and surely not alone, but she knew who Kody was and who he was related to, so by default, she knew where to find him if need be.

She waited patiently until he emerged from the house. "You know, I was thinking. What if someone attacked me while I was standing on the porch waiting for you to come back?" 

Kody grimaced. He hadn't thought of that. "They would no longer be living, lovely. I would kill them for even thinking to harm a hair on your head." 

Jasmine laughed. "Like you would have gotten back in time to stop them. Next time, we'll go in together and save us both some time. You can search and I'll stand just inside the door." 

Kody frowned, but conceded the point. If he were a normal human being, he might not have been able to save her, but seeing as he was a vampire, a pretty powerful one at that, he would have ripped whoever thought to harm her to shreds without breaking a sweat. He gave her a nod and a quick peck on those full lips before returning to his car, smiling because she had said that there would be a next time. A plan took form in his head and he grinned. By Valentine's Day, she would be his.

From the driver's seat, he watched her enter her house and close the door. He idled in her driveway for no longer than a minute before he was out of the car and ringing her doorbell. 

She answered it, confusion written all over her face. "Can I help you, Kiran?" 

His cock made him aware of just how sexy his name sounded as she said it in that melodious voice of hers. He swooped down and claimed another, far more satisfying kiss before releasing her. 

"Want to go out this weekend? Dinner and a movie, my treat?" 

Jasmine smiled, absently running a few fingers over her swollen lips. "I was wondering when you would ask me out. Hmm...Sure, let's go out this weekend, but I'm in the mood for sushi and dancing." 

"Okay, lovely, what about Saturday at 8. I'll pick you up then and we'll get sushi and go dancing."

Kiran's lopsided smile gave her goosebumps. "Alright then. Eight it is." 

Kiran nodded and leaned in, whispering to her before his lips devoured hers, "Lovely Jasmine, Saturday is just the beginning."

Jasmine took one look at her secretary, Missy, and laughed. She could barely get herself together to get her messages. 

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Ms. Ward. Your one o'clock appointment is in your office." 

"You should have seen your face! What's got your panties in a twist?" 

"Your one o'clock," Missy replied, deadpan. 

Jasmine quirked a brow, casting a glance at the closed door of her office before she spoke, "I don't remember having a one o'clock appointment." 

"Well, you have one now. Let me know when you're sending them out so I can take my lunch. I don't want to deal with them again." 

Jasmine frowned. Here she thought that maybe Kiran was paying her an afternoon visit as he had many days in the past couple of weeks, but it seemed that her appointment would be far less enjoyable, if Missy's reaction was anything to go by. 

With a heavy sigh, Jasmine turned and trudged towards her office. She cracked open her door and growled. Of course. She should have been expecting their visit. 

She walked in and sat at her desk, frowning at the three women that sat across from her. She chuckled as she took in the way the sun seemed to glimmer in their long, flowing red manes. Their eyes were the same piercing blue as Kiran's, but she found that she enjoyed staring into his eyes much more. Their skin was flawless, beautiful by society's standards, but the expressions of pure dislike marred their features and made them extremely unattractive to Jasmine. She wanted to pick up their dainty, size 2 bodies and throw them out of her window.

"Ladies, welcome to Johnson and Hicks, how may I be of service?" Jasmine gave them her best work voice and smiled brightly, though it didn't reach her eyes. 

"Simple. Stay away from Kody," Kameron stated, as if informing Jasmine of the weather. 

Jasmine was partly intrigued but mostly infuriated. Did they really come to intimidate her? Because they had another thing coming if they thought that was going to fly. "Bitch, you better back the fuck up. I know you didn't come to my place of business to threaten me," Jasmine stated. 

"You're not his type. Before you, there were models, actresses, and millionaire heiresses. You're nowhere near the caliber of woman he used to date and nowhere near their dress size," Kylie said. She motioned with her hands to illustrate her point. 

Jasmine smiled. She and Kiran had this talk before. They had covered past relationships, what made them work and not work. They had talked about family, friends and many things of a more personal nature over the past two weeks. Kiran told her that she was the one, he was playing for keeps and as such, he wanted to be completely open and honest. It was her security in his love for her that kept her from flying across her desk at the heifer. He would be upset with her if she beheaded his sisters. 

Obviously, the sisters underestimated their brother and just how serious he was about her. She decided to throw in some of the words that Kiran had spoken just the day before to illustrate her point. 

"Keywords there: used to date. He's moved on to better things. I am the one he comes to see daily. I'm the one he showers with flowers and love. I'm the one he begs for release. And I'm the one he has chosen to spend his life with. Get over it. Those floozies before were nothing. I am everything to him." 

'Wow, that sounded self-important and kind of crazy,' Jasmine thought. 'Maybe I should think a little more before I speak...' 

Kristina smiled, sitting back in her chair. "His everything? Wow, he really has you, hook, line and sinker. Do you know how many times we've heard that fall from some hapless girl's lips right before he dumped them?" 

"No, but I'll be the last one speaking them...ever." 

Their eyebrows raised and as they tilted their heads to the side in unison, Jasmine wondered just what she had gotten herself into. 

Kylie began, "The last...so that means he's told you everything about himself? His heritage? Where he comes from? What he is?"

Jasmine schooled her features. She had no idea what Kylie was talking about, but she wasn't going to let her know that. "Yes." 

"So if we said that he's a vampire...a powerful vampire from a very prestigious family, you wouldn't be surprised?" Kameron questioned.

Jasmine didn't laugh. She could tell they were serious and that the question they were asking was real. If Kameron's tone didn't tell her, the fangs hanging out of Kylie and Kristina's mouth would have. It explained a lot of things. Why Candace wouldn't let her beat the 'three bitches' asses, why Kiran was so opposed to long daytime dates, and why Kiran could practice so many types of medicine. If he was a vampire and what they said about vampires were true, he had years upon years to get all those degrees...and look damn good doing it too. 

The trio smiled, their elongated canines flashing in the light. If Jasmine weren't terrified of being ripped apart, she would slap those smiles right off their faces. She smiled back then. 

"No, I wouldn't be surprised. But I can tell you this, if you ever come at me wrong again, I am going to enjoy the hell out of beating your undead asses. I am going to whoop that ass from sunup to sundown. Now, get the fuck out of my office." 

The look of shock written across their faces told her all she needed to know. If they thought showing some fang was going to have her run screaming from her office, well, they had another thing coming. She had trained herself to steel her reactions because in the business world, some mistook those reactions for weakness. There was no way she would appear weak in front of Kiran's sisters. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. 

So, even as her heart broke from the knowledge that as honest as she had been with Kiran, he was hiding something that major from her, she smiled. With a perfectly manicured finger, she reached over and pushed her intercom button. 

"Missy, my one o'clock is leaving now. Leave a note with security on your way out. I never want these three to set foot in this building again." 

With a heavy heart, Jasmine stood, palms on her desk, leaning forward as she spoke. "It's been a pleasure, ladies, I'm sure. But like, I said before, get the fuck out of my office and do not come back. If you do, you won't be leaving unless it's on a stretcher."

The three women stood and glared at Jasmine. "If you weren't under my brother's protection..." Kameron started. 

"Then your asses would already be staked," Jasmine growled through clenched teeth.

With a harrumph, they turned collectively and stomped out of the office. Jasmine sat back in her chair and waited for the phone call that she knew would be coming. Every day, at two p.m., if Kody hadn't already come by, he would call. 

The phone rang right on cue. 

"Hello, lovely, how are you today?" 

"I'd be better if I hadn't just had a surprise visit from your bitchy sisters," Jasmine replied.

Silence. 

"Kiran?"

"Shit. Did they upset you?" 

"Yeah, I'd say so."

"What happened?"

"They made me realize that I've been a monumental fool in believing that you were being completely honest with me. I mean, I expect you not to tell me some things right off the bat, but what they let me in on was...umm, I don't know. HUGE!" 

"Wh...what did they tell you?" 

"Are you a vampire?"

"Uhh...I'd rather talk to you in person about this." 

"Tell me the truth. Now." 

A sigh. "Okay then, yes. I am a vampire."

"Does Candace know?"

"Yes." 

"Is Peter a vampire too?"

"Yes. We are vampires, me, every other Channing you know, and Candace. Peter turned her the night they met." 

"WHAT!?! That long ago? Are you shitting me?"

Kiran grimaced. He left his house and got straight in the car while trying to talk Jasmine out of her rage. His destination was clear, but by the time he had arrived, she had instructed security not to let him in. He growled, but relented. He hated being kept from his woman, but he wouldn't cause a scene here at her job. He would wait until she got home and then cause a scene because there was no way he was going to spend his immortal life without his woman...He was addicted to her and he was not giving her up.



Addicted Ch. 01



Author's Note... This story is inspired by and dedicated to a special lady. She knows who she is and what she craves.



My name is Suzanne. I am 35 years old. Old enough to know better and young enough not to care what I have become. I am a slut for black cock. I didn't start out this way. I was raised in the south, am of Irish decent and a feisty redhead. Granted you don't meet many redhead southern belles, but so you go. Growing up, I didn't interact with many black people, unless they were in a service industry. Certainly rarely as an equal and never as a superior. I led a sheltered life. A good life. I didn't date much or have much social experience outside my tight nit little group of friends. I didn't realize this of course. This was the norm for my tiny part of the world. I didn't even go to college. There was no money for that and I didn't have the vision to expand my horizons.

But life sometimes changes your fortunes for you. My dad lost his job when I was 19 and ended up moving the family to Nashville to pursue employment. This was an eye opener for me. Nashville was huge, diverse and I felt totally lost. But it also was an opportunity to reinvent myself as a confident young woman. This process took a couple of years, but by the time I was 21, I was ready to immerse myself in the music/bar scene. I worked a series of menial, low pay jobs and still lived at home. That way what little money I made could be spent on clothes, a gym membership and partying. My parents would have been happier if I went back to school or tried to get a better job, but my dad was earning enough to support the family so they didn't give me too much grief since I was at least staying out of trouble. And when I announced I had a serious boyfriend, well that made them happy. Until they met Joshua or Josh as he usually liked to be called.

No, Josh wasn't black. That part of my life would happen years later. Josh was pure breed white southern stock. That was fine. The problem was his age. He was 22 years older than me. But I guess that was part of the attraction. Josh was a musician in a local band of some note. He played guitar and piano, but didn't sing. I first noticed him playing at a local bar I hung out at and I kind of became a groupie for the band. By that, I mean I went to see them play at a few bars because I liked the music, but didn't have the nerve to actually talk to any of the guys. It was Josh who first approached me between sets one night. It turned out playing with the band was just his side job. He was really a music producer and was trying to start his own record label. That is why he came to Nashville.

Josh was knowledgeable about the ways of the world, knew lots of people in the music industry and was just the sweetest guy you could imagine. All big pluses to an impressionable 21 year old. He didn't seem to mind that I was inexperienced at life. Later that night when he invited me to a music festival a few weeks later, I accepted. 

I guess you could say we had a world wind romance. I'd always watch the band play on the weekends and he would invite me to industry parties or to the studio to watch him work. He opened my eyes to many things. Due to his age I kept him a secret from my folks until I was sure we were committed to each other. As I said, I know my parents were not happy with my choice, but they still supported my decision. The just told me to be careful. But I was young and naïve and when Josh asked me to marry him, I said yes.

The first few years were great. I found my niche helping him build his record business. I wasn't formally on staff (tax purposes he said) but I helped scout new musicians and lent an ear in the studio offering my opinions on the production. Josh was attentive to me at the start, but as his business began to grow and he focused more of his energies on it, I got less and less of his time. After he produced a surprise hit single that I am sure you have heard of, things really took off for him. At first I would have said things took off for us. But in retrospect, I wish it had not happened. But at the time, it was exciting. Money was rolling in and national musicians suddenly wanted Josh to produce their songs. We moved across the border to a Mississippi suburb. The neighborhood was better than any I had lived in and our house, while not a mansion, felt huge to me with a giant landscaped yard and an in ground swimming pool. We put in a tall privacy fence and build a deck made for hosting parties. And host parties we did. On any given weekend, Nashville's elite would gather at our house. My job as hostess was to make sure any wayward musician looking for a top flight producer or a disgruntled known act looking for a smaller, more personal label found their way to Josh. For a while, I was excited to help, but as I said, as his success grew, our marriage suffered.

Josh was now working out of town more producing sessions in LA, Austin, Chicago and NY. I was lonely. I discussed my problems with Josh and he made an effort for a while, but I was still unsatisfied. Still, I had no desire to end the marriage. Money makes you do stupid things. I loved our house, the cars and the trappings of success. I wasn't ready to give those up. But I was also in my prime. By this point I was in my early 30's and at my sexual peak. Since Josh, even when he was home, was rarely in the mood, I began masturbating. A lot. I'd think of little fantasies while cleaning the house and end up taking a break to make myself cum. I'd lay out by the pool sunbathing nude (thank you privacy fence) but dream of the pool boy catching me and fucking me right on the diving board. I thought of a repairman working on something around the house and sensing my need for physical contact and taking me on the washing machine. My fantasy life was enough to keep me going, but even when Josh did make love to me, it wasn't satisfying. I needed something else. Something thrilling, something exhilarating, anything to get out of the rut my life had become. When we hosted parties I would think about which lucky guy to pick and spirit off to a side bedroom to fuck. Of course I never did, but I would think about it and then get myself off later to a mental picture of him doing nasty things to me. I was still a good girl and loving wife at this point. Even if in my mind I was a wild woman.

As fortune would have it I got a speeding ticket. Now that would not seem like a big deal, but it changed my life.

Most people when they get a ticket just pay it and move on. But I really didn't think I was speeding and as you know, I was bored with life so I decided to go to court and fight. I knew the odds were forever not in my favor to win, but maybe I would at least just get supervision and keep the ticket off my record. Or maybe I could get the fine reduced. Obviously money wasn't the issue, but I wanted to feel like I won something. Josh had asked me to accompany him to dinner with a prospective client that night so I was dressed in a little red dress that was definitely out of place at traffic court. Early on in our partnership to build the label, it became apparent that if I tarted it up a bit during these meetings, the musicians were more receptive to Josh's pitch to sign with his label. So as I walked into the courthouse in high heels and a dress cut several inches above my knees, I didn't feel weird. At least until I walked into the courtroom.

Everybody else was dressed very casually. Jeans and t-shirts were the norm. I definitely stuck out in the crowd. I hid in the corner of the back row not really sure of what the procedure was and not wanting to call attention to myself. That was the decision that sealed my fate. Not long before the session started, the doors opened and a tall, muscular, bald black man entered the court. This probably would not have been news except that he was wearing a beautifully tailored suit. I had not mentioned it yet, but I love the way a man looks in a great suit. Josh, for all his faults, never looked better than when he wore a suit for a meeting. In fact, when I was alone at home, I often would strip down and put on one of his dress shirts while I explored my fantasy world. It was one of my fantasies that made me cum hardest. I'd imagine I'd get been fucked really well. The kind of fucking only a few men are capable of giving. I'd go to the kitchen for a drink or something and just slip on his dress shirt over my naked and used body. I dreamed could still smell him on the fabric. 

So as this Adonis walked into the court, my fantasy life came rushing back to me. I was just looking at him. He was looking for a seat and the court had filled up. The only available spots on the benches were toward the back. Then he looked at me. I'm sure I blushed. Then I looked down at my feet. He had busted me staring at him. In my mind, I was saying "Please don't sit next to me. Please sit somewhere else." But of course he slid onto the bench next to me.

He extended his hand to me and said, "Hi. My name is Elijah." His voice was deep and rich. His entire manner exuded confidence. I didn't mention that before either, but a strong confident man was also a huge turn on for me. I weakly shook his hand. His grip was firm and his hand was huge. "Suzanne," I replied. Then the judge entered the room and we all stood. It was at that point I realized just how big Elijah was. He was at least a foot taller than my diminutive 5 foot 2. Actually I bet he was 6 foot 5. And he was a solid mass of muscle. I couldn't decide if he was built like a football player or a basketball player. I know that is a stereotype, but he looked like an athlete. I also know it is a stereotype, but I had to sneak a peek at his crotch as the bailiff introduced the judge and swore us all in as a group. When I looked up, I noticed Elijah was looking down at me. He had busted me looking at him again. Then we sat down.

We didn't really speak during our time waiting for our cases. Talking wasn't encouraged while the cases were being dispensed. We both had high numbers and even though things were moving quickly, I figured I would be there for a couple of hours. Elijah's number, I estimated, would be about a half hour shorter. That kind of disappointed me. I was still sneaking peeks when I could and occasionally he would whisper in my ear some kind of joke or snide remark about what somebody else had done to join our court party. He was pretty funny and seemed well educated. I tried to be funny back to him, but I don't think I was successful. Each time I turned my head to whisper in his ear, I would get distracted. About an hour after we sat down, I felt his hand on my knee. I'm sure I blushed more than when he first caught me staring at him. But I didn't move his hand. It had been a long time since anybody other than Josh had touched me beyond the perfunctory kiss on the cheek or a hug at a party.

My tacit approval of him touching me, must have inspired him. I knew it was wrong and that I should stop him. I couldn't make a scene, of course. I would have been too embarrassed to do that. He seemed like enough of a gentleman that if I pushed his hand away that he would stop. But I didn't. I just looked straight ahead. I felt his hand slowly start sliding up my thigh. It was crazy, but I'd been ignored at home for so long, that I just let his hand roam. The fact that he was gorgeous, confident and in a beautiful suit didn't hurt his cause. And confident he was. His hand soon was even with the hem of my dress. I didn't think he would go higher, but he did. His hand slid under my dress. Now I looked around, but I still made no effort to stop him. Convinced that nobody else could see what was happening, I spread my legs a little wider. 

I figured he would quickly touch my panties after that, but he continued his slow slide up my leg. It was maddening. I'd as much as given him permission to go all the way up, but he didn't take it. At least not right away. I could feel myself getting wet and by the time his fingers did reach my mound, my panties were soaked. We were both looking ahead at the court proceedings, but Elijah was rubbing my clit through my panties. And I was letting him with no resistance. I could feel my arousal building. Looking down briefly, I could see my hard nipples through my thin bra. Part of me was praying Elijah would pull my panties aside and slide his fingers into my pussy. But another part of me was petrified that he would make me cum while waiting for my case. His fingers were not fast. They simply rubbed slowly back and forth over my happy spot. It was as if he was content to just tease me. Or he was just sadistic in wanting to tease me.

Finally his case was called and he pulled his hand out from under my dress. I watched as he brought his fingers to his nose and smelled them. I was horrified. He just smiled. Instead of turning to the left to exit the row, he turned to the right and spun toward me. It was then I finally noticed the outline of his cock. The thin material of his suit pants showed he wasn't erect, thankfully for him, as he exited the row and headed to the front of the court. But it did snow him to be at least interested in what he had been doing to me. And that interest was already bigger and thicker than Josh. "Stereotype," I kept repeating to myself as he approached the bench. My sexual needs now awoken, I started drifting into one of my fantasy worlds and didn't even hear the disposition of Elijah's case. I saw him walk out of the court when he was done. I thought he might keep me company until my case came up and rub me some more or maybe get me off. Instead I sat there alone and thought about what he might have hiding in his pants. I didn't have the courage to put my own hand under my dress. Not in public. But I was still aroused and when my case finally came before the judge, I could see he was looking at my nipples more than my face. On the plus side, I got out of the ticket and I'm sure the judge had a better day from gawking at my nipples than looking at his usual defendants. Still I was disappointed that Elijah was gone.

I walked out of the courtroom sad that I was going home to my big empty house. I had planned on staying downtown until dinner with Josh and the client, but if I went home at least I'd be able to take care of the pressing need between my legs. I walked out of the courtroom and then outside to go back to my car. It was there I got a surprise. Leaning on the stair rail looking like a model, was Elijah. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know he was waiting for me. I felt a little weak in the knees. As out of character as it was to let him rub my pussy in the courtroom, I'm sure he wanted more since he waited for me. And in my current state of mind, I wasn't sure I could resist him. I wasn't sure that I wanted to resist him. I must admit, the thought of having an affair had crossed my mind before, but having the opportunity presented to you was something else entirely.

"Hi Elijah," I said. "Waiting for someone?"

"I think you know the answer to that, miss lovely," he replied while bringing the fingers he used to rub me back to his nose.

I walked up close to him. He was intimidating as he towered over me. I wanted to show him I was not a pushover though, so I quickly looked around to make sure nobody was watching and then put my palm over his crotch and squeezed. "I saw you enjoyed touching me in the court," I said confidently. I could feel the outline of his cock. Even flaccid it felt big.

"You keep doing that little girl and you are going to find out just how much," he replied. I could feel his cock start to stir. "Do you want some Alabama Black Snake for lunch?" he asked.

I was taken aback by his crude reference. It reminded me of the way people talked when I was growing up. I thought those days had past, but suddenly I was transported back to being a southern belle. The fact that I was massaging his cock in public suddenly seemed very taboo. I released it and stepped back.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't know what I'm doing. I am not like that," I stammered.

"It's OK princess," he said with a condescending tone. "I can tell you need this, even if you are afraid to admit it."

Now that sounded like a challenge, even if I didn't want to admit he was right. I did want him and I had a few hours before I had to meet Josh. I looked him straight in the eyes and asked where we could go. He offered his car.

That wasn't the most original, but I'm sure it was close. I told him to lead the way. He took my hand like a gentleman and led me to the parking garage. It wasn't the most romantic place, but at that moment, it didn't matter. He got behind the wheel and I sat in the passenger seat. I was surprised he didn't choose the back seat. His reasoning became apparent when he drove the car up to the top of the structure where only a few cars were parked.

"Getting caught with a white woman in your car still isn't a good idea in this town," he said. Then he unzipped his pants. I didn't need to be told what to do. Although I only had a handful of lovers in my life, they all liked to get head. I never told Josh, but I really liked sucking on a hard cock. Because of our problems, it had been a while since I'd sucked his. Elijah's was everything I had hoped it would be. Even though he was barely half staff, he was bigger than any cock I had ever sucked. Soon after I started working on it, he grew to his full stature. He was way more than I could take in my mouth. I did my best, but I admit I wasn't as good as I usually was. His cock was just too big to handle. I began holding the base in my left hand and stroking it with my right. I would then bob my head over the crown and down as far as I could before repeating the process. Elijah was nice about it, but I could tell he was disappointed. I'd never had any complaints about my cock sucking, but I felt compelled to stop long enough (I stopped sucking not stroking) to look up at him and apologize for not being better.

"Most women can't handle me the first time," he said. Or maybe he boasted. It was hard to tell. But it also made me determined to do a better job and I bent back down and forced as much cock into my mouth as I could until I started to gag.

"That's better," he said.

His cock was hitting the back of my mouth and I still had half to go. I started stroking him faster thinking if I could get him off that way, at least I wouldn't be a total failure. This went on for several more minutes until his phone rang. I started to lift my head, but his firm hand on the back of my head indicated I should reconsider that plan.

"Yeah man," I heard him say. "No I'm busy... Shit!... Really?... Fuck... Alright I'll be right there." Then he hung up.

"You were getting better, baby, but I need to go. Duty calls," he told me. I pulled up my head and dropped his cock.

I was shocked that he was rejecting me before he had a chance to cum. I'd been hoping we'd move to the backseat so he could fuck me. My pussy had been leaking ever since I got a hold of his monster. Now he was dismissing me. I didn't care what he did for a living; certainly he could spare a few minutes to fuck me. I was starting to get pissed off. But then he offered to see me again if I was interested. I didn't commit, but I told him to give me his number. He pulled his wallet out of his pants and retrieved a business card. It simply said Elijah and had a phone number. 

"Where is that number from?" I asked trying to figure out his background.

"It's from San Diego. I really like that number so I didn't give it up when I moved here," he told me.

"Really, you left San Diego?" I asked him. "I've only visited there, but I love it."

"San Diego is great and I had a lot of business in Los Angeles, but now I have business here so I am going to split my time."




Addicted Ch. 01



"Sounds like my husband," I said sadly. "He's gone a lot on business."

"I understand. It's tough on a relationship. Next time he is gone give me a call if you want," he told me.

"I just might do that," I said.

Elijah said he would drop me off at my car. He didn't bother tucking away his cock. It started to soften without my attention, but not by much. I was parked a few levels below in the parking garage. When we reached my car and he stopped I leaned over and gave him a playful kiss on the cheek like we had been on a first date. Unlike a first date, and since he still had his cock hanging out, I reached down and gave it a squeeze. Then I bent over and gave the head a passionate kiss. Then I got out of the car. If he was going to dump me before we finished, I wanted to leave him with a little tease. 

He didn't wait for long to drive away after I got out of the car. I got into my car and immediately my hand went between my legs. His initial fingering in the courtroom started my arousal but sucking on his cock and failing to bring him off fueled it. I shut my eyes and rubbed my clit vigorously. I couldn't believe how big his cock was and that I could only take about half. I imagined how it would feel to have him inside of me. I wasn't sure my tiny pussy would stretch to accommodate him. Remembering back to him saying most women couldn't handle him at first, I decided that is what he meant. I pictured him towering over my helpless body as he rammed his thick cock in and out of me. I envisioned him forcing is cock into my tiny hole. It would be painful as I tried to stretch to provide a home for him, but at the same time, I knew it would feel like nothing I had experienced before. And I knew I had to find out what it was like.

It didn't take me long to dissolved into blissful orgasm thinking about Elijah and his cock. I screamed in pleasure and rocked against the car seat. My pussy was twitching and begging for more. I wanted his cock then and there, but that was not to be. After I calmed down a bit, I decided to drive home, shower and change instead of staying in the city. After my shower and feeling like a normal woman again instead of a nasty slut who sucks cocks in cars, I began picking out a new outfit for dinner. But as I was to that, I noticed my reflection in the mirror and my bed behind me. Suddenly the thought of Elijah coming over when Josh was out of town filled my mind. Would he take me right on my marital bed? Could he take me or would my pussy be too tight? I started feeling juicy again. Looking at the clock I decided I had just enough time for a quick session with my vibe. I lay down on the bed and turn the vibe on high. Usually I went slowly with myself allowing my fantasies to act as foreplay. But this time I didn't need that. I just put the vibe against my clit and held it there. In my mind Elijah was on top of me fucking me with long, strong, hard strokes. That got my motor turning. Then suddenly I pictured him flipping me over and taking me from behind. I always loved getting it doggie style even though Josh was a missionary man.

I rolled onto my knees and reached beneath me to press the vibe back against my clit. I started rocking back and forth as if being fucked by a huge cock with an equally large black man hitting my hips with every stroke. I came quickly. Faster than in the car even. My Adonis had not fucked me yet and already I came twice thinking about him. I was definitely going to call him.

That night Josh and I fucked. He didn't have a choice in the matter. I had done my wifely duties and showed up in a sexy dress (a different one from the one I messed up with Elijah) and worked my charms on this young musician Josh was trying to sign to the label. When we got home I practically jumped him. My thoughts were on Elijah, but Josh's cock was the one I had access to so it would have to do. I pulled his pants down in the kitchen while he was getting a glass of water. That excited him, but as I soon found out, now that I had experienced having my mouth overflowing with cock, taking him in my mouth was not as exciting to me as it once had been. Still, my pussy needed attention and once I gave him a few minutes of head, he was perfectly willing to go to the bedroom and stick me for a few strokes before blasting off in my pussy. Yeah, it was just about that exciting. After Josh fell asleep, I texted Elijah and told him I wanted a chance to make up for my inexperience earlier. He didn't return my text. I hoped he was just busy and not so disappointed in me that he wasn't interested any more.

I had a restless night because he didn't respond to my text. I tossed and turned thinking about how I could have done better sucking his cock. I'm not sure how exactly, but I figured I could have done better. When I did wake in the morning, Josh was already gone. I had a feeling of excitement that there would be a message waiting from Elijah asking me to come over to his place so he could ravage me all day. Alas there was not. That pissed me off. How do you let a woman suck your cock and then not return her messages? Normally I would have sent another message thinking maybe he didn't get the first one, but in my anger, I decided to wait. If he didn't want to talk to me, I didn't want to talk to him. So I went about my normal day to day activities.

I must admit, when Josh didn't need me to help him, my normal day-to-day activities were pretty dull. As I said, cleaning and sitting out by the pool while having sexual fantasies were my usual routine. But in my annoyed state, I didn't want to think about sex. So I started cleaning the house and doing laundry without my usual fantasy breaks. Damn it was boring. I quickly remembered why I started my routine of masturbating while cleaning. I got the living room done and then put a load of laundry in the wash machine. Then I decided to take a break and have my morning coffee out by the pool. 

I had hoped the peaceful morning air would calm me down, but my mind would not let that happen. I was still angry. Finally I broke down and texted Elijah how upset I was that he didn't reply yet. This time a few minutes later my phone chirped.

"Can't stop thinking about me, eh?" was the entire message. That pissed me off more. He was being cocky. Cocky I didn't like. Confident turned me on. Cocky upset me. I was prepared to make him wait before I responded, if I responded at all. Then a few minutes later, my phone chirped again. When I opened the message I was shocked. It was a dick pic. Normally I would comment that why do guys think girls want to see pictures of their dick? But this was different. When you have a cock like Elijah, I suppose you are proud to show it off and I have to admit it made my mouth water. It also made my pussy start to get wet.

The next message had the caption, "Is this what you want?" The picture was of him standing with a young blond on her knees in front of him. Like me yesterday she had about half his cock in her mouth. The picture wasn't dated so I couldn't tell if he had just snapped it or if it was old and stored on his phone. I tried to think back to remember if he had the chance to take a picture of me yesterday. I certainly didn't want to be immortalized with my picture being sent around as a conquest.

Then the phone chirped again. I was a little scared to open the message. Part of me didn't want to see any more pictures. The caption was "Stacey enjoyed herself," and included two pictures. One was Stacey on her back and showing his cock penetrating her pussy. The other was a close-up of the beautiful Stacey's face in the throes of ecstasy. I knew I should be upset with him, but I have to admit the pictures aroused me. I sat by the pool with my hand inside my sweat pants rubbing my pussy and reviewing the four pictures. Elijah was right. I wanted his cock. I wanted to be on my knees as he fed me it and I wanted to be on my back as he stretched me. I could feel my juices leaking against me fingers and it felt good. Then the phone chirped again.

"I'm in a meeting most of the morning. I'm sure you are masturbating looking at those pictures and thinking of me. Send me a picture of your fingers on your pussy. If I like it, I will contact you later."

What the fuck? How could he ask that? But as that thought raced through my mind, a strong hit of sexual energy raced through my body as well and I felt my pussy gush. We'd only been together a couple of hours between the time in the car and in the courthouse. We'd barely spoken. But he seemed to know me well. I felt my clit begin to pulsate. I got up from the chair and pulled my sweatpants down. I moved over to the pool so the background of the picture would show I was outside. I wanted him to know I was more adventurous than just a lonely housewife playing with herself in her bed. I spread my legs so the water would show through them. 

I took a couple of shots to get the angle right. I'm not practiced in taking selfies of my pussy. I used my left hand to spread my labia and hopefully show how wet he had made me. I figured that might work in my favor. When I found one I liked I quickly deleted the others. Then I decided to go beyond his request. I peeled off my t-shirt and cupped my right breast with my left hand. My nipples were already hard so I posed with my thumb and forefinger squeezing my right nipple and took another selfie. I didn't show my face, but I hoped it would excite him. Before I could chicken out, I sent both pictures. My morning was looking much better.

I figured the first load of laundry was about done, so I headed back into the house. With my mood improved, I decided to go back to cleaning in my usual way. That meant wearing a maid's costume and stopping frequently to masturbate (Elijah was the star of my visions) or do a quick erotic chat with one of my online friends. The morning flew by until I heard my phone chirp that I had a new message just after noon. I hoped that meant the meeting had broken for lunch and that Elijah could talk. It was from him and again it was short. "Send me a pic of what you are wearing right now. You have two minutes."

I guess he didn't want me to have time to change my dress or makeup or anything. I admit I didn't look my best. After a morning of masturbating I could have used a shower. My hair was not perfect and my costume was not perfect. But I did as he asked. I took a full body selfie using a mirror. I cut off the top of my head but showed my mouth so he could see me smiling. I also wanted him to imagine my mouth around his cock.

I sat down and stared at my phone waiting for his reply. When it didn't come immediately, I started getting mad at him again. Finally about 10 minutes later, the message came through. 

"Midway Motel on Murfreesboro Pike. 1pm. Wear the maid's outfit. Don't be late."

I'd never been to that motel. I'd seen it before. It's just off the highway near the interchange. I had 45 minutes to get there and it would take at least 30 minutes to get there. I only had time for a quick brush of my hair and a quick touch-up of makeup. I guessed he would like hooker-red lipstick and I put on my eyeliner a bit dark. Then I though a long coat on over my costume and jumped in my car. My pussy was leaking into my panties all the way there. It was only as I was pulling into the parking lot that I didn't realize what room he was in and in horror, I realized I may have to go into the office to ask. I knew I looked like I was there for sex, but that was probably the bulk of their business so maybe it wouldn't be as embarrassing as I imagined. It was the kind of place where you park in front of your room with a second floor overlooking the parking lot. It was a dump, but perfect for what I expected Elijah to do to me once I was inside.

Then I noticed him. He was standing upstairs leaning on the rail much like he had been when he was waiting for me at the courthouse. He was as beautiful as I remembered and any twinge guilt I may have felt from coming to meet him (after all last time I could have justified as being one of those crazy spontaneous things) melted away. He was standing in the middle of the row of rooms. There was an open door behind him. Parked right in front of him, took a deep breath and got out of the car.

"Leave your coat in the car," he called down to me.

I didn't like that idea as my maid's costume what definitely designed more for the bedroom than for public consumption, but was too far gone to care. I quickly unbuttoned my coat and tossed it into the car.

"Give me a little twirl and let me look at you," he yelled.

I glanced around to see if anybody else was in the parking lot. Then I spun fast enough to make the hem of the short skirt fluff up.

"Slower," he commanded. 

I was starting to get excited by exposing myself. I turned around again, this time very slowly. When I was facing the hotel again I looked up at him.

"Show me your panties," he said. This time not as loud thankfully. I hesitated, but he looked so good and I knew what was waiting for me so I raised the front of my costume's skirt.

"Is your pussy wet?" he asked. I nodded.

"Are you sure?" he asked again. Again I nodded.

"You had better check," he taunted me. I slid my free hand over my mound.

"It's dripping for you, sir," I said figuring if I was playing his maid, he would like me calling him sir.

"Well I have a job for you, Suzette, so you better get up here," he said before turning and walking into the room.

Suzette, the French Maid. I guess that was his first pet name for me. Yeah, I didn't like that (actually I hated being called Suzette or Suzi) but what could I do. My pussy had needs and he had the solution. I looked to my right and saw a staircase. I couldn't move too fast because of my heels and I had tunnel vision on the stairs so to this day I don't know if anybody saw me. The stairs were the iron grate variety instead of concrete. That made it a slow challenge in the shoes I was wearing. But I made it without getting stuck and then made it to Elijah's room without hearing any catcalls. Figuring he would appreciate it, I knocked on the open door, bent over at the waist a little giving him a look at my boobs should he be looking out the door, and said, "Maid service sir." I tried to fake a French accent, but I don't think I was very successful. Elijah was lying on the bed. He was watching TV. I was disappointed. I figured he would grab me and pull me into the room. Well I hoped he would grab me and ravage me. But instead he just waved me into the room. I walked in and stood next to the bed not quite sure what he wanted.

Apparently he liked what he saw because I could see that he was getting hard just looking at me. That was a boost to my ego and confidence. But instead of jumping off the bed and embracing me, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a feather duster he had strategically placed there before.

"This room could use a good cleaning," he told me handing me the duster.

When I clean my own house I always fantasized about the owner of the house watching and being turned on by how I look in my costume, watching my ass and I bent over to dust something or sneaking peeks at my tits and legs. Now that it was happening, even in a tiny motel room, I was incredibly aroused. "Yes sir. Right away sir," I told him. I didn't think of it at the time, but I had already told him how aroused I was and he making me wait, just like when he teased me in the courthouse. This seemed to be a pattern with him.

It was difficult to concentrate as I dusted the filthy dresser, TV, table and nightstand. I gave him a good show bending over to dust the dresser. Knowing he was behind me looking up under the skirt was such a turn on. By pussy was pulsating with need. I had to stand again to dust the TV, but I'm sure he didn't mind. There was a mirror on the wall so I got a look at myself. I have to admit, I looked sexy as hell. I also caught a glimpse of Elijah on the bed. He had unsnapped his pants and was stroking life into his cock. My mouth watered.

After the TV I turned to do the table near the window and the nightstand next to the bed. I pretended not to notice his cock was nearing full staff. But it was hard, pardon the pun. I wanted to pull my tiny, saturated panty to the side and impale myself on him. But he didn't say a word, so I continued cleaning. I think it was kind of a test to see if I would give up the game and attack him. With a snap of his fingers I would suck his cock or fuck him. I'm sure he knew that. I'm sure he was testing me. I continued dusting, but I was taking more and more frequent looks at his cock. As he stroked it, it bobbed from side to side. It was almost hypnotic. Finally I couldn't take any more. I dropped the duster and jumped onto the bed on my hands and knees. I wish I had been strong enough to tickle his cock with the feather duster and pretend I was in charge of the situation, but I was not. I needed his cock inside me. 

I pushed away his hand and grabbed the base of his magnificent dick with my left hand. Then I quickly opened my mouth and took the head and first few inches passed my lips. I wasn't any more successful that in the car taking more of his beast, but to make up for it I let the river of saliva I that had been filling my mouth in anticipation drip down his cock. I used my right had to stroke up in a vain effort to pleasure him more than I had last time. I heard him sigh, a sound I didn't take as pleasure but as disappointment. I pulled my mouth off his dick and looked him in the eyes. "Teach me," I said. "Of course," he replied. It was only then that I realized he had been waiting for me to admit I didn't know how to pleasure him. He began to stand up and remove his pants. He told me to lay down on my back with my head over the edge of the bed.

"When working on a real cock, you first need to make sure he is very hard and slippery. That you know how to do," he began. It sounded sarcastic since I had not pleased him in my two attempts, but maybe it was a backhanded compliment. 

"Try to straighten your throat," he instructed me. "Put your tongue over your lower lip and flatten it out as if you were at the doctor and he was using a tongue depressor to examine you."

I did my best to comply.

"Now pretend you are yawning to open your throat. Don't relax the muscles. They will close if you do."

I felt so strange being instructed the proper way to take his cock. I thought I knew how to suck cock before, but obviously I needed advanced learning.

"Forcing your tongue down will help limit the gag reflex. Take a deep breath and I'll give you a couple extra inches."

I filled my lungs and felt the head of his penis pressing against my lips. It wasn't just the length I was worried about but the girth. Still I knew I had to master this skill if I wanted to be with him. He told me just to let it slide along my tongue and if I felt like gagging to raise my hand. It didn't take long before I did exactly that. I expected him to pull his cock back out, but he didn't. He waited a couple of seconds and then withdrew. I exhaled, coughed and gasped for air.

"That was a good first effort," he told me. "Next time will be easier. Now, deep breath and open up."

Again he pressed his cock into my mouth, along my tongue and into the opening of my throat. I'm not sure if I got any more into me before I had to raise my hand. This time he held it a second longer before pulling out. I was coughing more and saliva was dripping out of my mouth and over my nose and eyes. I knew this was messing up my make-up.

"Again," he said.

This time I'm sure he got further and I know he held his cock in me longer before I had to give up. My face was getting progressively wetter from spit, but I was perversely proud of myself for progressing.




Addicted Ch. 01



"This time I am going to push into your throat," he warned me. "You may feel some resistance, but don't worry."

I wished he had just done it and not told me. Now I began to worry what that will feel like, but it wasn't too bad. After he reached that depth, he just kept sliding. At first I started to freak out because my jaw was stretched as wide as it could go and I felt the same way in my throat. I couldn't breathe and I started flailing both my arms. But he didn't stop until I'd taken his entire length. Then he held it there and grabbed both sides of my head.

"That's it baby," he tried to reassure me. "You're doing great. Just go with it. Just a few more seconds."

I tried to calm down, but it wasn't working. Thankfully he didn't make me wait much longer before he pulled his cock out. As I lay beneath him looking up, I was amazed that his cock just seemed to go on and on as it came out of my mouth. When the crown finally did pass my lips it fell against my nose. He then grabbed it with his hand as slapped my mouth with it a couple of times.

"That was good, baby, but it has to be second nature to you," he said. He had a meaner edge to his voice than before. He then pushed against my lips again. I'd like to say I resisted after freaking out the last time and knowing what was about to happen. But I didn't. I prepared my mouth for another assault. I still freaked out a little as my air supply was cut off. I didn't like being at his mercy for such a primal need as air. But I was better. More saliva coated my face as he pulled out again and I quickly took a deep breath in anticipation of needing it. And need it I did. But soon, after 20 or 25 times of him entering my throat, I started to enjoy the feeling. And I could tell he was too. He was finally making the sounds of a man enjoying himself, although now I began to worry that he would cum in my mouth instead of fucking me. Still as I lay beneath him, I was hardly in a position to challenge his desires.

I was panting by the time Elijah pulled out of my mouth. I knew, at least I hoped, his unwillingness to cum down my throat meant he was finally ready to fuck me. He had taught me how to swallow his massive cock. Now I hoped he would teach me how to take it in my pussy. I knew I could stretch to accommodate him. After all as big as his was, he was no match to giving birth. Of course I had never done that either so I was apprehensive about what was about to happen.

Elijah was nice and asked about the largest cock I'd ever fucked. I had to confess it was my husband's and only about half the length and a third of the girth. He looked skeptical.

"I like you Suzanne. I don't want to hurt you. But I don't think you are ready yet. I'll go slow and let you stretch, but you stop me when it gets to be too much. Agreed?"

I was surprised how understanding he was about my nervousness. He told me to get on my hands and knees, which I gladly did. I then felt his weight on the mattress behind me.

"I'm going to give you just a bit," he told him. "Just enough to get started. Then you rock back as you are ready to take more. We'll go from there."

That sounded like a pretty good plan to me. I heard him spit and turned my head to see him taking his palm and sliding it up and down his shaft. I figured his cock was still wet with my drool and my pussy was a swampy mess right now, but I wasn't about to question him. When I felt his cock touch my outer labia, my muscles contracted out of reflex. 

"Just relax and let it happen. I know you want this," Elijah told me. I took a deep breath and tried to do exactly that. I felt my pussy lips begin to stretch as he began to penetrate me. I gritted my teeth and tried, but I couldn't relax. I felt pain has he began to enter me, but it wasn't a good pain. I read all about being spanked and how the pain would turn to pleasure, but that wasn't what I was experiencing. Instead of leaning back, I leaned forward and pulled myself off his cock.

"I'm sorry," I said sobbing. "I can't do it. You're too big."

"Sure you can take it honey. That's the same thing you said about sucking me. It just takes time and practice. Do you trust me?" he asked.

I didn't know what he meant about practice. I felt like he was tearing me apart. I wiped the tears away from my eyes. I wanted to trust him. I wanted him inside me more than I had wanted anything in my life. I just didn't understand how it could happen.

"I want to trust you Elijah. I want you to fuck me so badly. I want to cum all over you. I just don't see how that is possible," I told him truthfully.

"I'll show you. But first get on your knees," he said forcefully. I scampered to the floor. "You've been teasing me long enough," he continued. "It's time you got me off."

He moved forward. I opened my mouth. It was more of a challenge to take him in this position than when I was laying down. I reached for his cock to slow his assault on my mouth. He gave me more instructions. "Just tilt your head back. Get those hands away. Grab your ankles with them. Just take what I give you."

Grabbing my ankles forced me to lean back just enough so that when I tilted my neck everything aligned and soon he was fucking my throat again with his cock. Only this time he was not as gentle as when I was on the bed. He didn't hold is cock in my throat causing me to choke. I guess I should be thankful for that. Instead he was using my mouth as a substitute pussy. My gag reflex was not fully suppressed this time. So while I wasn't choking from lack of air, I was gagging and saliva was pouring out of my mouth each time he pulled back. It was awful. I was getting no pleasure from it. In fact I was ready to lift my hands and push away. Had any other man treated me this way I'm sure I would have. But then I looked up into his eyes and I saw a huge smile on his face. I was pleasing him. I had not been able to please him with my pussy, but he was finally taking pleasure in my mouth. As hard as it is to understand, I suddenly felt valuable, needed and special.

Spit was flying everywhere out of my mouth. I tried to relax. He must have sensed me acquiescing to his desire to fuck my throat because he now grabbed my head and really began to pound my mouth. He was taking short fast strokes. And by short I mean still longer than any man before him. But then every fifth stroke or so, he would push all the way into my throat and then pull all the way out. He was leaving me gasping for breath and I began to worry that I would pass out. And then he came.

Without warning, in fact. I could always tell when Josh was about to cum when I blew him. His cockhead would swell and soon five or six spurts of juice would flow into my mouth. Elijah was different. He just pulled all the way out, didn't make a sound and blasted my face. It was a hot, sticky mess and each jet felt like a full load from Josh as it splashed against my face and then dripped down into my cleavage.

I wasn't sure how to react, so I didn't. I just knelt there still holding my ankles while Elijah unloaded his torrent of cum. I felt like a glazed donut kneeling on the dirty carpet as his thick cum dripped down my face and onto my chest. My pulse was racing and I felt wonderful that I had finally pleased him. My breathing was still rough as I started to calm down. I held my position though, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

"Clean me off slut," Elijah told me. I didn't like being called slut, but given my position and creamy candy coating, I could hardly argue. I started to move my hand to grip his cock, but he corrected me again and told me to just use my tongue. Obviously this was a challenge because each time I got a section cleaned, it seem another part would brush against my face and get cum on it again. But I loved the taste and I loved serving him in this way. My husband would never understand how much I needed this treatment. It is what I had fantasized about all those years alone in the house. And now it was happening. My pussy was still leaking and I was still aroused beyond belief. God how I wanted him to fuck me. But since he couldn't, I couldn't wait to be alone in the car again so I could get myself off. 

Finally about 15 minutes later, Elijah was satisfied with my clean up job. His cum was starting to dry on my face and tits. It wasn't completely unpleasant as it was a reminder of his gift to me. After he tucked his cock back into his pants he had me stand. Then he walked me over to the dresser so I could see the damage, the sweet wonderful damage, he had inflicted on me.

My face was a mess of spit and cum. My beautiful maid's costume was torn and my breasts were hanging out and drizzled with cum from my chin. My makeup had run. I looked exactly like you might expect. And I loved it. Elijah told me to bend over and grab the dresser. For a moment I was afraid he was going to try and fuck me again, but as much of a stud as he was, I doubted he could get hard again that fast. Instead he slid two fingers into my pussy and began to finger fuck me.

"Damn girl, you are tight just for two fingers. It's been a long time since I broke in someone as snug as you. I'm going to enjoy this."

My mind was spinning from finally getting something in my pussy, even if it just was his fingers. I buck backwards like he had told me to do when he tried to fuck me in an effort to encourage him to use his fingers more forcefully. He got the hint, but instead of fucking me harder he pulled his fingers out. I cried out, "No!"

"I'm short on time and we have a stop to make. Plus unless I miss my mark, I'm pretty sure you want to cum. So sit up on that dresser and spread your legs."

I did want to cum, of course, but I really wanted to please him more. As it turns out, I could do both. I expected him to continue playing with my pussy, but instead he told me to play with myself while he got dressed.

"Show me how you work that wet pussy of yours when you fantasize about my cock," he told me. My hands immediately went to my crotch.

I sat on the dresser and rubbed my clit, pinched my nipples and fingered my pussy while Elijah got dressed and cleaned up. By the time I made myself cum, he looked every bit like the dashing gentleman he had when he arrived. I looked like a piece of fuck meat. The contrast was stark. I figured he would let me clean up too, but instead he took my hand and led me back out into the daylight. It was now just past 3pm as he led me to my car. This time I was not as fortunate not to be seen as several patrons of the motel saw my walk of shame. But I didn't care. I didn't know any of them and Elijah obviously had more plans for me.

"Leave your coat off and follow me," he told me as he got into his car and I got into mine. I started to get nervous. Within the context of a no-tell motel, my wanton look was explainable. Driving down the street, not so much. But Elijah was already pulling out onto the street, so I didn't have any time to ponder whether to follow him. I had to decide. I pulled out after him.

It was a short drive to his destination. Unfortunately for me, it was another establishment where I was properly dressed. At least I thought I wouldn't be too far out of place. It was an adult bookstore and video arcade. Elijah parked and then walked over to my car after I pulled in. Like a gentleman he opened my car door. I started to grab my coat, but a stern look from him left no room for interpretation that he expected me to walk into the store as is. He reached out his hand and took him. Then he led me to the front door. Thankfully there were only a few patrons at that time of day. Unthankfully, they all noticed me. But standing next to my protector, none of them had the courage to approach me. 

Elijah led me over to the sex toys. In a voice too loud for my comfort, he said "you need a couple of dildos so you can stretch your pussy to take me." I know the other people in the store heard him. I blushed. Elijah made me examine every dildo on the shelf. It was incredibly humiliating to hold them up and compare them to my memory of what his cock felt like in my hands. We settled on three suction cup models. Elijah insisted on that so I could attached him to the floor and ride them or to the wall so I could buck against them instead of just holding them and fucking myself. The first was only six inches long, but fatter than Josh's cock. Elijah said I could start with that one to begin practicing for him. Dildos two and three were progressively longer and wider, although the biggest was still about 2 inches short and not quite as large in circumference as the real thing. Elijah told me when he did fuck me, he wanted to take that last little bit himself. I just nodded not understanding how I'd ever fit even number two let alone number three.

He also pointed to a three-pack anal plug training set. It started with a fairly small plug and then a middle plug and finally one that looked huge. "After we break your pussy, we'll start working on your ass," he said confidently, again loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen," I told him.

"Of course it is," he replied. "After I wreck your pussy, your hubby will have to use your ass or he won't even bang the sides. Hell, my girlfriend takes my cock in her ass. I know you can too with a little help."

Did he really just casually admit he has a girlfriend? That was news to me. I was married so I guess it didn't really matter, but in some ways it did. I wondered if they had an open relationship or were not exclusive. Or maybe he has a stable of women competing for the attention of his cock. But I hardly thought that was the time or the place to discuss the issue. Elijah had me carry the three dildos and a bottle of lube he also grabbed up to the counter. I hoped he didn't expect me to pay because I had left my purse in the car. The clerk was leering at me because of my outfit.

"Don't you be disrespecting my lady," Elijah bellowed.

"Of course not, sir," the clerk meekly replied.

"We're going into a booth. We'll pick these up later," my protector informed him.

"The booths are not for couples," the clerk said with a little more confidence. "Solo use only."

"Do we have a problem?" Elijah asked indicating he didn't care about the rules.

"No. Of course not," replied the clerk. "Have a good time."

Elijah led me down a hallway off to the side of the counter. I could feel eyes on my backside as I walked. We went behind a curtain where there were three doors. Elijah opened the first and ushered me inside. There was a single chair and a TV behind a Plexiglas shield. Elijah didn't tell me to sit, so I didn't. I watched as he slid some money into a bill acceptor mounted next to the TV. He then punched a number into the keypad. The TV sprung to life showing a porno. He then sat down on the chair and pulled me onto his lap.

We both were facing the screen. Elijah spread his legs. My legs were hooked on top of his so I was forced to spread my legs too. Not that I minded. The video he picked featured three black men having their way with a tiny blonde with huge tits. I think he chose this video to show me that it was possible for such a small woman (she was about my size except for the breasts) to take a huge black cock. Actually the girl was taking a huge black cock in her pussy and another large one up her ass at the same time. The third guy seemed to be waiting in relief the other two when needed. He was standing off to the side stroking himself.

Needless to say, I found the video very exciting. I also was excited when Elijah reached between my legs and started fingering my pussy. I leaned back against him. It felt so good to have him touching me I just melted into him. 

"Watch her," he told me. 

The guys now switched places like a Chinese fire drill. The guy from her ass stood up and the guy who had been in her pussy took his place. The relief cock slid under her and prepared to slid into her well fucked snatch. Assman wasn't satisfied with just standing on the side however, and he forced his cock into her mouth. I wretched a bit in sympathy to her taking a cock that had just been in her ass. Elijah rubbed my clit harder.

"I know what you are thinking. I'm sure he cleaned off before he did that but they edit that out."

I wasn't so sure because I certainly did not notice any change in the camera position. But Elijah's fingers made me forget that very quickly.

"She's a black cock slut," he whispered in my ear as my body moved closer to another orgasm. "She can't get enough. Soon you will be just like her."

Watching the girl get impaled in all three of her holes the way my mouth had been taken and having Elijah promise to make me just like her set me off like a rocket. I'm sure the other patrons of the store heard me scream like a banshee as I was overwhelmed by another climax. I pushed hard against Elijah's barrel chest, but he didn't move. He was solid as a rock as I bounced on his lap. His fingers never left my clit. He just kept rubbing and I kept cumming. Over and over picturing myself in the video. My holes were getting destroyed and I just didn't care. The woman in the video was cumming too, or at least she was faking it very well. Finally Elijah stopped rubbing me and I started to return to Earth about the time the three men unloaded their cum on the face of their fuck slut.

"I want that," I told Elijah. "I want another load of your cum."

Elijah pushed me off his lap and onto the sticky floor. He then unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.

"Service me and get your treat," he commanded.

I had felt him harden when I was cumming on his lap. Still he wasn't his full rock hard self yet when I took his crown in my mouth and started sucking. I augmented this by stroking his shaft. He seemed more interested in the video playing on the screen and didn't give me any further instructions or encouragement. It was up to me to remember my lessons from the motel and try to please him. Once I had his shaft nice and slick, I tried to take him into my throat again. But the angle was wrong and I kept getting stuck and gagging. He let me try several times before saying he had to get going and to hurry up if I wanted his cum. 

I certainly did want another taste of his sweet jizz. This time I wanted it all in my mouth as well. I didn't want to waste a drop. I pulled my mouth off his cock and started stroking him with both hands. While my left hand worked his shaft, my right hand worked his crown. I made sure to keep plenty of saliva on his cock so my hands would slide smoothly and quickly up and down his cock. I was still amazed that I needed two hands to work his dick and I still wasn't touching it all. He seemed to like the rhythm I fell into because he started moaning. I looked back at the screen to see what he was watching and the video now showed a cute redhead with her ass getting reamed by her black stallion. Unlike me she had curly hair and fake tits, but we shared our hair color and I wanted to be sure Elijah saw me as a substitute for her.

"Look at her alabaster white skin and how it contradicts her fiery red hair," I cooed. I felt his cock twitch in my hands. "His black cock looks so good ramming in and out of her asshole. Don't you want to do that to me baby?"

The combination of my hands, my voice and the video must have been too much for him because he announced he was about to cum. I kept stroking him to encourage him, but I opened my mouth and got it close and ready to catch his load. The first spurt missed my mouth and hit under my chin eventually running down my neck, but I managed to capture his cock in my mouth for the subsequent eruption. He tasted better than any man I had ever had before. I didn't waste any time swallowing down his tasty delicacy. I also made sure to clean his cock without being asked. He then told me to get myself put back together because we were leaving. Basically that meant tucking my breasts back into my costume as best I could. I didn't bother wiping the cum remnants off my chin or from my cleavage where it had dripped. The people in the front of the store already knew what I looked like coming in and I was sure they wouldn't be surprised what happened in the booth.




Addicted Ch. 01



On our way out, Elijah stopped and bought the three dildos for me. He made sure to hand me the bag with the instruction to "practice for the next few days" and that he would "test me later" to see how I was progressing. It was gloriously humiliating for him to treat me that way. I walked out of the store with him. I wasn't sure if I should expect a goodbye kiss now that our date, if that is what this had been, was over. He didn't kiss me. He did give me a playful swat on the butt and said "You were great." He then added, "I'll give you some time to prepare for our next meeting. I will call you in a few days."

And with that, he got in his car and drove away, literally leaving me holding the bag. I got back in my car and just like last time we got together, I quickly rubbed myself to another climax. Then I drove home hoping I made it there before my husband came home from work so I could shower off the evidence of my debauchery. 

After the few hours I spent with Elijah, my entire outlook on sex changed. I still spent my days at home in fantasy masturbation, but the star was always Elijah and his huge cock. But those thoughts were just the prelude to my use of the dildos he bought me. I'd still start my day dressed as a maid (I didn't bother to clean my outfit because I wanted to remember what he did to me) or diddling myself out by the pool or now sitting in the car in the garage remembering the first time I saw his dick. I'd get myself good and worked up, but would always stop before I climaxed. Well that wasn't entirely true. I couple of times I couldn't hold back because I got caught up in how amazing it was going to feel when I was finally able to take him inside of me.

When I felt like I was at peak, I would rush up to the bedroom where I had the smallest fake cock setup. At first it was suctioned to the bathroom floor pointing up. I thought it would be easier to control the penetration this way. The first time I mounted Elijah's dildo, the pain I felt was glorious as it stretched me more than Josh ever could. As I began to rock myself up and down fucking it, the pain transitioned into amazing pleasure. I finally understood what it meant when people described the pleasure of pain. I knew the fake cock was stretching me unnaturally, but I loved it. I bounced up and down until I came. It didn't take long. Then I rested a couple of minutes with the dildo still buried inside of me and fucked myself again to another wonderous climax. My knees were sore by the time I came again so I dismounted, lay on the floor and took the dildo in my mouth the way I knew Elijah enjoyed. It was a pleasure to suck my own juices off the cock, but I missed the taste of Elijah's cum. As I lay there I felt empty without the phallus inside of me. At least my pussy felt empty. My mouth felt fine.

I took a nap after that and woke to the sound of my phone. Josh was calling to invite me to the studio. I almost declined because I wanted another session with Mr. Dildo, but I decided I had better go help him and not change my usual schedule. 'The next day I had no such issue. After teasing myself to extreme arousal laying out by the pool and dreaming of the dildo, I rushed inside to my bathroom again. This time I had mounted the dildo on a full-length mirror attached to the wall. I was a little worried that the mirror wouldn't stand up to the pressure of me fucking it. How would you explain the mirror crashing down on you to your husband?

The first time I got on my hands and knees and backed myself up to the dildo I knew it would not be my last. I always loved getting fucked doggie style and even when doing it myself, it felt much better than riding the dildo cowgirl style had been. I began slowly, but soon was bucking myself back on the fake cock in the way Elijah had encouraged me to do to him. This position also let me reach beneath my stomach and reach my clit. That sent me into orbit. I think I came five times that session before I finally fell forward off the dildo and onto the cold bathroom tile. That afternoon I fucked myself senseless to six orgasms before I quit. Reaching between my legs I could tell my pussy was effectively stretched for quite a while after I was done. That night Josh wanted to be amorous, but I was scared I'd feel differently to him (not to mention being sore myself) so I began sucking him off without him asking. One thing is for sure. A man will not refuse a blowjob. And if the woman doesn't stop her attention, no matter how much he wants to fuck, he will lay back until he blows his wad in her mouth. Satisfied Josh fell asleep. I had to finger myself to two more climaxes before I could relax enough to fall asleep myself.

The next day I thought I was ready for the medium size dildo, but I was wrong. It was just too big and I couldn't stretch enough to take it. So I dropped back to the smaller one. I was able to take it with just a little effort. For the next few days this became my routine until three days later I was finally able to get the medium one deep into my pussy. The pain I felt mirrored the first time I used the smaller dildo and was essentially orgasmic in and of itself. I was spending my days just staying at home fucking myself. I really didn't want to fuck Josh now and I could tell he had become suspicious of me always giving him head. I wouldn't let him eat me either because I was afraid he would finger me and realize how I was transforming myself. Three days later I send Elijah a text message telling him today was the day I would graduate to the biggest dildo. I'd never been so disappointed as when I realized I had jumped the gun on that one. I didn't even bother to fuck myself with the medium cock when I realized I wasn't ready for the giant. I was depressed. I also had to send a follow up message to Elijah telling him I wasn't able to handle him yet. I felt like a failure the way I had when I first botched trying to suck him off. I also had to tell him my husband was getting suspicious that I wouldn't let him near my pussy. Elijah's solution was to let him fuck my ass.

I didn't think that was a great solution, but I was kind of desperate. After I taught myself how to take the big cock and then Elijah, Josh wouldn't even touch the sides of my pussy. I guess my ass was all I could offer him. I remembered the plugs at the adult bookstore and went that afternoon to buy a set. Josh was leaving town for a week so that would buy me some time to prepare. My trip to the store was uneventful, although I did go to the booth and masturbate watching the same film Elijah showed me. At least I didn't look like a fucked out mess this time, although buying an anal training kit was awkward enough. Thankfully Elijah had bought lube last time so I didn't have to buy that too.

When I got home, I stripped out of my clothes and unboxed the plugs. The small one didn't look too scary. After all I had been through, sticking that up my ass didn't seem to outrageous, so I greased it up, bent over and pushed it in. I must admit, it wasn't as unpleasant as I anticipated. I had a few hours until Josh was due home and had some cleaning to do, so I put on my maid's outfit and got to work. Having my ass plugged gave the task an entirely new outlook. Usually I just fantasized about the Lord of the house taking the helpless maid. Now that I was actually wearing the plug, I felt more like a kept woman. Instead of just fucking me whenever he wanted, I fantasized that my Lord was actually training me. Needless to say my panties were soaked. I worked for about an hour and was about ready to take my masturbation break when I heard the garage door open and saw Josh walk in.

"Honey, I'm home," he called out just before he noticed me in my sexy outfit.

"Hi Josh," I called back. "I was just cleaning. You're home early."

Josh knew I liked to dress up sometimes and knew I masturbated when I was home alone so it wasn't a surprise how I was dressed. I think he would have been surprised how often I did it, but I had always been able to bullshit him that I did it to get in the mood for him when he came home. The truth was I did it for me, but he got the benefit of me getting myself horny.

"I came home early to spend time with you since I'm leaving for LA in the morning. I'm glad I did. I see you are in one of your playful moods."

I curtsied and asked him if he liked the costume. I didn't mention how it was coated in my new lover's dried cum and had become a bit tattered over the last few weeks. He didn't say anything. He just walked over to me and gave me a deep passionate kiss. In my aroused state, his kiss buckled my knees and made me gush a bit more into my panties. I felt his left arm wrap around me as I started to slouch. He kissed me again. This time though, he ran his right hand under my skirt. I felt myself going limp as he discovered how wet my panties had become.

"Somebody has been thinking naughty thoughts," he announced as he broke the kiss. "I hope you were thinking about me."

"Always, my Lord," I replied in my best southern belle accent. I tried to make believe I was playing the part of a plantation maid. I'd never called him my Lord before or even used any pet name what would show he had control over me. But now it felt natural. I even push my hips forward to make sure his hand was pressed against my panties letting him know I was interested. 

"I see," he replied. "And is it part of a maid's duty to make sure the Lord of the house is happy?"

He pulled me back into a standing position before removing both his hands and started unbuckling his belt.

"Of course that is part of the maid's job," I announce to him. "Let me do that for you."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and undid his pants. When I pulled down his underwear, his cock sprung out ready for action. It almost hit my face. That flashed me back for an instant to when Elijah hit my face with his cock. It also reminded me of Josh's inadequacies in that department. Before he could speak, I took his member in my mouth.

I hoped a sloppy, wet blowjob would satisfy him, but it didn't. I'd gotten away with that for long enough. Today, since he was going out of town, he was determined to fuck me. Given that I was playing the submissive maid for him, it was not possible for me to resist his demand either. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth and was lost in the act of serving him. I hardly noticed that he pulled his cock free, helped me stand up, spun me around and bent me over the couch. I was in my fantasy world and about to be taken in the living room. I lost track that I was had been preventing him from fucking me all week and that I was currently wearing a butt plug. All that mattered was the rush of cool air I felt across my wet pussy as Josh pulled my panties down. He then lifted my skirt and stood behind me. If he noticed the plug, he didn't mention it. I felt his rigid cock press against me. Usually it takes him a moment to get the angle right and penetrate me. This time he just slid in. I realized that was because I'd been fucking Elijah's dildo. Josh didn't seem to notice. He just moaned. As aroused as I was, I'm sure I felt great wrapped around his cock.

Then he stopped. "What the hell?" he said. At first I thought it was because he realized he was able to enter me easier than before. Then I felt the plug move. Josh was gripping the base and wiggling it. I gave me a perfunctory moan.

"Oh honey," I cried out to him. "It's a new toy. Do you like it?"

I was trying not to give him a reason to question why I was wearing it.

"My friend Katie is always bragging about how great sex his when she gets it up the butt. I thought we could try it."

Josh didn't know Katie was made up. I didn't want to pick a name of a real friend whom he might someday ask. He wiggled the plug again.

"It feels weird having my cock press up against it," he confessed. "But it's OK."

Josh went back to fucking me and set a quick rhythm. He didn't seem interested in fucking my ass. I was thankful for that. It was as if I really was his maid and he was the owner's son who was afraid of getting caught. He wasn't taking his time and started banging away at my pussy. I can't say I didn't enjoy it. I knew from experience that at this pace, he wouldn't last long. I also knew I probably wouldn't get to climax because he would finish too quickly. But I was OK with that. He was enjoying my pussy and didn't seem to notice I wasn't as tight as before. And that was great news. We didn't talk. We just fucked. And then it was over. I felt him swell and deposit a generous load deep into my pussy. He held his cock inside of me until he started to soften. Then he pulled out. My pussy made a series of farting noises and the air his furious assault trapped inside of me was released. His cum also started dripping down my leg. I imagined it was Elijah's cum escaping. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck.

"That was great hon," he told me. "I need to go pack." Then he walked out of the room. I let his cum continue to drip and went back to cleaning.

Given what you know about me you may be surprised I didn't sit down and get myself off. I knew I would do that later. But in the moment, I wanted to enjoy the feeling of his cum running down my leg. It made me feel nasty. Like a dirty slut maid. And I loved it. 

About a half hour later Josh was packed and I told him I was done cleaning and was going to take a shower before making dinner. He was fine with that. I went into the bathroom and peeled off my costume. My pussy was still calling for attention and after I spun around to look at my ass in the mirror (I had not seen the plug yet) I decided to get off before I cleaned up. I also decided to text Elijah and tell him about my afternoon.

He didn't text back. Instead my Facetime app started to light. It was Elijah. I prayed Josh wasn't in the bedroom and could hear me as I answered.

"So my dirty girl got fucked in her maid's outfit again," was the opening salvo in our conversation. I was holding the phone in front of me with one hand while I rubbed my clit with the other. My inability to speak coherently made it obvious what I was doing.

"Set the phone on the counter and bend over so I can see you," Elijah commanded. 

I put the phone upright against the mirror and bent over in front of it. He saw mostly my chin and boobs. He could also tell where my hand was and could see my arm moving as I masturbated. Elijah made me confess my sins as I rubbed myself. I told him about fucking the dildos several times per day. I told him about going to buy the plugs and spun around so he could see I was wearing one right then. He asked how Josh felt about that and I told him he saw it, but didn't really say much about it. I told Elijah how Josh just bent me over and fucked me. Then I confessed how dirty I felt with his cum dripping out of my pussy. I was getting close to orgasm. Elijah told me to adjust the phone so he could watch my face as I came.

I know it is wrong for me to get off harder with a man watching me masturbate on my phone than I did when my husband actually made love to me, but that was what had become of me. Just seeing Elijah's face and the stupid grin he had as he watched my face contort as a powerful climax wracked my body was more powerful than any orgasm Josh had ever given me. In the middle of my orgasm, I confessed to Elijah what I really wanted. "Baby, Josh is leaving for a week. Promise me you'll come over and fuck me until I can't walk," I moaned in-between waves of climax. "Are you ready for me to take you?" he asked.

This confession of my lust fueled my orgasm to continue. "No, but I will be in a few days, I promise," I moaned. As my body finally began to calm, Elijah told me to text him when I was ready to "be properly fucked." As I nodded he disconnected from Facetime. I fell to the floor exhausted. My breathing was ragged, my clit was pulsating, my nipples were painfully hard and somehow I had to shower and then play the perfect wife for the rest of the evening. 

Thankfully Josh nodded off early since he had to be up at 4:30 to go to the airport. After he fell sleep I crept into our den and used the computer to search for interracial porn. I didn't use the plug again, but I did find several videos that fed my fantasies and I rubbed myself to three good orgasms before sneaking back into bed and falling asleep. I bet you can guess the subject of my dreams.



Addicted Ch. 02



I was on fire. My first little stunt had two effects on me. The first was that I was now so horny that I couldn't sit still. The second, and more importantly, was that because I was so horny, I knew that I would continue on my adventure.

My face was covered with the slime from my throat and the mixture of come and sweat that had puddled on the leather of the car seat. My little jacket and blouse were missing some buttons and my bra was pulled down around my stomach. My pantyhose was pulled up over my hips. It was soaked from my orgasm. The thong that was underneath my panties was now in my mouth, one strap hanging out like spaghetti. I was a whore.

I had just masturbated publicly at the side of the freeway, although no one had stopped to take me up on the implicit offer. I was at the beginning of another journey in which I would satisfy my addiction. Every so often, my need to be used gets too distracting. It becomes all I can think about. I am useless until I head out looking to get used hard.

As before, I knew I would pull progressively more daring stunts until I got caught by the wrong crowd and then put through my paces. I needed to feel the thrill of the danger. I needed to disconnect my mind and live only through my body. I needed to give my body away to strangers. I was addicted to the danger, to the possibility that I might get killed or seriously injured. I know it was irrational, but it was the very irrationality that compelled me to do it. In my normal life I was an in-control professional woman. When I succumbed to my addiction I became a reckless slut.

My heart raced as I drove along the freeway. I sucked my panties, tasting my desire. My sweaty hands gripped the wheel. I didn't drive quickly, rather I cruised along and let my brain disengage. I knew that I would become more and more open to suggestions. I would pull over when I saw something that seemed to be a sign. In my real life I would never be so superstitious, but now I was open to anything, and further I wanted my actions to be controlled externally. My number one rule on these excursions to the bottom was, obey everyone. Once I got caught by the wrong group, I would be theirs until they tired of me.

I had been driving now for over twenty minutes. The freeway was endless. The cars moved steadily, carrying me away. A car whipped across the lanes in front of me, moving quickly from the fast lane all the way over to an exit. I followed.

I exited off the freeway and into the collector lanes. The little red hatchback that prompted the move was already weaving its way out of sight. But there, at the side of the road, was a hitchhiker.

With a sigh and a trembling jaw I signaled and pulled over about a hundred yards past him. In the rearview mirror I could see the dried saliva on my face. I looked down at my crumpled jacket and pointy little nipples that peeked out. I saw how silly my bra looked across my abdomen. I inhaled and smelled my sex. I could see the strap of my panties dangling over my chin. I felt a little silly, and a little scared.

My hands were nervous in my lap. I ran them up and down my thighs. Then I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy through my hose. That helped. In the mirror I could see a guy in his twenties walking up to my car. He looked young. He was dressed in a maroon sweatshirt and jeans. He had a baseball cap on and was carrying an army surplus pack. He was wearing old hiking boots. 

He came to the passenger side and looked in the window. With a sigh and a click I unlocked the door.

The door opened and the boy got in. I could see him hesitate when he got a closer look at me. He froze half in and half out of the car. "What the hell?" he said.

I looked up at him and slowly pulled my panties out of my mouth. I threw them in the back seat. The boy sat down and closed the door. "What the hell?" he said.

I had only one hard and fast rule when I was giving in to my addiction—obey everyone. But I also had one other unofficial rule—don't speak unless directly ordered too. It was part of giving up control. I would do whatever was asked, my body would be a puppet. If I spoke independently then I would be taking a hand at my own strings.

I turned and looked directly at the boy. His brown hair feathered out from under his cap. He was clean, although a few days away from a shave. His was a little soft around the edges, but his eyes were wild.

We looked at each other for a moment. I could see his eyes darting down to my breasts. My cheeks reddened. He licked his lips nervously. I was in absolute heaven.

"What do you want?" He timidly asked me. I looked at him in silence. My mouth pouted open and I raked my lower lip with my upper teeth. I wanted to pull my jacket and blouse open for him. But instead I waited.

His pack was awkwardly at his side, resting against the dash as he sat sideways looking at me. "Do you mind if I put this in the backseat?" He asked.

I tipped my head and slowly blinked at him.

"Well, okay then." He clumsily reached back and opened the door, stumbled out and threw his pack in the back seat. He got back in the front. "Are you okay" he asked. "Were you attacked? Are you hurt?" 

I slowly shook my head no. My tongue snaked out and licked my lips. I couldn't wait. My hands reached up and pulled open my jacket and blouse. The boy's eyes widened. I held myself open.

Both of the boy's hands slowly reached out, and tentatively moved to my breasts. Their touch was electric. He held his hands still for a moment, and then he started to squeeze.

I moaned softly. He squeezed harder.

I moaned harder. He pinched my left nipple while his face pressed in and started to suck on my left. I closed my eyes and smiled.

The boy bit down on my nipple and my hands flew to the back of his head, pushing him into me. He grinded his teeth lightly and I screamed and twitched.

The boy pulled away and looked at me anxiously. "Is, is this okay?"

I nodded.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

I looked him in the eye, weighing whether or not I needed to speak, and the answer came out, "Anything."

"Anything?" asked the boy.

"Anything" I replied.

He thought about this for a moment, his eyes glued to my breasts. He took a breath, "What will you do to me?"

The magic question! "Anything" I replied.

The boy's eyes narrowed. "Suck my cock!" he blurted out.

I leaned forward slowly, licking my lips, and began to open his jeans.

"Shit!" said the boy.

He was hard as a rock and my mouth swallowed him whole. My head slowly raised and lowered, taking him fully with each slow stroke. I kept going at this slow steady pace until I felt him push down on my head. He held me there, with him fully inside me, for a few seconds. Then he started to pump himself into me with an ever-increasing pace. Some of his strokes hurt as he banged the back of my throat, but I nevertheless did my best to slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft as he fucked my face. He liked that. He started to pump my head harder and faster. I could taste his precum.

Without warning he threw my head off of him and took a couple of calming breaths. His cock glistened and throbbed, but didn't come just yet.

"What else will you do?" he said, as if to himself. He kicked off his shoes and slide his pants and underwear down, spreading his knees wide. "Lick my balls" he said.

I smoothly leaned forward and licked his balls the way a cat cleans its paws. He liked that. Then I took his balls into my mouth and sucked them. He liked that too.

"Lick lower" he said.

I licked his balls, and then trailed my tongue down to their base and licked there firmly. Then I plunged my little tongue as far as it could go into his anus. It smelled and tasted foul, but the boy liked it. I licked all around the outside of his anus and then pushed my tongue back inside repeatedly.

One of the boy's hands held my head into his ass. Then both hands grabbed my face, lifted it up and forced it back onto his cock. He pumped harder then ever and, after about a minute, came in my throat. The salty drug flowed into me. My pussy was on fire. I was getting what I needed.

The boy stopped pumping, but held my head over his cock. I twirled it with my tongue, hoping it would harden again. I needed another orgasm. I needed more come.

He pulled me off of him and I sat back up in my seat.

The boy looked at me reflectively. "Show me your pussy" he said.

I immediately turned in my seat and lifted my right leg up, bending my knee to place my shoe on the handbrake. I pushed my knee into the back of the seat to give him the best view. I didn't need to lift up my skirt. My pussy was clearly visible through my slick pantyhose. My lips were engorged. I could feel them pulse.

The boy reached out and stroked my pussy through my pantyhose. His fingers pushed at my entrance and my hips thrust forward to meet him. He pushed harder and harder in one continuous thrust. His two fingers were completely inside me and my hose had not ripped. I was close to orgasm. My hips bucked against his fingers.

His left hand took hold of my foot, lifted it up and slipped off my pump. As I fucked his right hand his left tickled the bottom of my foot. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked on my big toe. His mouth felt wet and warm. He started to lick the bottom of my foot from heel to toe. I was in heaven.

He then took my foot and rubbed it against his cock. The nylon easily slid over his hardening shaft. He took his hand away from my pussy. I hadn't yet come! His hand trailed up to my breast. Pain shot through one nipple, then the other. Then his fingers pushed open my mouth and pushed down my throat. His cock was hard and he kept masturbating himself with my foot.

I gagged against his fingers. He pulled them out. I opened my mouth as he presented them again, and again he gagged me. Then, instead of ramming his fingers down my throat, he simply held them in front of my face. "Gag yourself on these you slut."

I opened my mouth and pushed my head down over his fingers until I gagged. "Is there anything you won't do?" For a reply I gagged myself once again. I started retching, but managed to keep everything down.

He lifted my foot back up to his mouth. "Pull down your pantyhose slut."

It took some effort, but I managed to ease my hose down to my knees, all the while letting the boy continue to suck on my toes. I had to lift my other foot up so no they were both in his face. He slipped off my other pump and started to lick my left foot. It felt terrific to have my pussy exposed and I loved the attention he was paying to my feet. 

The boy tried to angle his cock into my pussy, but there was no place for my legs to go in the cramped front seat of my sedan. He thought for a minute. "Recline your seat" he said as he reached back to recline his seat. Now the boy had more room to use me.

His hands slid up my legs to my knees. He grabbed my bunched pantyhose and pulled it off. "On your back! Spread your legs!"

I obeyed.

He climbed awkwardly on top of me. His cock knew the way and he shoved it inside my pussy. My outer lips pulled at the quick invasion, but after he started pumping everything was slick. I was ready for him.

He pumped into me for all he was worth. I could now see the cars streaming past just one lane away, but most were moving too quickly to see much more than a jumble of bodies. Then a horn honked. I guess they could see more than I thought!

The horn seemed to throw off the boy. I think he only just then realized where he was. He stopped fucking me, pulled out and slunk down under the dash. I could feel his breath on my pussy. I thought I was going to come.

"You are such a nasty fucking whore" I could here him say from between my legs. Then he gave my pussy a crude dog's lick and rolled back up into the seat beside me.

I was so turned on I could hardly stand it. "Get your mouth back on my cock you whore! And stick your ass up for all the world to see while you blow me!"

I rolled over, felt the cool of the driver's window on my ass, and went back to work on the boy's cock. I needed to orgasm. Now the honks really started coming. My bare ass was on complete display. There was no doubt about what I was doing. What if someone recognized my car? 

It didn't matter. All that mattered was that my body was on its way to getting another load dumped into it. I sucked. He pumped my head, and then ejaculated his second load inside me. I loved it. My hand had snaked its way between my legs and as the boy came in my mouth I squirted all over the window. My orgasm was incredible.

After, I looked up from the boy's cock, my eyes were questioning. I wanted to see what his next orders would be.

"It stinks in here" he said, and got out of the car. Without a word he retrieved his bag from the back, shut the door and walked away along the side of the road. I was at a loss.

I pulled up my seat and looked out the window to see the boy walking away, his back to me, not trying to flag down a ride. He looked angry from the way he walked. I think he was confused. It must be hard for a guy to treat me like I need after he's come twice.

Well, I had come twice two but that wasn't nearly enough. I threw my pantyhose in the back seat and slipped my pumps back on, and once again merged back into traffic. I slowed as I passed the boy but he turned to avoid my gaze.

I was in the collector lanes driving slowly, without direction, just following along. I found myself on an off-ramp and my car ended up pulling into one of the many suburban bedroom communities that seem to have no sidewalks or downtowns, just an endless succession of strip malls.

The strip malls didn't catch my attention. It was about seven o'clock and dusk was settling in. As I drove my left hand slowly traced the outline of my pussy. I saw a park and turned in. It was big. The slow drive leading to the parking lot took about a minute. I passed soccer fields, baseball diamonds and a playground. The parking lot itself was empty.

I left my purse and my keys in my car. I figured I was better off to leave the car unlocked than to take my keys with me. There was a paved path and I followed it. Ahead, over a little rise, I could hear the sound of skateboards grinding and banging away.

This got me scared. I had never considered what would happen if I ran into young kids—getting used by a twenty year old was one thing, but what would happen if I ran into a fifteen year old? I guess these are cases where reality invades my fantasy life and forces me to recognize that I do actually have limits on these adventures. I would not play with children, under any circumstances.

In a strange way, by acknowledging my own hand in things, I felt even more debased. It wasn't really an addiction that I had no control over. I did have some control and I was giving in anyway. I really was a whore.

As I gained the rise I could see a group of six guys hanging around the skatepark. Strangely, they all seemed about my age. Five of them were watching one guy as he tried to jump up on what looked like a concrete table. It was about two feet high. The guy missed. I kept walking towards them. My top was open. My legs were bare. My hair was messy. The guys stopped as I approached. I walked up to the table, knelt down and leaned over it, pressing my breasts onto the rough, cool surface. My head hung over the edge in submission. I closed my eyes and waited.

Nobody moved.

My heart was racing. My quick breaths pushed my tits into the concrete. I could feel a breeze on my pussy. I wasn't sure if my short skirt was covering it up or not. My knees were uncomfortable. I lifted them off the ground, and of their own accord they spread apart wider. My heels popped out of my pumps as I pushed with my feet to take the pressure off my knees. 

I waited. My fingers were spread flat against the concrete. I didn't move. My pussy throbbed. I wanted to reach back and pull my ass apart. But I waited.

After a few seconds, I started to hear feet shuffling. I couldn't see anything by the concrete in front of me. The men moved around and stood behind me. No one said anything. I don't know what they were thinking. I was trying my best not to think.

I heard a giggle, and then I felt a hand on my bare ass. It just stayed there for a moment and then it started to squeeze and kneed my ass cheek. My skirt was lifted up and a second hand pulled my ass apart. I moaned and pushed back, forcing my cheeks apart further.

Then I felt a finger push directly into me. It caught a little, but I was wet enough that it slid right in. I felt another finger tease my clit. I started to buck against the fingers. More hands pulled at me. Pulling at my legs and my arms. I was gently made to roll over. I looked up and saw six men looking down at me with a mixture of lust and trepidation. They weren't really sure what to do. I knew it would only be a little while longer before the dam broke and they lost themselves in my body. I made eye contact and then my head relaxed and hung over the edge. I could no longer see the men. I felt like I was offering my neck, and the rest of me, up for sacrifice.

Two guys held my legs apart, stroking them. One of my shoes had fallen off. A third guy was between my legs. He kept fingering me and rubbing my clit. The other three guys stood watching. 

Then one of the watchers walked around the table and stood at my shoulder. My hand immediately snaked out to rub his cock through his baggy shorts. My hand slipped easily up the leg of his shorts, through his boxers and took hold of his hard cock. In an instant my other hand was stroking the second watcher's cock. 

The ice was broken.

The one guy at my leg rubbed my foot against his crotch. My toes curled, trying to pleasure his shaft. He slid my foot inside his shorts and continued to masturbate himself with me. The other guy slid off my shoe and did the same. I felt the fingers leave my pussy and clit. In a moment I felt a cock push inside me. It started to thrust fast and hard.

The final guy walked around to stand at my head. I squatted down a little and his crotch nuzzled my chin. In a flash his shorts were off. He guided his cock into my yawning mouth. My tongue reached out to greet him. He pushed in deep and the back of my head hit the unforgiving concrete. He didn't notice. He kept pumping.

I took him.

My body took both of them. It took them easily. The other four gyrated against my hands and feet. I hoped that they would last long enough to get inside me too. Although I loved the feel of the four cocks against my skin—both my palms and my soles are very sensitive. I could feel the hardness and the expectancy in those four cocks. I wanted them. I wanted their come.

The guy fucking me grabbed both of my breasts. I couldn't see him, but I knew it was him by the way his squeezes matched his thrusts. My moans encouraged him to work my breasts harder. Tears sprang from my eyes, both from the cock gagging me and the sharp pinches on my nipples. 

The guy fucking me started to come. He let go of my breasts and grunted as he dumped into me. As he pulled out the guy fucking my face leaned forward, put his hands on the top of the table on either side of my hips and pumped my face like an animal. It was a very uncomfortable position for me and it killed my building orgasm. I took his semen directly down my throat. As he finished I could feel his breath on my pussy. Then I felt a furtive little lick along my hole. Then the guy quickly stood up and stood aside.

One of the guys at my shoulder dropped his shorts and plunged down my throat. He was ready. He pumped me deep and fast. One of the foot guys jumped into my pussy. He was also chomping at the bit. My back hurt and my neck was killing me, but I was loving it. My body was taking these guys and it could handle more. I was totally in the moment. I was a mouth, a pussy, a foot, a hand. I was a thing to be fucked.




Addicted Ch. 02



Jasmine stared at the television, the words and pictures were nothing more than background noise, flashes of light. She hurt, physically and emotionally, stuck between longing and disgust for the way she still yearned for Kiran. Her body missed his touch, her lips cried out for his kisses, her ears strained to hear his voice and her eyes missed seeing his smile…and that fine body of his. She didn't even want to think about the pitiful way she smelled her coat because his scent lingered on it. She was addicted and she felt like a junky, fiending for her next fix of Kiran Odysseus Channing. 

Jasmine had left her job that day, the day her world as she knew it came crashing down, and drove straight to the nicest, nearest hotel. She stopped in the hotel's gift shop, picking up essentials and buying a t-shirt and a pair of sweats with the hotel's logo on them to hang out in. There was no way she was throwing a pity party dressed in a designer suit. 

She knew instinctively that Kiran was waiting for her at her house, mostly because he wasn't waiting outside by her car when she exited the building. So, she had taken a week off and planned to spend the entirety of it at the four star hotel, wrapped in a blanket and mindlessly watching TV soap operas. Her life felt like one at the moment, so she could relate.

If she could just walk away from them, her best friend and the man that she had fallen for, it would have been so much easier. But, she couldn't. Candace had been there for her through thick and thin, and as much as she wanted to be mad at her, she couldn't stay that way for long. She was closer to her than a sister, and that kind of deep bond was not easily ignored or forgotten.

And Kiran…well, he had been so wonderful, taking her out and catering to her every whim, sharing himself with her. Then again, the issue raised its ugly head. He hadn't shared himself with her, had he? The knowledge that they were vampires had stopped bothering her after the first two nights of contemplation. It was the fact that they had hid it from her, and for so long, that kept her holed up in the hotel room. 

The feelings of betrayal wrapped around her heart, the tears that she wept over her friendship and lost love were almost unbearable. She thought she could handle anything, but this was too much. It hurt, not being trusted after putting all of her trust in those two. After a couple days of remorse, she chided herself for being so weak and decided to move past the tears. So, instead of crying, she sulked in the confines of her hotel room, ordering room service and consoling herself with a gallon of ice cream. 

Jasmine tried to focus on the television, but the restless sleep that had plagued her that week was finally catching up to her. She had just drifted off when the jingle of her cell phone woke her. She was disoriented enough to grab the phone off the bedside table and answer it without looking at the caller ID. 

"'lo?"

"Jasmine Antoinette Ward! Where in the hell are you?" 

"Candace?" 

"What the hell, Jazzy? You scared the crap out of me, disappearing like that. Apparently, it's bad for the baby when I'm stressed out for an entire week because my best friend is AWOL. And it's also bad for the baby when I try to beat the immortal out of Kody while he's trying to give me an exam. You owe me and your namesake one hell of an apology. Now, where are you?"

Jasmine debated whether or not to just come out and say what she was thinking. But, her need for honesty at the moment spurred her on. "You're a vampire."

"Yes," Candace breathed. 

"Why…" 

"Why didn't I tell you?"

"Well, yeah."

"How much has Kody told you?" 

"He's told me that all of you are vampires."

"Yes we are. Now, what did he say concerning your relationship?"

"Just that he wanted to spend the rest of time loving me. That I was his everything…that I was his mate," Jasmine admitted, feeling her heart swell as she thought of Kiran and the way he made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world.

"Well… It seems like most of it is out there, so it can't hurt to tell you. Peter explained it to me this way. When a vampire takes a mate that is not a vampire, it is his responsibility to tell his mate about himself. It's kind of a way for the couple to establish a strong, trusting bond that will last for ages, like their love."

"What do you mean?"

"The vampire is exposed to great peril by revealing himself, but he opens up and trusts his mate not to tell anyone. His mate needs to believe him, first. Then, she is allowed to choose between returning to her old life and making a new start with her mate. And so, she takes a huge leap of faith when he asks to turn her and she agrees. She has to trust him with her life." 

"Hmmm." 

"I wanted to tell you so badly when Peter changed me…but I had the dream that showed me that your mate was one of Peter's relatives. When I told Peter about it, he told me that I had to keep things to myself until you were properly informed."

"Why? We're best friends and I wouldn't have told anyone," Jasmine stated, feeling slightly indignant. 

"It's against the rules to tell a human about the existence of vampires when that person is to be mated with another vamp. Because it's such an intimate and giving act, it should only be shared by those who are pledging their lives to each other. Dreams and premonitions prevent others from letting it slip too soon. Those dumb bitches ruined that moment for you and Kody, and for that, I will never forgive them." 

Jasmine chuckled. "So what happened to them, if it's against the rules?" 

"The head of the family is supposed to deal with the breaking of rules. Their mother is in charge of discipline in their family and she saw fit to relegate those three to silence. They can't talk for the next year or so." 

"How does that work?" 

"Their voices are gone. Their mom touched each of their mouths and muttered something…now they are mostly relying on sign language and note writing to communicate. One of them is telepathic though, so she can project her thoughts. If it were up to me, I would have ripped their tongues out." 

"Seriously? Their mom can do that?"

"Seriously. I thought my momma was scary, but Mrs. Philippa A. Channing is also a force to be reckoned with."

"She's that tough and she spawned the three bitches?" 

"She blames the vamp boarding school that her husband talked her into. She said they went there and came back totally different. Nothing is good enough for them now and they seem to get off on causing other people heartache." 

"I see. Note to self, don't let Kiran send our kids there." 

"So, you're warming back up to Kiran, huh?" Jasmine could hear Candace's smile over the phone.

"Shut up. I may still be carrying a torch for him, but that doesn't mean I don't feel betrayed." 

"Well, word on the street is that he had something big planned. He wanted to wait 'til then to divulge. So, don't hold it against him. Just think, this is the vampire equivalent of proposing. It's huge and Kody isn't the type to just drop it on the first date. And he's not the type to bite and then explain, which was Peter's way of doing things."

"So you didn't have a choice?" Jasmine was intrigued.

"Apparently, Peter asked me if I wanted to be his for eternity while he was in the middle of giving it to me so fucking good. I yell out 'yes, yes, yes' and he bites me. Talk about an intimate moment. I gave him hell when I came to, but even if he had sat me down, I would have said yes. I was attracted to him the instant I rolled down my window and I loved him the moment his mouth met my vajay-jay." 

"Too much information!" 

"Like you haven't heard it before." 

"True, but that doesn't mean I want to keep hearing about Peter's face in your muff, Candy. Wait, what was that about after you came to? 'Came to' as in you passed out during sex?"

"He's that good, Jazzy. What can I say? That's probably why I put up with his ass. He's lucky I liked the fact that he was so caught up in loving me, he couldn't control himself."

"Very lucky." 

"Does this mean you're going to be in my wedding? I would die if my maid of honor and BFF ditched me." 

"Well, I shouldn't, just to get you back for that whole sexy dress fiasco that started all of this, but, I love you and I would never ditch you…even if I was pissed off at you. I had thought about it this week and I decided that I would have shown up next week, I just wouldn't have spoken to you and I would have staked Kiran before he got the chance to say anything to me." 

"So aren't you even going to ask about him?"

"No."

"Jasmine, you're going to have to face him sometime. He's not going to give up on you easily." 

"That doesn't mean I want to talk about him anymore or that I care enough to ask." 

"Well, if I was you, I would at least want to know…"

"Fine, fine. Where is Kiran and did he put you up to this?" 

"On his way to you and yes. He has been tracking you for a while, but when you picked up your phone, he had your location pinpointed. Technology these days…insane. He's probably going to rip off whatever you have on and show you just what it means to be his mate. I suggest you just get naked because he's not going to have that much patience or control."

"Ohh…that sounds sexy."

"I bet. Wear him out, girl."

"That's only if I decide to give him another chance. I don't know if you've forgotten, but he's a vampire." 

"So am I and I'm not any different than I was before. Well, I guess I was knocked up the next time we spoke and I had fangs, so physically, I was different. But other than that, nothing changed."

"Everything changed! You found someone that you wanted to spend your life with. You wanted to move in with him and have his babies! You found the life that you wanted to live, the path you wanted to travel, and I have none of that. We used to hang out and lament that love had passed us by and now I'm the only sad sap around." 

"What are you talking about? Kody loves you and you love him. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. He wants you to have his babies and from the sound of things, you want that too. You path is laid out before you…you're at a crossroads and you have a choice to make. Do you want to spend your life regretting what could have been or will you take that leap and letting Kody catch you?"

Jasmine sighed, letting the weight of Candace's words settle in her mind. "I'm scared, Candy." 

"I know, but you're my BFF and I wouldn't steer you wrong. I want to see you happy. This is fate, it was meant to be, or I wouldn't have been dreaming about you two."

"I suppose."

"Listen to your heart. Your mind might try to convince you that it won't work and that you're too different, but let your love for him be your guide. He's still that same guy you fell for, there's just a little more to him than you first thought. Trust him. That's all it takes. The rest will work itself out." 

"Candy, what would I do without you?"

"Apparently, you would run off, sit somewhere and sulk." 

"I'm sorry for disappearing like that. It was a lot, you know?" 

"I know. Which is the only reason I'm letting you off the hook."

Jasmine heard the low growl, followed by a short knock at her door and she knew exactly who was there from the way her panties soaked through. "Looks like I've got company." 

"Don't make him break the door down. Talk to you later!" 

"Bye." 

As soon as her cell phone snapped shut, the knocking began in earnest. She unwrapped herself from the blanket and padded to the door in her sock feet. She barely had time to open the door before Kiran was in the room, grabbing her by the upper arms and planting a long, sensuous kiss on her lips.

"Mine," he mumbled in between his scorching kisses. 

"Kiran," Jasmine responded breathlessly. 

Jasmine barely registered the sound of the door clicking closed or the lock being turned. All she could think about was how much she missed Kiran's lips upon her own. She knew he was walking her backwards toward the bed. And when he lifted her and placed her in the center of it without breaking their kiss, she felt her pussy cream.

After a few more minutes of branding her lips with his kisses, Kiran broke away. "My own, I am truly sorry for the way you found out about me. I wanted to…I had something planned for Valentine's Day. I thought the day that is used to celebrate love would be the perfect day to tell you what you mean to me. I want to be with you for as long as I live, and believe me, that is a very long time." 

"Kiran, it's going to take more than that…" 

"I love you, Jasmine Antoinette Ward. You are my lovely treasure, my queen, and I will show you what it means to be loved. You will never want for anything that is in my power to give to you, I promise. All I ask is that you will be mine, forever." 

Jasmine closed her eyes, letting the fullness of her heart warm her. He had said the words that she had longed to hear from him since their first date, maybe even before that. He had told her before that he wanted to spend his life with her, that he was playing for keeps, but even those words, spoken so long ago, carried more meaning at that moment. 

Her eyes opened and she looked into the depths of those swirling blue orbs and knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was meant to be with the devastatingly handsome redheaded man that lay next to her. This was the moment that Candace has spoken of, the one she almost allowed to be stolen from her, and she could be nothing but grateful that Kiran had not given up on her. 

"I love you, Kiran Odysseus Channing. I love you so damn much. I…I will be yours, but only if you'll be mine." 

Kiran's grin exploded across his face, but Jasmine barely got to see it before he was back, feasting on her lips once more. He pulled back slightly, allowing her a moment to catch her breath.

"Lovely treasure, huh?" Jasmine teased.

"Very lovely, always mine. Only mine." 

"You're sounding kind of possessive there, Kiran." 

"Possessive very." And with that he began to plant kisses down her neck, his lips coming to rest on her pulse. 

"Kiran?" 

He heard the slight tremor in her voice. She was still nervous, he knew, but he would put all her fears to rest soon. "Not yet, lovely. Valentine's Day will be the day that I make you mine for all time." 

"Oh, okay. But if you want to…you know, take a sip, I'd let you." 

"You want me to feed from you, my own?" 

"Only if you want to. I mean, if you're hungry or something." 

"Oh I'm hungry, my mate, but not only for your blood. This body that you insist on teasing me with makes me very, very…hungry." 

Jasmine squealed as Kiran attacked her shirt, tearing it from her body. Her breasts fell free because she hadn't bothered to put on a bra that day. Kiran dropped down, grabbing a breast in each hand and lapping at each nipple alternatively. "Will you come just from this, lovely? Or do you need more?"

Jasmine glared down at him, nearly moaning at the wild look in his eyes. He was hungry alright and she knew exactly what she wanted to feed him. "I need more." 

"What do you need?" 

"You. You eating me until I explode." 

Kiran laughed darkly. "Such dirty words coming from such a pretty mouth. Let's see if I can't put that mouth to better use." 

He ripped the sweatpants from her body and smiled. "No panties? Lovely."

Kiran returned to licking her nipple while his fingers stroked her sopping wet mound. He kept his touch light, chuckling at the way Jasmine lifted her hips under him, searching for more contact.

"Stop teasing me! Eat my fucking pussy, Kiran." 

Kiran loved the way she spoke to him, her tone just this side of commanding. Maybe one day they would play that game. He had no doubt that the strong, sensual woman that stood before him could make him beg and take him to places he only dreamed about. Fuck, he was so in love with her. "No." 

Jasmine frowned. Kiran laughed again as he stood, quickly stripping. His naked form crawled over hers, his legs straddling her body, until his cock was lined up with Jasmine's mouth. 

"Open those pretty lips for me, love." 

Jasmine looked as if she was going to protest, but the moment he slipped a hand behind him and began to stroke her pussy again, this time rubbing against her clit at a rapid pace, her complaints were forgotten. Her mouth opened and Kiran pressed his cock forward. 

He closed his eyes tightly when he felt her tongue pressing against his rod. He let her love him with her lips, her hands, and her tongue for a minute more before he pulled back, turned around and positioned himself above her pussy. Kiran buried his face in her dripping wet snatch and moaned as she started working his cock in earnest. Their first 69, but not the last, he decided as he dipped his tongue into her hole.

He moaned deeply against her pussy. His tongue was buried inside of her as far as he could manage and though she couldn't quite take his entire cock, the amount she had down her throat was impressive, more than anyone before her. And then he felt it, something constricting tightly around his member. She was using her throat to massage him, milk him of his cum. 

"Shit, baby. Oh god, I'm so close," Kiran whispered against her mound. 

She heard him though and sucked him down faster, using her tongue to lick up and down his shaft. His whimpers, deep and soft, urged her closer to her own precipice. It was so fucking sexy, the sounds he made. She had pulled back and wrapped her tongue around the head of his dick, teasing the underside with measured licks, when he began humping her mouth in earnest. Her mouth was filled with his cream as he exploded, practically roaring her name. She swallowed most of it, licking her lips to gather the cum that had escaped. Kiran was tasty. 

Once he recovered, Kiran pressed his face against her again, lapping at her prominent clit and using his fingers to stroke the spot inside of her that he knew would bring her closer to completion. She pressed against him, feeling his torso against hers, his skin, slick with sweat. She needed more, something to push her over the edge. He pressed a kiss to her thigh and then sunk his teeth in, biting her and drinking of her sweetness. 

It was exactly what she needed, the sharp pain and overwhelming pleasure. She came suddenly, her juices overflowing and running down her leg. Kiran left her thigh to lap up her essence, sighing at the combined taste of her blood and her cum in his mouth. If he hadn't already cum, he would have been sorely tempted to explode on the spot the moment his tastebuds processed her sweet ambrosia. 

He flipped around, pulling Jasmine's prone form to his own, snuggling as close as he could. 

"You're lucky I like you, Kiran."

"No, my own, I am lucky that you love me as I love you." 

Kiran cradled his love and watched as sleep claimed her. His woman was so perfect for him and he was so glad that he had been able to convince her to come back to him. He might have come in and seduced her with his kisses, but he knew Jasmine well enough to understand that the fact that she had even let him in, allowed his lips to meet hers more than once meant that she had forgiven him. Otherwise, she would have found a way to maim him before he even set foot inside of he room. 

He released a breath and huddled closer to her soft body. She had been away for long enough and he intended to keep her by his side from that moment on. As he laid next to his love, he felt a niggling feeling in the back of his mind. He focused on that feeling, recognizing it as his twin brother's attempt to contact him. 




Addicted Ch. 02



"Brother, if you want to know about her, just ask," Kiran projected. 

He felt his brother's answering chuckle in his mind. "Congratulations, my twin on finding your mate." 

"I thank you, my brother. And how goes your search?" 

"You know damn well that I am not looking for a mate. I prefer to live alone, thank you." 

"Kyan, we both know that is a lie, but I'll let it slide for now." 

"Well, thank you for that, Kody. I don't want to talk about my love life, I came here to pry into yours." 

"You've come?" 

"Many times, but that's not really your business." 

"Be serious, Kyan. Are you close?"

"You should know the answer to that question. But I suppose that you have been too engrossed in finding your woman to notice." 

Kiran focused on his brother and immediately knew where he was. It was a perk that he shared as a twin, he always knew where his brother was and he was never alone. His brother was always a thought away. 

"You're at mom's? Why didn't you come to my house?" Kiran questioned.

"You were preoccupied. I didn't want to get in the way of your search…or incur your wrath." 

Kiran chuckled. "I could have used your keen senses to track Jasmine down."

"I think she needed the time to herself. She had to process a lot of information. It would take most humans more than a week to deal with it. Your lady must be strong." 

"Strong and beautiful, inside and out. From her angelic face to the round curves of her body, to her strong spirit and that 'take-no-crap' attitude she has, she is perfect for me."

"Sounds like a gem." 

"She is my treasure. Anyway, what brings you here?"

"I came for the wedding." 

"You did not. You don't even get along with Peter most of the time." 

"Fine. Strip me of my excuses. I came to see your mate. I want to meet the woman that brought you to your knees." 

Kiran searched his brother's mind, knowing that there was something that he was leaving out. "You think she'll lead you to your mate?" 

"I know she will. I've seen it in a dream. But, it won't happen just yet…unless you've already impregnated her. She's pretty round with child in my dream. Or should I say round with children, the poor girl." 

"Poor girl?"

"I know you haven't told her that multiple births run very thick in our branch of the family tree yet. She should have that knowledge before she mated with you fully." 

"I know. I'll tell her everything when she wakes." 

"What have you told her so far?" 

"Well, as of right now, all she knows is that I'm a vampire, she's my mate, and I'm a horny bastard. There was very little talking once I found her." 

Kyan's laughter floated through his mind. "That does sound like you, Kody. Well, I'm glad you found her, brother. I look forward to meeting her." 

"Well, if my happiness is linked to yours, I am only sorry that I didn't find her sooner." 

Kyan's joy at the statement was evident. That was why he loved his twin, always giving and caring about others before himself. "I will see you soon, brother." 

"Likewise, Kyan."

Kiran sighed, breaking the connection with his brother. He was glad that his twin had come to town to meet his love and that his brother's own mate was going to be found sometime soon. Well, that was if he could convince Jasmine to be his for all time and have his little vampire babies.



Addicted Ch. 02



I played the part of the good wife and took Josh to the airport. I even gave him a passionate goodbye kiss. But my heart was longing for Elijah. For the next two days I fucked myself silly with the medium dildo and then finally managed to get the large one into my pussy. It hurt so good. I knew I had to learn to accommodate this one before Elijah would bless me with another attempt to fuck me. After two days of driving myself insane with the large dildo, it was time. I texted Elijah and told him I was finally ready for him. He returned my message saying he was tied up for a couple of days with business. That was a problem. Joshua would be coming home soon and I needed to be serviced by Elijah.

I let my displeasure be known to Elijah. I told him of my situation schedule wise and he didn't seem concerned. He was much more concerned that I wasn't ready to take his cock and that he would be wasting his time. I assured him in no uncertain terms that I was ready to fuck no matter how much it hurt. He seemed to like that. But he didn't relent on his schedule. He said we would just have to wait until Josh got back. He asked if I would go back to the same sleazy motel. I told him I would, but if he could get free in the next two days he could have me in my nice comfortable house. He didn't commit, but I got the impression he liked that idea.

I was on pins and needles for the next two days. Josh would be home tomorrow morning and while fucking the large dildo was keeping my lust at bay, it was not as satisfying as I knew Elijah would be. I prayed he would clear his schedule and fuck me before my husband came home. But alas, I went to bed that night alone, sore from the dildo and still in need of sexual satisfaction. Then about 2am I woke to the sound of my phone chirping. At first I thought something bad must have happened to Josh. Then I remembered he was three hours behind me time zone wise so it was only 11pm his time. He was probably drunk texting me I mused. Maybe we could have phone sex I theorized as a way to get a little satisfaction. When I checked the phone however, I was shocked that it was Elijah. It was a simple message. "Done with work early. What's your address?"

I immediately replied with my address before thinking about what he might do where 2am is finishing early. But I quickly put that thought out of my mind and starting preparing for his arrival. I started by making the bed and then put on my sexiest nightie, stockings and 4" heels. My phone chirped again with a request to snap a selfie. I thought that was weird since he knew what I looked like, but I did as he asked. Using my favorite full body mirror in the bathroom (it was my favorite because I could mount the dildo at just the right height) I took a picture with one leg forward to show the stocking peeking out of the nightie. He responded, "Beautiful. But tart up your makeup. Be there in 10 minutes."

I had not considered putting on makeup. I hardly put any thought into the nightie because I figured I wouldn't be wearing it very long. But I knew how he liked my face painted, so in a near panic due to lack of time, I quickly applied dark eyeliner, did my lashes, put rouge on and finally added the fire engine red lipstick I knew he drove him crazy at the motel. Looking in the mirror just as the doorbell rang I knew I had transformed myself successfully from lonely housewife back to horny slut again. My look wasn't as obvious as when I wore the maid's costume to the motel, but I felt dirtier this time because I'd been working so hard to stretch my pussy for him. My anticipation was sky high as I opened the door.

Elijah walked confidently through the door. After I shut it and walked over to him he looked me up and down, apparently appreciative of what he saw. I felt all tingly waiting for his first instruction. I'd never been that way with a man before. I'd usually initiated and directed the action. But with him, I wanted to please him and was happy to do as he instructed. 

"I know it's late, but I was working," were the first words out of his mouth. "I also know you are desperate to get fucked before your husband gets home."

I could only nod as he correctly assessed the situation. He asked me for a glass of water and followed me into the kitchen. As I was facing the counter pouring the water from a bottle, I felt him press up against me and felt his hands reach around me and grab my breasts through the flimsy nighty. My body went rigid at first and then almost limp as I surrendered to his touch. His right hand then released my breasts and slid down my tummy and into my panties.

"Have you been a good girl and fucking yourself with your dildos?" he cooed into my ears.

"Oh yes I have," I said throatily in response. "I'm ready for you."

"I hope so," he replied. "I'll waste no more time on you if you fail me now."

Then he added, "Your pussy seems ready," in reaction to feeling how wet with anticipation I had become. I pushed my ass back against him. He then dropped my left breasts and used both hands to slide my panties off. Then he pushed me over the counter. He left my nightie on.

I could tell he took a step back and I heard him removing his pants. I wiggled my ass at him, although I held my bent over position. I could sense he moved back behind me and I felt his cock slap across my right buttock. I could tell he wasn't at full erection. I would have gladly sucked him to help him along, but apparently his alternately hitting my ass with his dick and sliding the head along my labia was what he needed to arouse himself. Finally instead of teasing my pussy lips he pushed his bulbous head inside of me. I gasped. I'd felt the head before, but it felt bigger this time. Even with my training, I began to get nervous.

"There's no going back this time," he warned me. I responded by thrusting my butt backwards quickly taking a few more inches. He was wider than the large dildo so I probably should have gone slower, but my lust had built too much the last couple of weeks to think rationally. I just called out to him to "Fuck me like you own me." I'm not even sure where that phrase came from, but it seemed appropriate at the time.

I felt him push forward. Thankfully he had experience breaking in women before because he took his time and allowed me to dilate the last little bit beyond the large dildo that I needed to take him inside of him. When finally his girth was secure, he pushed in his last couple of inches until I had taken him all. He congratulated me for being a "Nasty girl who could take a foot of cock." That gave me a perverse feeling of pleasure. Then I felt him sliding back out. 

Even before his cockhead was at the end of my love canal, I started feeling empty. Then he started pushing back into me. I still struggled to stretch and accommodate him, but it was easier this time. And easier still the third, four and fifth times he repeated the cycle. "That's it baby," he said forcefully. "Take that black cock. You know you crave it." My first orgasm started on his sixth stroke right after he spoke those words. I had told him to fuck me like he owned me and I really felt like his possession at that moment.

I'm sure he felt my pussy gush on him and he started fucking me harder. I knew I was going to be sore when I had to get up to go to the airport in a few hours, but I didn't care. I was finally getting the pummeling I'd visualized as I submissively remained bent over the counter and Elijah took what he wanted from my body. I imagined him in my tight asshole as he destroyed my cunt. He'd warned me that would be next. My body squeezed my browneye reflexively when I thought of that even though he had not touched it. I think Elijah felt that around his cock as well because he said my pussy was grabbing him like a glove. I'd never been a proponent of Kegel exercises but I suddenly realized I was going to have to start working out those muscles if I was going to see Elijah on a regular basis. Actually, I don't think there really was any if about that. I was going to see him as often as I could. 

The full feeling he was giving me was everything I dreamed it would be and more. After my first orgasm, I came again in short order. He wasn't even touching my clit. Usually I needed fingers or a vibe on my clit to orgasm. Just penetration was rarely enough. But then Elijah was giving me more than just penetration. He had effectively controlled my sexual mind better than any lover I ever had as well. I almost felt scared to touch my clit thinking it might put me on overload. And still Elijah kept pounding away.

Howls of pleasure bounced off every surface of kitchen. I was not quiet. I was glad we were in my house because I bet everyone at the motel would have heard my screams of ecstasy. But I didn't care. I was not self-conscious at all. Usually I would be worried, at least a little, about how I looked or whether I was reacting the way Josh wanted, but with Elijah I was running on pure sexual instinct. It didn't matter how I looked spread out and bent over before him. I sure my pose was less than flattering. It didn't matter that I was louder than I ever had been in my life moaning and screaming for him to "Fuck me harder," and to "Tear me up!" I didn't care that he was probably injuring my pussy or the consequences to my marriage if Josh figured out what I was doing. No, the only thing that mattered in that moment was the foot of Alabama Black Snake, as Elijah had called himself at our first meeting, filling my pussy over and over again. 

I lost track of how many orgasms I had before he finally pulled out, spun me down to my knees and unloaded a torrent of cum onto my face. It felt wonderful that I'd pleased him enough to cum so hard. Of course I had to clean his cock when he was done. He also suggested (ordered) me to rub my clit while I sucked his dick. Needless to say I came again before I let his slightly deflated cock leave my mouth. The mix of his cum and my juices was the tastiest treat I ever had. I didn't want it to end. But of course it did. 

Satisfied that I had cleaned him to his previous specifications, he popped his cock out of my mouth and retrieved his pants. I remained kneeling on the floor fingering my clit. His cum was dripping off my face and starting to dry. But I didn't wipe it off. I knew I would let it dry on me as I tried to sleep so I could smell him all night. 

Once Elijah had his pants on, he thanked me for the fuck and the "great pussy" and headed toward the door. There was none of the relational bullshit I had assumed would happen if I ever had an affair. I was just a wet cunt to fuck and a skilled mouth to him and I realized I was OK with that. I'd gotten what I wanted from his visit and he'd taken his pleasure as well. I stood up, turned out the lights and headed for the bedroom. Already I felt sore and certainly I felt empty. Society norms should have told me to be mad at being used essentially as a sex toy. But society hadn't just had the fuck of her life. I wasn't sure if Elijah would call me again or if his deal was to just seduce and break tiny white women. Certainly I wanted him to call and if he did, I would be ready for him anywhere at any time. But if he didn't, that was OK too. He'd already given me more than I could have ever hoped for by cheating on my husband. As I lay in bed trying to fall asleep I amended that thought. It wasn't OK if he didn't call again. Now that I'd had him, I had to have him again. And if he wanted me to stretch my ass the way I saw in the videos and the way I'd stretched my pussy, then so be it. I'd do whatever I had to do just to slurp him down my throat again and come over and over on his cock.

I only got to sleep a couple hours before I had to get up and make myself presentable for my husband. I purposely had not washed Elijah's scent off me the night before so I could fall asleep smelling his musk and feeling his dried cum on my face. But staying that way was hardly a good idea when I went to pick up Josh from the airport. I wished that I didn't have to wash away the physical evidence of my affair, but I did. I then dressed casually with a minimal amount of makeup to go meet my husband. Gone was the whore-like eye-liner and lipstick. I was back into good wife mode, albeit still sore from the waste down. I was hoping Josh would not want to be romantic until I had time to recover. Fortunately he wanted to go right to the office to put some contracts together. Apparently the trip was very successful.

Over the next couple weeks I was intimate with Josh and he didn't seem to notice anything different about me. Maybe it was all in my head. His performance in bed was typical for him, meaning in the past I would have considered it satisfactory, but now that I had experienced what a real man could do, Josh was pretty lame. Elijah had not called or texted and I was worried he had given up on me. I spent my days fantasizing about him and stretching my asshole the same way I had done with my pussy. I always got myself off good, but not as good as he had done. I did learn to really enjoy having the plug in my ass and now when I masturbated, I had to be stuffed from behind to have a good climax. I constantly thought about how to convince Josh to fuck my back door. 

Then fortune smiled and Josh scheduled a couple days out of town on short notice. I immediately texted Elijah. I was sure he would want to fuck my ass. But of course he didn't answer.

I told him Josh would be gone for two nights and that I wanted him to come over anytime those two days. I told him to tell me when he could see me, day or night, and that I would make myself available. I didn't tell him I probably would just be sitting at home masturbating praying he showed up. He probably assumed that anyway. The first day sans Josh passed without a word. I was devastated. Then the next morning and afternoon ticked slowly by still without any message. I'd almost given up hope when my phone chirped at 8pm.

"I'll be by later. Get showered, shaved and made up."

My pussy flooded as I read the message. I didn't know how long I had to prepare, but at least it was more than the 10 minutes he gave me last time I assumed. I got ready as fast as I could, within reason, taking longer to do my make-up. I also picked a sexy Victoria Secret ensemble to wear for him. Of course stockings and heels were included because I know how much he liked them. Ready for my lover, I went and sat on the couch. And I waited. And I waited some more. Damn he knew how to frustrate me. Finally at 11 my phone chirped again.

"I am on my way. Unlock your front door. Find something to blindfold yourself. Kneel in the middle of the living room facing the door. If I don't find you like this, I'm turning around."

What the fuck? I wasn't sure why he would ask me to do this. But I didn't hesitate either. I had a sleep mask to block out light to sleep during the day. I figured that would work. I hurried to the bedroom and retrieved it. I figured he had given me a 10-minute warning like last time so I quickly went back to the living room and knelt down. I felt excited as I took my own sight away. I'd never had sex while blindfolded or tried the other kinky things I'd read about, but kneeling in the darkness I became very aware of every sound in my house and every nerve ending in my body feeling more acute. I had read that when one of your senses is removed, the others become more sensitive to compensate. I started feeling that as I waited. Of course my primary sense was arousal and smelling how happy my pussy had become. I was very aware of that. What I wasn't aware of was time. I don't know how long I waited on my knees for him to arrive. It was much longer than 10 minutes. I knew that.

I theorized it was a test to see if I was stay in position. I even thought that maybe Elijah was standing on my porch looking in the window watching me. But then I decided he was smart enough not to get caught in this neighborhood peeking in the windows of a white woman. My body was aching for his touch and mercifully I finally heard the door creak open.

"Thanks for coming to take care of me, Elijah," I told him. He didn't respond. I could hear his footsteps circling me. Then I sensed him kneeling behind me and heard him whisper in my ear. "You have done well, pet."

Being called pet sent a shiver through my body. Then he asked, "Do you trust me?" I nodded.

I felt his hands on my shoulders firmly rubbing them. Then I felt his hands slide down to my breasts, which he briefly cupped while squeezing my nipples. I tossed my head back and whimpered to let him know I was enjoying his touch. Then he released my breasts and went back to my shoulders where he drew down the spaghetti straps holding up the sexy little teddy I was wearing. He told me to play with my newly exposed nipples while I felt him reach down to my simmering pussy. I had been wet since I got his first message. I thrust my hips forward as his fingers grazed over my damp thong. But he didn't take the bait. At least not yet.

Instead of playing with my pussy, he reached back up and covered my hands with his own. He squeezed my hands causing me to squeeze my breasts. It was a unique sensation and one that I enjoyed very much. Immediately I wondered what it would feel like if he forced my hand to masturbate myself. Would I fell like I was doing it myself or would I get the same thrill as when he did it to me? I didn't get the chance to find out. After just 20 or 30 seconds of breast play, he pulled my hands away and bent my arms behind my back. At first I just thought this was a game. But of course Elijah has reasons for everything. Before I realized what was happening, I felt the cold steel of a handcuff encircling my left wrist and snapping shut. I did resist with my right arm, but Elijah grip suddenly became iron-like and there was no way I could pull free. Quickly my right wrist was trapped like my left. Elijah released my arms and I twisted back and forth attempting to get free, although there was no chance that was going to happen until Elijah unlocked the cuffs. I was trapped.

With my hands secured, I did the next best thing I could. I tossed my head back and forth. Fortunately my sleep mask did not hold tight and soon fell off. My first vision of Elijah was of him laughing at me.

"I told you I was going to give you what you need, pet," he repeated. "Why all the struggles?"

"This isn't what I signed up for," I scolded him.

"Trust me," he said ignoring my pleas for release.

I picked me up off the floor like I weighed nothing and sat me on the couch. Then he tore off my thong and finally began rubbing my clit. Of course my body responded to his use of force even if my mind was rebelling. I tried to fight the raw pleasure his fingers were bringing me, but it was a losing battle. I was quickly becoming a swampy mess and I could see he was getting hard in his pants. If my arms were free I would have unzipped him without wasting any time. But secured as I was, I couldn't do that. I had to wait on his schedule and right then, the schedule was for me to get fingered and teased.

After a few minutes Elijah asked if I was ready to play. Of course I said yes. I figured he would release my arms at that point so I could really go to work on his cock. Instead I saw him walk over to a briefcase he had left by the door. He opened it up and I noticed a big vibrator, some leather cuffs and something else made of leather that Elijah picked up. Turning back to me he warned me that I wouldn't be able to get this hood off as easily as I did my mask. As he slid it over my head, I quickly understood why he was so confident. 

The hood slid around my head and zippered down the back securing it tightly. No amount of shaking would get it off. There was a built in nose opening so I could breath. Elijah warned me not to freak out though because I could hyperventilate. Initially I could see out of two eyeholes, but after the hood was secured, Elijah shut the holes with two leather patches that were buckled to the front. There was a similar hole over the mouth, only bigger. Elijah left that one open. I didn't have to guess why.




Addicted Ch. 02



I felt the couch cushions compress as he straddled me. Then I heard his zipper. I opened my mouth in anticipation and was soon rewarded with the head of his cock pushing into my mouth. He took it slow. He apparently didn't want to fuck my face this time. I'm sure he wanted to save himself for my pussy. Or even my ass. I had bragged to him how I thought I was ready for that tonight. I was nervous about that, of course, but Elijah had not steered me wrong yet and I was even starting to enjoy having my wrists cuffed behind my back. I always felt like a dirty whore with him and tonight was no exception. But my inability to move, or even see, made me feel less responsible. Since I couldn't defend myself, it wasn't my fault that I was gobbling down my illicit lover's cock. That feeling was intoxicating, but as I was about to learn, Elijah had more plans for me that evening.

In retrospect, I shouldn't have been surprised when my doorbell rang. After all, in the video booth I had told Elijah having two guys would be fun. But when I said that I had been caught up in the situation and not really thinking it would ever happen. That was naïve of me. Elijah didn't consult me whether it was ok. He just pulled his cock out of my mouth, grabbed me by the neck and pulled me off the couch and back to my knees on the floor. Then he said to me, "I'm trying to sign a new client and you're going to help. Just do as your told and you'll have a great time. I promise. I'll make sure you are safe."

I didn't like the sound of that, but I wasn't in a position to argue. He pushed his cock back into my mouth to make sure I didn't voice any opposition and then yelled out, "Come on in. It's open."

In my mind I pictured a friend of his walking in and being surprised to find me on my knees, restrained and sucking on Elijah's cock. But then again, maybe that was what Elijah told him to expect. The first words out of his friend's mouth confirmed this. "Damn, man, you were not kidding." Obviously Elijah had planned this encounter ahead of time. I started to think he probably told his friend that he could text me at any time day or night and I would drop everything to get his cock. He was right, of course, but it still wasn't right to offer me to his friend without asking. I was preparing to tell Elijah exactly that as I felt his cock pulling out of my mouth. But as I took a deep breath and prepared to speak, a different cock filled my mouth. This person also grabbed the back of my head to be sure I couldn't pull back. 

This guy was shorting in length that Elijah, but still pretty thick. His cock had an unwashed taste I wasn't thrilled with, but I assumed he didn't care. Truth be told, I didn't care that much either. I was starting to enjoy being treated like a fuck toy. After a few minutes of ministrations by my tongue, I felt him pull out for the final time. I assumed they were going to take turns fucking me now, but then another mystery cock pressed passed my lips. This guy was longer than friend one, but shorter than Elijah. His cock was also narrower than both the guys but he tasted better. I had three different cocks in my mouth in less than five minutes and I was comparing the relative merits of each and how to maximize the pleasure they could give me. Yes, my life really had been brought that low over the last month.

After just a minute or so, long enough to get guy #3 to full stature, Elijah announced, "It is time," and I felt a pair of hands helping me up. "Where's the lube I bought you?" Elijah asked me. I told him it was in the nightstand next to my bed. I knew he would find my vibe, the dildos and the plugs as well. I wondered if he would show his friends how I had been preparing myself. When he returned, he told Daniel (friend #1, guy #2 I would later learn) to bend me over. I felt strong hands lift me to a standing position and then push on my shoulders. I understood Elijah meant for me to bend at the waist so he could lube my asshole. There was no need to lube my pussy. Once I bent over, Daniel wasted no time in kicking my legs apart and then spreading my ass cheeks with his hands to make sure Elijah had easy access to my butt. I was more worried about who was going to take my anal cherry than actually losing it. Part of me wanted Elijah to do it because, well just because. But part of me wanted Daniel since he was the shortest cock in the group. Then again mystery man friend #2 (man #3), later referred to as Tobias, I would learn, was the narrowest cock of the group so maybe he would be better. In the end, I realized I thought too much. Whoever took me first was just fine.

Elijah was generous with the lube and I was thankful for that. Granted it was a little messy because his fingers could push not all of it inside of me. Some stayed in my ass crack and he wiped off the excess on my butt cheeks. But staying clean was hardly my focus right then. I loved the feeling of Elijah fingers in my butt as he moved the lube all around. It was much more intimate than the plugs I had grown accustomed to wearing. Finally he deemed I was ready. I felt Daniel stand me up again and then I was awkwardly pulled toward the cough. I could tell Daniel sat down. Another set of hands on my shoulders brought me to my knees again. I correctly theorized that Daniel needed a little more stimulation as I felt my head being pulled down.

I was thrilled that this position exposed my ass and wondered if it was going to be Elijah or Tobias to take me first. I wiggled my butt to inspire them. But instead of fucking my ass, I felt a couple fingers begin to rub against my pussy. Maybe they were going to lube their cock with my juices. That was pretty nasty I thought. But that wasn't the plan either. Instead I felt the handcuffs being removed. I was a little disappointed in that. But the hood stayed in place so I still couldn't see my partners. Then I remembered the cuffs in Elijah briefcase and wondered if I was about to be secured in a different way. But I was wrong again. Note to self. Don't worry. Be happy and go with the flow. Elijah knows what I need.

Soon after my wrists were freed, Daniel's hands lifted my head off his now very hard cock. I felt other hands spin me around and then I heard Elijah tell me to sit on him. He didn't need to tell me he really meant impale myself with my asshole around his cock. My free hands were helpful in bracing myself against his chest. It was my first touch of him other than his cock in my mouth. His chest was as rock solid as his cock. At least Elijah was sharing me with an athlete. Hopefully he could fuck as long as Elijah could. I felt Daniel spread my ass cheeks and help guide me until I was rubbing my asshole over his cockhead. I was tempted just to sit down hard, but I figured I should take my deflowering slowly just in case.

As it turned out, after all my training with the plugs, the physical act of taking a cock up my ass wasn't nearly as tough as I had imagined. There was pain at first, but pretty soon I found my own rhythm riding him and it started feeling very good. I had read that anal sex was a different kind of pleasure compared to vaginal penetration and that was right. It was a great sensation. I wished I had done this years ago. Then I felt a cock pressing against my pussy. I stopped bouncing on Daniel long enough to let cock two slide into my pussy. It was obviously Tobias. It was a nice cock, just not Elijah the destroyer so I was a little disappointed.

I admit I struggled with the men to find a good rhythm. It looks easy in pornos when a chick gets double fucked, but for a non profession, it took some time and experimentation before Tobias learned to push into me when I went up (and off) Daniel's cock and then pull out as I went back down taking Daniel deep in my ass. Once we got our cadence going though, I was in pure ecstasy. I would feel them rubbing different nerve endings at the same time and each time their cockheads pressed together on their alternate strokes I thought I would cum. Ladies if you have never been DPed, you need to do it. There is nothing better. Well there is one thing better. 

One Daniel, Tobias and I got our tempo working (everyone knew it was good because of my loud moans) Elijah decided to involve himself and quiet me at the same time. I felt the cushions compress once again. I could tell what he was doing even without my eyesight. I didn't mind, but Tobias probably didn't want Elijah's ass in his face as Elijah brought his cock to my mouth. There had to be a better way to structure what we were doing. But that certainly wasn't my decision. I was just a couple of holes used for their pleasure. And I loved what was happening.

Once my mouth was firmly around Elijah's cock and the boys refound their rhythm fucking my pussy and ass, I was delirious with pleasure. Elijah stated that he remembered how much I enjoyed the scene in the movie when the girl took on three black guys. He also asked if I liked "being a pincushion?" I had never heard that expression before, but I just moaned affirmatively over his cock. My arms were getting sore pressing against Daniel trying to hold myself in position above him. I remember watching the girl in the film on her hands and knees while the guys used her and wished they could put me in that position. But with my mouth stuffed with cock, there was no way I could talk and I didn't just want to give up and collapse onto Daniel. Oh the dilemmas of being a fuck toy.

Thankfully Daniel wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me down so his cock was buried deep in my ass. Then he erupted. It was the first time I had ever felt someone shoot in my ass and it instantly triggered my own orgasm. I howled around Elijah's cock and my pussy clamped down on Tobias triggering his own orgasm moments later. Both my holes were dripping man spunk, but Elijah was uninspired to join the party. I had marveled at his self-control before and now was no different. Not that Josh would have ever been in this situation, but had I been blowing him while two guys fucked me, he never would have lasted. I was a little disappointed Elijah didn't cum, but then again, with his cock still hard I was sure I'd be required to take care of it. That wasn't a bad thing.

Elijah moved off the couch, Tobias dismounted my pussy and then I lifted off Daniel. I stood on unsure legs as cum drained from my holes. I twisted my head around as if I was looking around the room. It was an instinctive reaction even though I couldn't see. I wondered if Elijah was getting something else out of his case or if he was going to take the hood off. It turns out it was neither. I felt two hands grab each of my arms and direct me back to the couch. I sat down passively. There was nothing else I could do. I heard some motion in the room, but could only wait. Then I heard Elijah's voice again.

"Spread your legs baby and after I am in you, wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist."

That sounded good to me and almost immediately I felt his cock pressing into my pussy. He was easier to take since Tobias had already loosened me up, although his size still hurt a bit, in a good way, as I stretched to accommodate him. When he bottomed out, I reached blindly forward and found his neck. Wrapping my legs around him was easy. He wrapped his arms around my hips. I wondered how he would be able to pound me in this position size we were effectively stuck together. I suppose I have to stop worrying about such details and just follow his lead. I felt him pick me up into a vertical position, his cock still buried to the hilt in my pussy. I felt fuller than the last time he fucked me, even though I didn't know how that was possible.

Elijah held me like I weighed nothing at all. Then he started to lift me like he was doing a curl. I felt my pussy rise up on his cock. Then he lowered me. It was like I was just another workout to him as he fucked me in a standing position. Here was a real man, I thought. He didn't let me bottom out on each stroke. Maybe lowering me too much was too hard on his arms. But that didn't matter. He was doing fine and I loved every inch he gave me. Then I felt one of the other guys move behind me. Could he be hard again so quickly? I guess Elijah and I motivated him because I felt his hard cock sliding between my butt cheeks as Elijah continued to impale me. Cock number two had been greased up with lube, thankfully, instead of smearing up my butt like Elijah had done for round one. Elijah lowered me fully onto his cock and let his friend penetrate his ass. From the shape, I decided it was Tobias. I guess he had quicker recovery time than Daniel and since he had fucked my pussy before, maybe he figured it was time he took my ass. Either way, his long but thinner cock slid easily into my butt after Daniel had opened up the passage. Of course Daniel didn't have to contend with Elijah filling my pussy and that caused Tobias some struggle. But I figured that problem would be short lived because they obviously had done this before to a woman. In fact, the speed at which they hit their stride with both of them fucking me was quite impressive. Soon they were both pistoning me in perfect harmony like a well build race car engine. The sensations were unlike anything I had ever experienced, even different than a few minutes ago. All my nerve endings were firing and I quickly started cumming and never stopped. I wailed in lust, pleasure and even enjoyable pain as they battered my delicate little holes. Well not so little any more. I'd seen gaping assholes in the videos and I was guessing mine would do the same when they were done. They held me like a rag doll as my arms and legs were drained of strength from my orgasms and the main way I was held in the air was their cocks supporting me and Elijah hands on my ass. I could feel myself getting dizzy but still they kept pounding me and still I kept cumming.

Finally I felt one of their cocks swell and then explode. At first I wasn't sure which one it was. Their rhythm was so perfect that in my mind, they were one giant cock and I had one very full and satisfied sex hole. As he slid out and more cum began to run down my ass, I realized it was Tobias who came first. I can't say that surprised me. Elijah seemed to only cum when he wanted.

He lowered me back to the couch, pulled out his cock and told me to roll over on my hands and knees. In my dream-like state it was difficult to get in position leaning on the back of the couch. But I did as he ordered. I felt him spread my butt cheeks to inspect me. I could feel my asshole open up to his view just like I'd seen in the videos. I was Elijah's cunt whore now and I felt confident he was about to make me his anal whore. But that wasn't his plan. Instead I felt his cock enter my pussy again. Although he had already devastated it tonight, I guess he was going for annihilation. He probably wanted to be sure Josh would find out he couldn't provide me satisfaction any more. Elijah began pounding me showing no mercy to my tender pussy. And I loved him for it.

As I said earlier, when the hood took away my eyesight, my other senses began to get more receptive. Maybe that is why I had begun to orgasm so freely and frequently. I also had lost all track of time. My only reference was how many strokes each cock pounded into me and I had lost count a long time ago. Elijah was jack hammering me with long firm strokes. My pussy was doing its best to grip him, but it was a losing battle. Then he pushed all the way inside of me and grabbed my ass. I thought sure he was going to shoot. I heard me groan. But I felt nothing. No splash of hot cum or swelling of his cock head. Then he began to pull out. As he did, I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks again. I also felt my asshole involuntarily pucker.

It didn't take him long to reposition his cock from my pussy to my ass. Then he shoved. I thought I was ready for him, but I guess I wasn't. At least not physically. Mentally I was ready for him to claim my ass as his own. And claim it he did. He pushed, I struggled to fit him and when he finally had about ten inches of dick inside of me, he slapped my ass triumphantly. I saw stars. He started pumping. I started cumming. As I bucked against him he finally gave me his last two inches. I was now his.

It was an amazing ride. I never would have survived it if Daniel and Tobias had not fucked my ass first. Even with their preparation, I wasn't sure if I was going to survive. Elijah began to set a pace to match the one he used hammering my pussy. My pleasure centers were firing so fast and so intensely I thought I might pass out. My dizziness returned and I felt like I was floating on a cloud as Elijah continued his rampage. I was climaxing continuously. I'd never experienced anything like the gift he was giving me. I never wanted it to end. But of course, no man can fuck forever, even Elijah. Eventually he thrust fully into me and he was done. I didn't really feel him cum. My senses were so shattered I still just concentrated on the feeling of being skewered on his bayonet like cock. But as he finally slowly pulled out of my ass, I could tell he was softening. 

I held my position on my knees leaning over the back of the couch in case Tobias or Daniel wanted another shot at my holes. Actually I held my position because Elijah had fucked out any desire to move from my body. Maybe 30 seconds later I felt a hand spin me back around to a sitting position and then pull me to my knees on the floor. My head was spinning and I was unable to think. Then I felt a cock on my lips.

In retrospect I should not have been surprised Elijah wanted me to clean him. He'd done that each time he came on me. It didn't cross my mind that he had just been in my ass as I dutifully sucked his cum off his cock. I was too far-gone to care. Daniel was next. He was hard as a rock already when he pushed into my willing mouth. He also grabbed my head preferring to face fuck me instead of letting me service him. It was a quick and furious encounter ending when he pulled out and shot his load on my tits. It was a smaller load, I reckon, than the one he put up my ass, but still hot, sticky and wonderful. 

By that point I wasn't surprised that Tobias wanted a third round. He had already deposited sperm in my pussy and ass so why wouldn't he want my mouth. He let me work his cock. He wasn't as hard as Daniel had been. I guess two loads was his normal limit. But my head skills had definitely improved since I first met Elijah and soon he was praising me. When he came he pulled his cock out of my mouth, but managed to aim well enough to splash his first spurt back on my tongue. I held still giving him an easy target. He gave me three in the mouth and then aimed his last two lower onto my breasts. We ended the night was cum dripping from everywhere it could drip on my body. I never felt so alive.

Nothing further was said. I heard the front door open and close. I assumed it was Daniel and Tobias leaving. I heard another zipper and then Elijah unhooked the eye holes on my hood. I was initially blinded by the bright light, but as my pupils adjusted, I saw Elijah was alone. Then he removed the hood. 

"You were wonderful tonight Suzanne and you really helped me out. You would have recognized my friends. That is why you had to wear the hood. Maybe we can get together next week, just the two of us, so you don't need to be blindfolded.

"That would be wonderful," was all I could say. My ass was already pulsating in anticipation even as Elijah's cum continued to drain from it.

He gave me a delicate kiss before turning to leave. I practically crawled into bed. As had become my routine, I didn't shower to wash away the evidence. I wanted to dream about my pincushion. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I was physically and emotionally spent. 




Addicted Ch. 02



I'm not sure if I dreamt that night or not, but I do remember waking up very sore from the night before. I got up and showered and put on some make-up so I would be prepared to get Josh from the airport. I wasn't particularly thinking about the night before until I walked downstairs into the living room and saw the couch. The cushions were disheveled and memories of being bent over and ravaged flooded back into my mind. I walked over to the couch to straighten things out before leaving. It would have been hard to explain why the room was in disarray especially since I kept a very neat and tidy house. Thankfully I did because as I was moving the cushions I noticed a sizable cum stain. It must have been where I dripped. I wasn't sure exactly how to clean it, so I did a quick spray with some orange cleaners and wiped it up. I could still see a faint outline, so I flipped the cushion over. I would have to work on it more later, but now I had to get to the airport.

Once again Josh wanted to go straight to the office. Apparently he had made some new contacts while recording the band the last couple days and wanted to start working a new deal. I was thankful he didn't want to come home because that would give me time to make sure everything was clean and back in place. When I got home I contemplated putting on my maid's costume, but I was still emotionally shredded and my lust was temporarily satisfied so I figured I needed to focus on cleaning and not masturbate today.¬ 

That was a great plan except for a fatal flaw and an important conflict. Fortunately neither prevented me from making sure all remnants of the fuck fest were purged from the house. By 3pm the house was done. I was going to lie down and take a nap before Josh called for a ride home. Before I could do that, however, he called to tell me he had set an important dinner meeting for tonight and he needed me there. Apparently an important new potential partner could only meet tonight and he was bringing his girlfriend. I knew the drill. The dinner was supposed to be social, but would dissolve into the men talking business while I entertained the girlfriend. That was fine. I didn't mind as much as you might assume and other than being exhausted, I always was happy not to cook.

The fatal flaw that threatened to derail everything, the ringing of the doorbell. If Elijah had been at the door, you could bet I would have come up with some lame excuse why I couldn't go to dinner so I'd be available to have him ravage me again. Heck, if it was Daniel or Tobias showing up unannounced for a repeat performance I'd probably do the same. Swinging open the door I realized I didn't know what they looked like so it would be impossible to recognize either of them. At least without feeling them inside of me. I guess I had been thinking about sex more than I thought during the day. But alas, it was a courier delivering an envelope. I signed his electronic pad, thanked him and sent him on his way. I had not been expecting anything so I assumed it was for Josh. Probably a contract I theorized. I tossed it on the table and went to shower and prepare. Normally I would have just brought it with and delivered it to him. But thankfully just before I walked out of the door on the way to dinner, I looked at the address sticker to see who sent it.

I didn't recognize the company, but it was definitely music related. However the recipient wasn't Josh. It was me. I had not been expecting anything especially from a company I didn't know. I tore open the envelope and discovered a DVD. It was labeled "Homemaker Playtime." My hands started shaking. I also found a note from Elijah. It said I shouldn't worry that this was just for his private collection. Somehow that didn't reassure me. 

Before I even played the DVD I knew Elijah had recorded me last night. As careful as I had been to only see him when Josh wasn't around, having video evidence of an affair wasn't a good idea. But even though I was short on time, I had to see what was on the disc. Normally if I was going to watch something naughty, I would be sitting at my desk in front of the computer streaming the video. Having an actual DVD opened up a new possibility. And that is how I found myself sitting in my little black cocktail dress (my tease the client into working with us dress Josh called it) with my legs spread and my hand in my panties sitting in our basement home theater. I had never watched porn using our video projector and my primary thought was why I had not done this sooner. I almost forgot the video was starring me as the life size (well almost) images popped off the screen. I quickly understood the secondary reasons I had been wearing the hood. The primary reason was how exciting it was for me to be fucked without seeing my partners. Secondarily it meant I didn't know Daniel and Tobias had carried in a camera and tripod. I also didn't know they had been wearing masks as well. Apparently they didn't want to be identified either. So here was proof that I, little southern princess, was servicing three black guys in my living room. Nobody who didn't know me would recognize me because of the hood. I bet some people who know me couldn't tell for sure. But if you had been in my living room it was obvious that was where the action was taking place.

I wondered if this was some kind of blackmail attempt or whether Elijah just liked to immortalize his conquests. But either way it was hot to see myself defiled. I always enjoyed watching myself in a mirror while I fucked, but this took it to a new level. The static shot while all three of them took me was not that interesting cinematically, but when Elijah lifted me onto his cock while he stood, Daniel took the camera off the tripod and was able to capture some close-ups of the action. This was much more interesting, especially when Tobias joined the fun.

I am sure a sane woman would have been pissed off that she was filmed without her consent, but the image of me sucking their cocks with my hands cuffed behind my back went straight to my pussy. Immediately I began to get aroused as memories of the night before flashed through my brain. The ache in my cunt demanded attention. Although I had been able to avoid touching myself all day, there was no stopping my fingers now. Fully dressed for a night on the town, I leaned back and began rubbing my clit. Under normal circumstances, it would have taken me a while for my first orgasm to wash over me, but these were not normal circumstances and I came quickly. Then like the night before, I came even faster the second time.

I didn't reach the level of continuous orgasm I had the night before, but by the end of the recording I was a swampy mess between my legs. Reaching for the remote, I restarted the video to watch it a second time, but then I remembered I was due in the city for the important dinner. At first I was disappointed I had to leave. Then I realized I wouldn't have time to clean up. I stashed the DVD between a couple of VHS tapes that had not been touched in years and walked upstairs with a very slushy pussy and got in the car. I felt very nasty driving into the city to meet my husband and his hopefully new client with a sopping wet thong and a desire to finger myself again.

I picked Josh up at his office. He was upset that I was 15 minutes late because he always liked to get to the restaurant before his client. I was more worried he would smell my pussy. But either I was just sensitive to my own arousal or he was too focused on the meeting, because he didn't mention it. As fortune favored us, we arrived a couple minutes before his client and were seated in a circular booth in the back of the restaurant. Josh always reserved this booth because it was both casual and good for business because we could sit and look at everyone. At usual, Josh sat at the end and I sat to his left. Then big surprise number two of the day happened. I saw Elijah walk through the door. He was accompanied by a young blonde, early 20's by my estimation, tiny (five feet tops and Elijah towered over her), thin and wearing a cocktail dress not unlike mine. She accessorized with stockings and heels like I always did, but her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Elijah obviously preferred white women although he seemed flexible on hair color. I started to squirm in my seat at the dumb luck that he would pick this eatery and even worse, would bring a date. I watched him talk to the hostess then I noticed Josh waving his hand. Oh shit, I realized, Elijah was Josh's prospective new client. I wanted to hide under the table and cry. Actually I wanted to fake a sudden illness and run out the back door. But neither option was available.

I felt a pit in my stomach as I watch Elijah and his girlfriend walk toward our booth. I'm sure I should have been thinking something more profound than "She is way too small to handle his cock. He needs a real woman like me."

Josh stood up and shook Elijah's hand. He then introduced me. I reached my hand up to shake his although I couldn't stand because of the booth. Elijah was gentlemanly and kissed my hand. He then introduced his date, Heather. Of course the little pixie was named Heather. She probably worked at a gym too. Yes I was jealous of her even though I was petrified that Josh would find out Elijah was my lover. Well, my sex partner. He had never made love to me. We fucked.

Elijah and Heather sat down. Heather was next to me and Elijah was on the outside so he could face Josh. The dinner conversation was mostly business. Elijah was an R&B/Hip-Hop music producer looking to expand his stable of artists. (And stable of girlfriends apparently) Josh, of course, had mostly country and some contemporary artists on his roster. Elijah said he liked Josh's production style. Josh said he liked Elijah's style as well, although I had the distinct impression he was talking about Heather. Had I not been fucking Elijah behind Josh's back I would have been mad at him. Elijah wanted Josh to work on a cross over project where they would team artists from different musical genres and mix their production skills to make something new and hopefully very commercial.

It sounded like a dumb plan to me and I could tell Heather was pretty tuned out by the conversation. I had the distinct impression Elijah had fucked her once and she was now addicted to his cock the same way I was. She probably was expecting some action after the meeting and that was why she agreed to come to dinner. Josh was probably expecting some action with me, and he would get it, but my heart wouldn't be with him. But back to the meeting. Josh obviously was intrigued by the idea and wanted to explore it further. He wasn't 100% sold, but I'd seen that look on his face before. The wheels were turning and he was figuring out if he could trust Elijah and could make money. A half-hour later with our meal complete, Heather announced she had to go to the bathroom. I didn't volunteer to go with her. I wanted to see if Elijah was going to tell Josh about us. Then Josh announced he had to go to the bathroom as well and I found myself alone with Elijah. He was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry about the surprise. I didn't know Josh was your husband."

"I knew you were in the business, but I didn't know you had been talking to him," I replied.

"I would not have started seeing you if I had known," he told me. That sounded a bit ominous to me.

"I enjoyed the video. I came hard watching it before dinner," I told him.

"I can't see you anymore," he said. "I can't mix pleasure with business."

I wasn't completely surprised by his position and we had never made a commitment to each other so it wasn't really a breakup. But the thought of never having his cock again was upsetting. "Has Heather replaced me?" I said with a degree of snark.

Elijah shook his head. "No," he replied. "She works for me at the office. We play on occasion, but nothing serious. She just needs a good hard fuck now and again," he said with a wink. Now I was a bit mad. That's what I needed from him too, but he was willing to toss me away in favor of a stupid idea that would never find a market, in my opinion.

"What about Daniel and Tobias?" I asked. "Will they still party with me?" Certainly they were not of Elijah's stature, but both of them still fucked better than Josh.

"That's not a good idea," he replied. "They are two of my best artists and will be part of this project. It is better that they stay away. I am sorry."

Both Heather and Josh returned at this point. I had to pretend I wasn't devastated. My jealousy of Heather returned. Somebody in Elijah's musical stable was probably fucking her every day at the office. She looked young and innocent, but I bet she was the biggest whore in Nashville. I was cordial on the outside but I was shooting daggers at both of them in my heart. That really wasn't the kind of person I was, but at that moment, I was pissed at them. We said our goodbyes. Josh promised to call Elijah in the morning to get started on the preliminaries. Then we went our separate ways and I drove Josh home. He was giddy about the new artistic possibilities. He couldn't stop talking about Elijah and the music he had produced and his greatness. I continued to seethe with anger, but I held it just under the surface looking outwardly like the gentile wife supporting her husband. At least until we got home. Then fueled more by anger than lust, I jumped on Josh and practically tore his clothes off.

That night I fucked Josh raw, but in my mind I was having hate sex with Elijah. I didn't really care if Josh realized I was looser. I was mentally prepared to give up the financial and material benefits of our marriage if it meant I could have Elijah. I rode Josh like a madwoman taking what I wanted from his hard, but inadequate cock. I had him pinned to the bed as I bounced up and down on him. He had a slight look of fear on his face, I guess because I was acting out of character. But this was what I needed to get pleasure from him. He looked like he was close to cumming so I stopped. He gave me a what the hell look. I slid off his cock then reached between my legs and grabbed it. I then scooted forward and inch and sat back down directing his cock to my asshole.

He was lubed with just my pussy juice. That worried me a bit, but after having Elijah fill my ass, I figured Josh would be easy. In retrospect, having some real lube would have been a good idea, but the pain of taking him almost dry took me back to the night before and went straight to my clit. The tightness of my ass was not lost on Joshua either. He groaned as he slid home. I knew he wouldn't last so I started rubbing my clit ferociously before I started slowly bouncing up and down.

I was right about the new sensation and taboo being too much for Josh. Maybe I should not have waited until he was almost ready to blow before giving him my ass. It was inevitable that he would cum too quickly. At least my finger action on my clit was enough to give me a small climax as I felt him spurt up my backside. And as I dismounted and felt his jizz drain from my hole, I did get to relive a feeling the boys had given me the night before.

"That was amazing honey," Josh confessed. He never did ask why I suddenly wanted him to fuck my ass. He had seen the plug and questioned it, but he had to wonder why I was suddenly expanding my sexual horizons.

Josh always wanted to shower after sex and tonight was no different. I joined him because I really didn't want his cum drying on my leg. We did have a loving moment as we took turns washing each other. It was strange. I really did enjoy the shower and feeling clean after our encounter. But with Elijah I wanted nothing more than to stay dirty and feeling like his fuck toy. There definitely was a different dynamic even though both men had taken my ass in less than 24 hours. Of course now it looked like Josh would be the only man in my bed so I suppose I had better get used to that fact. Elijah had been a great fling and an eye opening experience. But I wasn't about to just go out looking for a replacement. I still loved Josh and if I could teach him a few things in bed, maybe everything would be OK. Plus I still had the dildos and plugs if I needed them.

Fast forward in my story a month. It's been hell going through Elijah withdrawal. It's even worse because Josh keeps inviting me into the studio where he and Elijah are working. Every time I see him it reminds me of how much pleasure he brought me. I fantasized about him all the time and begged him to fuck me whenever we are out of earshot of Josh. But Elijah maintained his professionalism that we were in a business relationship now and that he didn't want to risk that. Even when Josh went out of town, Elijah didn't relent. I guess Heather was taking care of him now so he didn't need me. I still banged Josh on a regular basis, but now I only came using my toys and vivid memories of Elijah.

I probably would have gone insane with lust if Elijah best friend had not decided to get married. Elijah was in charge of the bachelor party and as luck would have it (or as Elijah planned it) the party was scheduled during another one of Josh's trips. Before you jump to conclusions, Elijah did not asked me to be a stripper at the party. He did ask me to be a "serving wench" and told me Heather would be helping as well. Needless to say, I wasn't thrilled, but any chance to be with him was worth taking so I agreed. That night I fantasized that he wanted Heather and me in a three-way. I'd never done that before, but if it meant getting stuffed again, I would agree if he asked. It turned out his plan was much worse. Or much better depending how you looked at it and unfortunately a random twist of fate.

The party was downtown at a fancy hotel. Elijah had rented a party room that adjoined a two-bedroom suite. Heather and I both arrived early to help setup. Elijah had outfits for us. The costume reminded me of a pirate wench-serving outfit like the women in a dive bar would wear. Surprisingly it wasn't scandalously revealing. It was sexy, but didn't show that much skin. I figured Elijah was going to have a few strippers at the party so he didn't need to exploit our charms. But boy was I wrong. 

After Heather and I changed clothes and helped put up some decorations, Elijah told us that instead of strippers, he had hired a unique performer. He said she billed herself as Nashville's premier (and probably only) burlesque magician. Immediately that sounded like a bad idea, but who was I to complain. The guests started to arrive. They were all strapping young black men. I felt my pussy start to tingle. I could tell by her giggles, Heather was enjoying the guest list as well. We were hustling to keep the drinks flowing and the hotel room service kept bringing different finger foods. The party was in full swing when Madam Isabella, Queen of the Night, arrived. I escorted her and her rolling case (magic tricks?) into one of the bedrooms to prepare.

Madam Isabella looked a lot like Elvira, only she wore black leather instead of the cheap witches gear the real Elvira wears. She wore a vest that barely contained her breasts, thigh high boots and a tiny little leather skirt. She really looked like a goth stripper. She asked if Elijah had told me about being her volunteer? I told her no. She said she began her show doing some erotic dancing to set the mood (the burlesque part of the show) and then did slight of hand up close magic with the guys, but concentrated on the groom. When she said up close I pictured her flaunting her breasts in his face. I bet she didn't have to be a good magician to get a return invitation. After that she told me she did a hypnotism show and she would need Heather and me to volunteer to participate. 

"Hypnotism isn't real," I replied.




Addicted Ch. 02 - FTDS



Addicted Ch 02 - FTDS

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Costly Addiction - my ending to CuckStudent's Addicted Ch. 01

http://www.literotica.com/s/addicted-ch-01

CuckStudent writes about another cheating slut, who has no thought of consequences when she becomes a whore for the dope smoking neighbor.

Her husband may have other ideas.  

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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The Ending of Addicted Ch. 01

With Tom's hard dick inside my wet pussy and his fist pulling hard on my blond hair, I felt, for the first time in my life, like a real woman. Forget everything about equality, romance and all that soap-opera shit. Then and there, in Tom's apartment, there was nothing I wanted more than being a total fuck-slut, an object, a piece of flesh that's repeatedly abused by a real man.

And that's what happened that afternoon. And I mean all afternoon. Tom and I fucked and sucked and licked. He pounded my pussy at least four times, and I think I had more orgasm in that dirty apartment that afternoon than I had had my whole life. And each of them was better than all the previous ones combined.

It was only after the fourth time Tom had cum inside of me, that I realized we hadn't used any protection at all. I freaked, but not as much as I should have. Somehow, in the back of my mind, even knowing that I could now be pregnant with another man's child, I thought it to be worth it. That was the moment when I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.





Like I said, we fucked all afternoon. Four times he came inside of me. It was the best I'd ever had. Absolutely incredible. Mind blowing. I was addicted.

By the time I left his place, I could barely walk. I stumbled across the hall, finally realizing what I had done. I had no idea what time it was, but I prayed it was going to be another late night for Robert. I hadn't made dinner, and I was a complete mess. I knew for sure I couldn't let him fuck me that night. He'd know.

I unlocked the door and stumbled into our apartment.

"Yes. He's there now," I heard my husband say. I looked over and saw him hang up his phone.

I tried to rush past him, mumbling something about being out with friends.

"Don't be in such a hurry. You're going to enjoy this."

"Enjoy what?" I asked.

He only grinned. Moments later I heard a pounding out in the hall. "This is the police. Open the door," a loud voice shouted.

Son-of-a-bitch. What the hell was going on?

"The asshole was over there pounding another slut. His ass his grass. Literally. I smelled it when I went over there last night, and again when I came home half-an-hour ago."

"Smelled what?" I asked nervously, wondering if he could smell Tom's cum on me.

"Pot, the place reeked of it. The guy's a druggie. I went down to the police station to write up a complaint on him, and it turns out the police know him quite well. He's on parole. Didn't take five minutes to find that out. Apparently a dealer, too. Why do you think he doesn't work, and is home all day? He deals out of his apartment. I imagine he'll be back in the lockup within minutes. Of course I'm still charging him with assault as well. Seriously, all I did was ask the bastard to keep it down, and he hit me. Hopefully the next neighbor will be better."

My gut was tying itself in knots. I'd spent the entire afternoon fucking a drug dealer?

"Yeah. Those women? He trades drugs for sex. What a scum-sucking asshole! Who knows what kind of diseases that bastard has?"

Suddenly, I knew I was going to be sick. I ran to the bathroom, barely making it. Robert called after me. I heard a knock at the door, and then the creak of it opening. "Mr. Reed?"

"You caught the bastard?" I heard Robert say.

"Dead to rights. Two pounds of marijuana. PCP, and a variety of pills we have yet to determine. You were absolutely right. Thanks for the tip. Tough luck having a loser like that move in next door."

"Was his latest whore still there?" Robert asked.

Oh God. Five minutes longer, and I'd probably be headed downtown with the bastard who'd drugged me and fucked me raw. Alright, drugged me willingly, but I didn't know!

"No, she must live around here somewhere. Nobody came down the stairs. She's probably pretty messed up. It looks like he was lacing his dope with PCP. Poor girls probably never knew what hit 'em."

I stepped into the shower, unable to listen to anymore, scrubbing myself as thoroughly as I could. It wouldn't come off. The filth was more than skin deep. No matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't get clean.

It was the drugs, I told myself. That's why I succumbed so easily. That's what made it seem so good at the time. The fucker drugged me. It wasn't really my fault. Shit!

When I finally gave up and got dressed, I was ready to face the music. I knew it was going to be bad.

"Robert..." I started, on the verge of tears.

"What do you say we go celebrate? I saw you didn't get a chance to make dinner, and I know I'm home earlier than usual. Pizza at Luigi's?"

Over dinner, I found out why he was home early. He'd received the promotion. The dealership was one of six owned by the same auto-group. I should have known that. He was now the CFO for the entire string. They let him off to come home and tell me the good news.

"Great day, huh?" he said, over the deluxe pizza slice. "All that work finally paid off, and we got rid of the next door asshole at the same time. Life is fucking great!" He was beaming. 

My brain was still fuzzy from the dope, as I passed on the beer, and stuck to diet Coke. "I knew you could do it, baby," I said. I tried to sound as excited as him.

"I was so tempted to kick his ass last night, you know? But he had a scary look in his eyes. I guess it was the PCP. He just opened the door, and before I could get a half-dozen words out, he hit me! When I saw the pig-sty he lived in, and smelled that pot smell, well I knew it was better to use brains than brawn. I still have to wonder, what kind of whore could even think about staying with him in that God forsaken mess? No wonder he had to use addicts and druggies to get off." He took a sip of his beer. "Do you know they found handcuffs attached to his headboard? I hope they lock him way for years."

I don't think he could have made me feel any smaller if he tried. What the fuck had I been thinking? "I have no idea where he would find women like that. It's kind of scary. A drug dealer next door?"

"With my new position, we won't have to worry about things like that much longer. When our lease expires in two months, we'll be able to buy a house finally, and get serious about making babies." He reached across the table, and too my hand. "I love you Carol. Thank you for being so patient these last several months. I'm gonna make it up to you."

"I love you too, Robert. More than you'll ever know."

Please, God, let him never find out. I swear I'll never do anything so stupid again.

The way he looked at me, like there was nobody else in the world, made me want to cry and beg his forgiveness. But I would be strong. I'd keep the nasty secret, and make it up to him. He deserved better. I was going to make sure he got it. We'd put this little mistake behind us.

When he made love to me that night, I wanted to scream in pain, I was so sore. I held it in, and did my best to hide my fear and shame. I was terrified the whole time, that he'd notice how loose I was, how used. I faked my response, like it was the best it had ever been. He seemed to believe it. I waited until he was asleep to cry.

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It had been a close one, but I'd managed to keep my indiscretion a secret. No more drugs for me. No screwing around. Nobody but my husband, ever again. I was disgusted with myself, trying to understand how I could go from faithful to slut so quickly. How I could possibly have let that bastard next door use me so thoroughly.

After that close call, I was going to be the best damn wife in the world. I had it good and I knew it. After 30 days in his new position, Robert was going to get all kinds of perks, including a new, high-end company car, more vacation, better hours, all kinds of good stuff. I was a stay-at-home wife, with no responsibilities except for keeping the house clean, cooking dinner, and making sure I looked good for my man. I wasn't about to fuck up again.

Three weeks later, when I had missed my period, I got nervous. I was never more than a day or two late. I'd almost forgotten about the four times with Tom, in the middle of my cycle. Hell's bells. The home pregnancy test confirmed it. I was pregnant.

Shit.

It could be Robert's. His hours had been cut back, and he'd been serious about working at making babies. Four-five times a week serious. My guilt made me available to him at any time, and in any way. It could be his. It could be.

I made his favorite dinner. He called from work, saying he'd be home on time. He had some important news. I just knew he'd been given the upgraded company car. He'd been so excited, when he told me what his options were. I knew I'd look great behind the wheel of a Cadillac STS, windows open, sunglasses on, my long blonde hair blowing in the wind.

We'd started looking at houses. Three bedroom, two bath, garage, big yard, great neighborhoods. We'd already been pre-qualified, and were debating which one of three we preferred. We were planning on going out that weekend to make our final decision. 

I dressed in my sexiest nightie. I put on some nice music, lit some candles. I was going to make this night incredible for him. I owed him that much. 

He walked in, and put his briefcase to the side. He didn't look happy.

"Rough day today," he said.

I welcomed him with a hug. "I've got some news that will brighten it," I told him. I dragged him in and had him sit down, putting a drink in his hand.

He grinned weakly. "Looks like somebody's in a good mood."

"I am. You should be too. We're going to have a baby!"

I had expected surprise, then euphoria. We'd been working at it for nearly a year and a half. The look of confusion, then anger frightened me. When he dropped his full drink on the floor, I started trembling.

"Aren't you happy? We've wanted this for so long, Honey."

He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and threw it at me. Literally threw it at me.

"That my news, Carol. I got the results back from the doctor. The reason it's taken us 18 months is that I'm sterile. So do you want to tell me who the lucky father is?"

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Here's how it works in San Antonio. Everything starts out getting split 50/50. We split up the bank accounts and belongings. Our rented apartment and the company car had zero value. 

In cases of adultery, the Judge has a lot of leeway in determining the division of assets. When you're carrying another man's child, two years into a marriage, the Judge doesn't look kindly on that. When you give your husband an STD, it gets ugly. My share was 20 to his 80. The Judge said I only got that much, because he was feeling sorry for me, for being pregnant and so damn stupid. In Texas, we don't have alimony, we call it maintenance. If you're married less than 10 years, you get zilch. That's right, nothing.

Less than three months after my announcement, I was on my own. My $180,000 philosophy degree was just enough to get me a job as a waitress at Denny's. I had a couch, a few dishes, pots and pans, the bedroom TV, my clothing, and a check for $708. I could swear we had more money, Hell, we'd been talking about putting $15 grand down on our house. But I was married to an accountant. He showed them the books, I got 7 bills. Case closed.

As you can probably imagine, Tom, the dealer with the fat dick, wasn't a great source of child support. Four months pregnant, I wasn't turning many heads. I was fortunate enough to find a better waitressing job a few months later. It was still not enough to even pay my bills; my parents were sending me checks every month. Thank God for the free clinic. I don't know how I would have managed, otherwise.

I was waddling to my latest table, 8 months along, when I pulled up short. There was Robert. He was looking great! It was only then that I saw the woman sitting across from him. She was gorgeous, and only had eyes for my hubby. Ex-hubby, I should say.

I almost turned and ran, but then he looked up at me. I don't know what I expected, anger maybe? He smiled. "Hi Carol, I didn't know you worked here."

"For three weeks now," I confessed. "You're looking great, Robert."

He didn't, couldn't say the same about me. I looked like a whale. "Dana, this is Carol, my ex-wife. Carol, my fiancée, Dana."

Fiancée? We'd only been divorced five months!

The bitch gave me that look. You know the one, looked me up and down, measuring me. Taking her good sweet time to do it. She smirked. "I'll have a Shiner light." She spoke with that God forsaken, hick, west Texas drawl. Make me puke. The gold-digger stretched her hand across the table, her left hand of course, making sure I got a good view of the huge rock on her ring finger. 

"Large shiner for me," Robert said, turning away from me, gazing on that woman like he should have been looking at me. Like he had, only a few months ago. "Calamari as an appetizer." He didn't even look up as he gave me his order.

I walked away, and heard the skinny bitch giggle. I bet those tits were fake. Laugh at me, will you?

Unfortunately, the manager caught me spitting in her beer. Their dinner was comp'ed, and I was fired.

Life's just fuckin' great, isn't it?

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Addicted Ch. 03



"This body wants to be used." The words hung in the air. I sat demurely on the concrete table of the skate park with my knees together, my hands in my lap, and my eyes lowered. 

Of course, my small breasts remained on display. My jacket and blouse hung open. My bra lost some time ago when these six men had violently used my pussy and my head as a semen dump. There was nothing demure about me this evening. Tonight I was giving in to my addiction. Ever since I hit thirty and still single I have become more and more addicted to violent, dangerous sex.

In the real world I am a respectable, professional woman with a good job and a happy life.

In my secret world I spend many evenings masturbating. I love my body. I love to caress my small breasts, to tease my neck with my fingers. I luxuriate in the bath paying great attention to my legs as my hands roam up to my centre. I love my pussy, my kitty cat. I stroke it often, sometimes in the bath, sometimes in the living room of my condo—I leave the curtains open, but the lights off. That's usually the extent of my daring.

I also love to read erotic fiction. Many of my masturbation sessions begin with reading a few stories. Of course by the end I need both hands and the laptop is long forgotten, although the images of the stories remain vivid as I orgasm.

I love to read about women who give up control. When I come, I usually fantasize about being taken roughly by many men, by dirty men. I like the idea of being degraded, used. I have so much control over people in my real life that I enjoy giving up that control in my fantasies.

And, in the last couple of years, I have started to give up that control in the real world too. 

I call it my addiction.

Once or twice a year I leave my comfortable condo behind and head out to degrade myself in the real world. I do it when my desire to be used gets so strong that I can't function anymore. I can't focus. I can't concentrate on anything except for the fire between my legs. When my desire is strong I am in a constant state of arousal. This causes me to masturbate constantly, and of course when I masturbate I think about going out into the real world and being used. The cycle builds until I find myself out there, getting fucked around by strangers.

And it has to be strangers. And it has to be dangerous. I tried picking up some guy in a bar and bringing him back to my place, but it was so unsatisfying, and besides I couldn't take all the small talk. I needed to be ridden. I needed to be a thing, an object whose purpose is to service. The risk of disease and of physical harm was all part of it. Once I started my journey I didn't stop until I hit bottom. Sometimes I wake up naked in some back alley. Sometimes I find myself alone in a hotel room. At the end I am always hurting, scared, and alone.

I take this journey not for the destination, but for the voyage. I can't describe how alive I feel in the early stages, when the danger is just around the bend. At that point I feel more alive than any other time. And it begins, when the first cock enters my body, I suffer it all for that sweet moment.

I am addicted to it.

"This body needs to be used" I said.

"Really" said the leader "you need more of what we just gave you?"

I nod without looking up.

"What more do you want?"

I look up.

"Well?"

"Anything" I whisper.

"Anything?"

Again I nod looking down that the leader's shoes.

There was a pause. I could see the guys shuffling their feet. The leader spoke up "Do you have any rules?"

I thought about this for a moment and then held up one finger.

"One rule?"

I nodded.

"What is it?"

Once again I felt the rush of adrenaline. I knew this last fucking was only a prelude. I knew the next word that I spoke would push me much further down. 

I looked up, "Obey" I said.

"Well then, this gets even more interesting" the leader said. "Stand up and cover yourself up. Put your shoes on."

I stood up and pulled my blouse and jacket together as best as I could. I smoothed down my skirt and slipped my pumps back on.

"Good girl. Now turn around, spread your cheeks apart and jam a finger up your ass."

I slowly turned around. My ears were ringing as I bent forward, my heart beating faster, and pulled my butt apart. There was enough slime that my finger slid right in to my ass. I held it there waiting.

"Okay, you can stand up. I was just testing you" the leader chuckled. "Follow me." The leader turned and headed back up the path I came down before all this started. I followed. The other five guys fell in behind me. One of them grabbed my ass. His finger pushed its way easily into my pussy. Then he slid his fingers into my ass. I didn't stop walking, but I didn't resist at all either. The fingers slid out.

We walked out of the park and into the subdivision. The guys all carried their skateboards. I thought they were a bit old to be skateboarding, but that was of no matter. We came upon a small, new bungalow. It was as cookie cutter as all the rest of the houses in the subdivision. Inside it was nice, but messy.

"Take your shoes off and go kneel in the centre of the living room" the leader said without much emotion. I complied.

The guys all shuffled into the kitchen. They came into the living room each with a beer in hand and lunged casually on the couches. All eyes were on me. It was quiet.

"I want to tell you just what you've gotten yourself into my pretty" the leader said. "Our little gang here is an informal divorce club. We were all buds growing up. We are all successful, but we all fucked up when we got married. Over the last couple of years we went in together and bought this house and the bungalow next door. The six of us live here cheaply—we are all paying for our mistakes. We made a pact that none of us would get girlfriends until our divorces were paid for. We all decided to take a break." The leader received nods of approval from the gang.

"That's not to say we aren't interested in sex. We are always trying to pick up girls for some quick fun. And tonight, it looks like we picked up you."

"You have already fucked and sucked us all and you told me that you needed more. Well, we all have a bone to pick with women, and I think tonight we will just keep right on taking our frustrations out on you." There were more nods of approval.

"And for starters, I think I'm up for round two, what about you guys?"

The other five grunted and giggled, and murmured their assent. One of them said, "Strip whore."

I slowly unbuttoned my jacket and blouse. They slid slowly off my shoulders. I stood up and unzipped my skirt. I stepped out of it and knelt back down on the floor. 

The men slowly moved in towards me, shedding their clothes along the way. They were a group of white, middle class guys. They were a little soft around the middle, but in the real world I likely would have dated any of them.

One of them grabbed my hair and threw me down. "Let's see that ass girl! Spread those legs."

My cheek burned a little as it hit the carpet, and my eyes teared from the pain from my hair. But I recovered. I pushed my head into the floor, spread my knees and thrust out my ass.

"That pussy is pretty nasty!" one of them said.

"You can still see the jizz leaking out of this pig."

Smack! Someone spanked me. Smack! Smack! It was repeated.

Then a finger dipped into my pussy and then plunged into my anus. I grunted and tried to shift away from the pain. The finger withdrew.

"Oh no you slut. Don't move away from me!"

Smack!

The finger once again slopped into my pussy. This time I tried to relax as it jabbed into my ass. It burned. It hurt. I grunted like a pig. The finger pushed into me repeatedly. Occasionally the guy would dip back into my pussy. Soon my ass was taking the finger fast and easy.

The other guys wandered over and stood around me. One of them put their bare foot on my cheek and ground my head into the carpet. Others laughed. The guy finger fucking my ass was getting into it and my knees and forearms started to burn as they rubbed back and forth into the carpet. 

"Suck my toes bitch!" The foot slid from my cheek to the floor in front of me. My mouth opened with a grunt and I started licking the toes. My body was responding to the degradation. My nipples were hard and my pussy was feeling great. I needed to come. It seemed like ages since my last orgasm. My tongue continued to dance over the guy's toes.

The fingers pulled out of my ass. My pelvis bucked back looking for more. I was rewarded with a cock pushing its way into my sloppy pussy. I loved being the slut. I was close to coming. I started sucking hard on the toes in front of me.

Someone reached under me and pulled at my right nipple. I was on fire. I rocked into the cock. I moaned at the pain in my breast. I pushed my face into the foot in front of me. I was about to come.

Then the cock pulled out and pushed hard and fast into my ass. It fit, but the pain deadened my pending orgasm. I was frustrated. 

But it only took a few strokes for the cock in my ass started to feel good. My orgasm started to build again. Someone else pulled at my other tit. "Oh yes!" I said. "Use me, I'm going to come!"

I kept bucking into the cock in my ass and, finally, I came. I stuck my tongue out under the guy's foot and moaned loud as my pussy contracted, sending liquid gushing out onto the carpet. The cock in my ass pumped faster and the hands at my tits pulled in opposite directions. I was a whore. I was loving it.

The cock pulled out of my ass and the guy shoved me hard. I skidded awkwardly over on my shoulder and ended up half way through a somersault, head down and looking back through the legs of the guy whose foot I was sucking. I could see the guy who was just fucking my ass. He was angry.

"What the hell was that? You just splattered all over the carpet! You love this, don't you—the nastier the better. You are a pig for this shit." He was walking slowly toward me. I fixated on his hard cock as it bobbed with each step. I could see little trails of shit running from the head down the shaft.

"Get on your knees you filthy pig and suck my cock clean!"

I untangled my self and knelt. The guy kept walking until his shitty cock was in front of my face. I took a deep breath, leaned forward and took his head in my mouth. It tasted foul and I gagged. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed more of the cock in. He kept this up for a minute, and then came, shoving his length down me. The taste of come washed away the taste of my shit. When he pulled his deflated cock from me I felt empty.

The guy who foot I was sucking hadn't moved. He reached up with his foot and pushed me down so that I landed face down on the carpet. He grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart hard. It hurt. He then moved up to my head, grabbed my hair and forced me to bob on his cock a few times. Then he held up my head so high that it hurt my neck and jaw. I thought he was going to pull all of my hair right out. He spat in my face and then bobbed me on his cock some more.

He threw my head away. "Get up bitch and face the wall"

I stood up and faced the wall. It was bare. "Bend over and grab your ankles." 

I complied. 

"Move close to the wall and spread your legs." 

This was difficult. Without letting go of my ankles, I walked my legs apart and then inched my way forward until I felt the cool wall at my back.

"Spread your legs more pig."

I could still feel his spit on my face. I could here the disdain in his voice. I spread my legs wider.

He came forward and pushed into my ass. I couldn't move except to rock against the wall as he thrust into me. He fucked my ass hard and he slapped the outside of my thighs as he pounded into me. He was too hard on my ass. It hurt like hell. My thighs were burning and I was seeing red from having my head shoved down between my legs. I didn't like it, but I took him.

I took him and his blows. For a moment, panic welled up inside me. I couldn't believe I was doing this again. Was this guy going to break my back? Or my ass? Finally he stopped hitting me. He placed his hands at my hips and fired his load into me. My back banged into the wall as he pounded.

He pulled out, but kept his hands on my ass. He dropped down to his knees. I could feel his slick cock at my chin. I contorted myself to take him into my mouth. Then he surprised me. He pushed his face into my pussy and started to lick, pushing his tongue in deep. I lost it. I started coming again. I could feel his whiskers on my clit and I just lost it. His face pushed me against the wall. I was sucking on his limp cock and coming all over his face. 

When I stopped squirting he trailed his tongue up and into my ass. I sucked him harder as I realized what he was doing. He was eating his come out of my ass—and his friend's come too. This shared moment of depravity spurred me to hope for more. With renewed confidence I knew that I was nowhere near the bottom yet. My fear had ebbed. For the moment I was happy.

Then the guy stood up and I fell away from the wall, landing on my ass. I immediately stretched my back and neck. I could see a wet spot on the wall left by my sweaty back. 

The other four guys had been watching the whole time. 

"The girl is a pig" one of them said.

My head hung down and I stared at the wall. I knew they were going to come for me. I knew they would keep using me.

"Assume the position again bitch! I liked the way you looked against the wall." I didn't know which one of them spoke, but I slowly stood up and then bent over so that my hair dangled to the carpet, my hands at my ankles and my lower back against the wall.

Again the guy pushed into my pussy a few times. Then he pulled out. Smack! He slapped my pussy. My knees gave and I slid down the wall a little bit. My head was now on the ground. I couldn't believe how contorted I was.

The guy smacked each of my ass cheeks, then pulled them apart and forced his way into my sore ass. It was still slick, but it was done. I wasn't going to come from this. I held onto my ankles and tried not to think about how much my back hurt. The guy just pounded away.

I could hear the others cheering him on. I felt like I was going to pass out.

Before I knew it, the guy came in my ass. As he slumped off of me he pulled my ass down. I slammed on the carpet and fell back against his legs. He then pushed my shoulders so that I fell down flat on my back. He squatted down over my face, dragging his balls from my chin to my forehead. Then he dropped his flaccid cock into my mouth. I took him and I cleaned him. As he got up he spat on my face. 

I remained on my back, unmoving. I knew there were three more.

I didn't get much of a break before all three remaining guys descended on me. One of them grabbed my right foot and dragged me out of the living room to the top of the basement stairs. "Crawl down there slut, and keep that filthy ass of yours up in the air."

I rolled over and sensuously crawled down the stairs. I found myself in a finished basement with a couch, tv and a little gym area.

"Crawl over to the weight bench slut."

I could here the three men follow me. I paused, kneeling at the foot of the bench.

"Get on the bench. On your back slut."

I got on the bench. I had to spread my legs wide to balance. I scooted my head and shoulders underneath a bar that sat about two feet above the bench. The bar was in line with my breasts.

Someone grabbed my hips and pulled me down until my ass was hanging off the edge of the bench. "Grab on to the bar. Grab it wide."

I reached up and grabbed the cool metal of the bar. My arms were spread wide. The bar was now in line with my eyes. My breath caught as I saw one of the guys bring a length of rope over and begin to wind it around my left wrist. He secured it to the bar and then, using the same length of rope, secured my right wrist. Rope hung like a clothesline between my hands.

One guy stood at my head. He smacked his erection against my face a few times. Then he leaned over and fiddled with the bench. Suddenly the bench supporting my shoulders swung down, pulling my arms tight against the restraints. If I arched back my head I could rest it on the bench. I did this and the guy smiled and shoved his cock down my throat.

While he was hammering my face, the other two guys grabbed my feet. My legs were spread apart and lifted up to my hands. They placed my feet on the outside of the stands for the bar. My ass lifted up off the bench—I could feel the blood rush to my head. My ankles were tied tightly to the bar.

The guy kept right on fucking my face. I felt like I might roll right over backwards. I was uncomfortable, but with my hands and feet tied, I wasn't going anywhere. 

Once I was secure, hands started to fondle my pussy and ass, slipping in and out of both holes indiscriminately. I felt like a piece of meat on display. I liked the attention they were paying to my crotch.

Then they started pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. It hurt, but I liked it. Now hands were pulling at my breasts and attacking my pussy and ass. They were getting rougher. My pussy felt full. One hand reached in deep and then pulled back against the inside of my pelvic bone—I loved that!

But then, with the hand still inside, he smacked my labia with a wet slap. Again and again he hit my labia and clitoris, all the while pushing on my g-spot from inside. If it didn't hurt so much I would have orgasmed like an animal, but the pain kept me on the edge. I wasn't able to come. 

The hand pulled out of my pussy. They kept hitting me. Then they also started slapping my breasts and even the soles of my feet.

The entire time the guy kept up his steady rhythm fucking my throat.

I lost track of how long the guys were hitting my pussy and breasts. My skin felt tight everywhere. Suddenly, they stopped. The guy pulled out of my throat. Fingers plunged back inside my pussy and pushed hard against my g-spot.

"Do you want to come whore?" a voice taunted.

I gasped for breath. A finger pushed on my clit. The pressure increased on my g-spot. Someone slapped my breasts.

"Do you want to come whore? The voice demanded. Other hands squeezed both breasts. The finger traced circles around my clit.

"Answer me!"

It had been so long since I last come. My body hurt from all the abuse. But as my mouth gagged open it actually missed the cock that was just pounding it. I bucked my hips against the fingers inside me, grinding my clit into unseen hands. My head was still thrown back, my mouth open. I was about to orgasm. My uterus started contracting.

And then all the hands pulled away. Leaving me panting, hanging there. "Do you want to come whore? If you want to come, I want you to beg for it. I want you to tell me that you need all this abuse, that this is the only way you can be happy, to be used and degraded. Tell me you are a fuck-toy—a slut who exists to be used by men. You are only a piece of meat. Tell me whore!" A finger danced lightly on my clit.

I needed to come. I was so close. The filthy words turned me on. I was a whore. I was a piece of meat to be used by men. "I am a whore" I started quietly, my jaw trembling as I spoke, "I am a piece of meat. I am nothing but a set of holes for men to use. I get off on being hurt. I need the pain. I need to give up control. I don't care what you do to me—the nastier the better." I couldn't stop talking. "There is nothing that I won't do—hurt me use me. I get off on being your slut. Please let me come. I will do anything. Please I need to come. I will do anything you tell me, just let me come. Please."

The fingers jabbed back inside me.

I came.

I came and came and came. With the fluid rushing out of my body I felt as though I was getting rid of my other self. I was pushing all that I was outside of me. All that was left was this whore, this piece of meat.




Addicted Ch. 03



Let me know what you think!

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Jasmine woke up, finding herself cuddled close to the man that she adored more than anything at the moment. His arms were wrapped around her possessively, his legs covered her own, and his hard cock pressed against her side. She looked up into the handsome face of the man that she loved and smiled warmly. His red hair was unruly, sticking up in odd places and hanging down into his face. His cupid's bow lips were quirked into that smile that she had grown so fond of. She giggled as a hand slid to cup her breast, squeezing it lightly.

"'Bout time you came around, lovely," Kiran murmured softly.

"You've been waiting for me to wake up?" Jasmine asked. 

"I have. I thought about waking you up in a much more satisfying manner, but I think if I indulge in your sweet cream again, I will lose control. It's better to hold you than to have you angry with me again. I couldn't take it if you left me..."

Jasmine sighed. "You're so dramatic, Kiran. You'd be just fine." 

"I'd die without you in my life." 

"Well, don't do anything to really piss me off and we'll be fine." 

Kiran chuckled. "So, while you have me here, a prisoner to your amazing body, is there anything you'd like to know?"

"About you?" 

"About anything. My life and my heritage is an open book." 

"Well, I guess one thing that's been on my mind is the whole drinking blood thing..."

"I drink blood fairly often, but most vampires can go at least a couple of months without drinking blood."

"What happens if you don't drink blood at all?"

"Death. Our hearts slow down without the addition of fresh blood, making us pale and cold to the touch, like the vampires in all those movies and myths. The longer you go without, the slower it gets until it stops. Most who have met this fate turn to dust soon after their hearts cease beating. We need the nourishment that blood affords us as well, but we can digest human food and drink just fine." 

"I see. How do you find someone to drink from?" 

"I used to go out, find women that were pleasing to me and drink from them as we were having sex." 

Jasmine shot Kiran a look. "Well, you're going to have to find a new way to do it because if you bring any drunk floozies into this bedroom, they won't be returning home, they'll be headed straight to the hospital in an ambulance right alongside your ass." 

Kiran laughed. "I would never disrespect you like that, love. I think I'll just seduce them with my words, take them somewhere secluded, drink from them and wipe their memories afterward."

Jasmine frowned. "I don't think I like the idea of you going off into seclusion with some woman. Maybe you should switch to men." 

Kiran's full-bodied laugh shook her, but she continued to scowl at him. She was serious, damn it. 

"I'm teasing, love. I have been a good boy since I laid eyes on you. I've been drinking from my very willing donor, who is a man. I haven't been out on the prowl at all. When you are turned, I think we'll try going out a few times so you can get the hang of your mind-control abilities, but we'll also get you a nice donor who will let you drink as often as you like, no seduction involved," Kiran explained. 

Jasmine smacked Kiran on the arm. "You jackass, I was being serious and you were jerking my chain. I was feeling straight murderous for a minute there when you were talking about seducing all these women. No. Don't say anything else. Moving on. What else should I know?" 

"Hmm. We are susceptible to sunlight when we are first born or turned. There's an adjustment period of about two to three weeks, where you'll be very sensitive to it. But after a bit, you'll be able to go out in it, just not for extended periods of time. The older you get, the better your tolerance for sunlight." 

"I guess I didn't notice the change with Candy because we usually met for a late dinner or movie anyway, so the sun had already set. She could come out normally and I wouldn't know there was a difference. I guess I'll have to take some more time off work once we do this thing. I'm glad I've been saving up my vacation days." 

Kiran nodded in agreement. "When you get to be as old as I am, you can be out in the sun for as long as you want. Extended exposure tends to tire me out and make me quite cranky, but I can endure it." 

"Exactly how old are you?"

"I am 163 years old." 

"You know, for some reason, I thought you'd be older than that, but it's still amazing. One hundred and sixty-three...wow, you're old." 

Kiran's lips quirked up into a smile. "Am I too old for you, love? I know it's hard being with someone who's like 6 times older than you, but give an old man a chance."

"Ha ha. Very funny, Father Time. Get over yourself." 

Kiran pulled Jasmine closer to him, pressing his hard dick into her side. "I'd rather be all over you, love. But, I'll wait. I want to claim you as my own in my bed. I want to hear you raising my roof with your screams of pleasure. And I want our children to be conceived in our home."

"Our home? You think I'm moving in with you?"

"Either you're living with me or I'm living with you, love. There's just no way around it. I want to wake up in your arms and fall asleep holding your body to mine. But, I would suggest that we live at my house. There's more room for our kids that way." 

"You keep talking about kids. Are you in a hurry to procreate or something?"

"Yes." 

"Why is that? And what makes you think I'll go along with it?" 

"I'm 163 years old, love. I've been waiting a very long time to start a family. I think you'll go along with it because you love me and you're ready to start one too." 

Kiran figured he would leave his brother out of the conversation for now. He really did want to get started making a new generation of Channings with his love; his brother finding his mate as a result was just a perk. 

"You have a point there, Kiran. So how many kids are we talking? One, two?" 

Jasmine watched as Kiran shifted, looking nervous. He worried his bottom lip briefly before taking a deep breath. 

"Um, well, love. Let's see. How can I explain this? Even if I only get you pregnant once in our long lives, we'll have more than one child. Multiple births are pretty much a guarantee in my family." 

"So we're talking at least twins." 

"At least twins, triplets are more likely." 

Jasmine stared at Kiran, a look of shock mixed with disbelief on her face. Kiran could feel his nerves coming back. What if she left because she didn't want to have so many kids with him? Pregnancy would be hard and delivery would be even worse, but he would do everything in his power to make sure she was comfortable and that their babies were safe.

"Why triplets?"

"My brother Kiran and I are fraternal twins, sure, but my mother had two sets of triplets after we were born. My sisters, you're already acquainted with, my brothers, you've yet to meet, but they'll be at the wedding. But, in addition to that, my father's twin brother has one set of twins, two sets of triplets and one set of quadruplets." 

"That's amazing and horrible at the same time. I'm not having four sets of anything. You're just going to have to deal with that. Especially if any of them turn out like your sisters."

Jasmine's thoughts wandered to the three bitches, with their flowing red hair that fell to the middle of their backs. In fact, the way they parted and styled their hair was the only way Jasmine could tell them apart. Identical, they shared many of the same features, from their dark blue eyes and long, straight noses, to their thin pink lips, which had been twisted into some variation of a scowl the entire time they were in her office. They had smallish breasts, flat tummies, size two waists, and long legs that went on for miles. They were thin and stick-like, and Jasmine often found herself wishing that she couldn't see their ribs when they were trying on bridesmaid dresses for Candace.

She couldn't imagine the triplet brothers. If they were half as fine as their older brother, they would be devastatingly handsome. "So, why isn't Candace having triplets? She's mated to Peter and he's a Channing too."

Kiran smiled. "Well, Peter's not from this branch of the family. His great-grandmother and mine were sisters, but his mated with a nice vampire from a wealthy family and mine mated with a rogue werewolf."

"A werewolf? They exist?" 

"Yes, dear. They do exist, and I descended from that union. My great-grandparents never mated in the way of the Were, but my great-grandfather did pass on some of his Were traits when they had kids, and a tendency to have a little litter of children each pregnancy is one of them." 

"A little litter of children?"

"Yeah, I know, but how else do you want me to describe it?"

"Fine. Whatever. So how is it that your last name is still Channing if your great-grandmother married someone who was obviously not a Channing."

"She kept her last name, as did Peter's grandmother. Our last name speaks of the power that we hold as one of the oldest vampire families. We would be foolish to give that up." 

"This is an awful lot to take in at once, Kiran. Especially considering that we just got back together a few hours ago." 

"I know. You're handling it like a champ. I would expect nothing less from a sexy, strong, and sophisticated woman like you. If you'd like, we can focus on something else." 

"Like what?"

Kiran's smile spoke of his intent. His lips were pressed against hers in short order and he was stealing her breath away. His body pressed hers down into the mattress as he rolled over on top of her. He feasted on her lips, savoring her taste, before he pulled away, panting. 

"Let's go, love. If we stay here any longer, my honorable intentions will go out the window." 

Jasmine nodded, her chest still heaving as she fought to catch her breath. She watched as Kiran stood up, his muscular body stretching upwards, and licked her lips. Oh, she couldn't wait to properly devour that man's body. 

******

Jasmine felt like a princess in the long, flowing, organza covered, red silk dress that Candace had finally decided on. She felt a little bad that the whole 'three bitches ordeal,' as she called it, had cut the bridal party down by half, but the Candace didn't seem to mind. In fact, Jasmine was sure that the only thing that Candace knew and cared about at that moment was that she was by Peter's side and that was where she was always meant to be. 

Jasmine ignored the pointed looks that Kiran shot her throughout the entire ceremony. She was still slightly miffed at him for withholding information and no amount of pussy-eating was going to clear it up...although it did help a lot. They were waiting for Valentine's Day to have sex and she was hoping that it would be well worth the wait. 

Jasmine watched tearfully as her best friend in the world pledged her long life to the man of her dreams and she knew that she would be next. It was nice, knowing that she would live just as long as her friend. It would have been sad to fade away as her friend stayed young. Now, it wasn't an issue. 

At the reception, Jasmine found herself being introduced to many of Kiran's family members. There were so many of them that the reception seemed to be overflowing with people. Candace had a large family too, but the Channing clan outnumbered them almost two to one. 

She made a tenuous peace with Kiran's sisters, knowing that family was very important to Kiran and that it would be easier for him if they weren't fighting. Jasmine did, however, issue a secret threat, letting them know that if they interfered in her life again with malicious intent, she would end them. There would be no stopping her and no mercy shown to them; it was as simple as that. 

Of all the new family Jasmine was about to acquire, two stuck out in her mind, Kiran's cousin, Eli, and Kiran's twin brother, Kyan. Eli and Kyan were apparently two of the few dark sheep of the family. Where most everyone else had flaming red hair, the pair battled silky manes the color of midnight in the country...pitch black and when the light hit their hair just right, it sparkled as if the stars had taken residence there. Where Eli's eyes were a brilliant green, Kyan's were the same blue of his twin. 

Kyan also shared his brother's height and large, muscular build, with abs that were meant to have quarters bounced off of them, biceps that bulged beneath the classy black suit that he was wearing, and legs that reminded Jasmine of thick logs. He topped it all off with a lopsided smile that was very similar to his brother's, though his lips were a bit fuller. 

The men in Kiran's branch of the family were taller and bulkier than most of the other Channings, perhaps due to their werewolf heritage. They reminded Jasmine of warriors, warriors disguised as gentlemen, and she was sure that when it came down to it, they were just as fierce as they looked. 

Jasmine had taken to Kyan, not at all put off by his gruff manners or his scowl that seemed to warn off others. She saw through his exterior to the sweet and gentle man on the inside and she wondered how long he had been hiding it. And for his part, Kyan seemed more than willing to allow Jasmine to intrude on his solitude, even letting her pull him out onto the dance floor at one point. He didn't stay long, but Kiran was amazed that she had even managed to get that much out of his loner brother. 

At the end of the night, Kyan pressed a kiss to her cheek, when his brother's back was turned, and thanked her for showing him a good time. He waited for his brother to join them and with a quick hug, Kyan left, walking off into the night. 

"How come you didn't mention your brother to Candace? She was so surprised to meet him today. I know you told me about him, but I assumed she knew too. But then, I'm sure she would have told me about him before when she was gushing over you if she had known. I mean, wow, he is gorgeous," Jasmine said to Kiran as they drove to his house. 

"Honestly, I didn't mention him because he's such a loner. There was no guarantee that she would ever even have met him, he's so elusive. I always know where he is, because we're twins, but I hardly ever see him. He only came to the wedding to meet you. He felt that I had met my soulmate through our bond and came to see you for himself. He told me that I didn't do you justice when describing your beauty to him."

"Oh? What did you say in response to that? I hope you thanked him." 

Kiran chuckled. "I threatened his life. He just smiled and walked off." 

"You threatened him for thinking that I look nice?"

"You are so lovely and all mine. If he wants to look at a beautiful woman, he should find his own." 

"You're crazy. You can't expect people to not look at me." 

"I suppose I can't, but I don't have to like it when they do."

"Speaking of looking at women, your cousin Eli seemed kind of preoccupied with staring at one of Candace's friends from work." Jasmine smiled as she skillfully changed the subject. 

"Eli is always preoccupied with someone, but he also has major commitment issues. When he finds his mate, she will be in for one hell of a fight. It'll be one step forward, two steps back for sure." 

"Like a dance. Well, whoever she is, she'll have one good looking dance partner," Jasmine commented. 

"See, this is why I'm overly possessive. Why must you tell me when you think my relatives are good looking?" Kiran grumbled. 

"Keeps you on your toes. I can't have you taking me for granted, you'll start slipping."

"Never, my love." 

They lapsed into silence, the anticipation building to a fever pitch as they neared Kiran's house. 

"So, are you ready for tonight, lovely?" Kiran asked, quietly. 

"I am. Are you ready?" 

"I have been since the moment I laid eyes on you. I'm just glad you want to."

"Anything for you, Kiran...and I do mean anything," Jasmine answered, her voice dipping into a sexy whisper. 

She watched Kiran adjust his cock below the steering wheel, his quiet moans breaking the silence. She looked him over, her tongue darting out quickly to run over her plump lips. He was so yummy and all hers. She could hardly wait for their long-awaited night to begin. Kiran had warned her that he might lose control at some point, but she was very much looking forward to that. 

When they pulled up outside of his large house, Jasmine smiled. The moment was close and the anticipation was killing her. She jumped out of the car, mindful of her dress, and shuffled ahead of him, knowing that he loved trailing behind her because it gave him a chance to stare at her behind. She gave her hips a little extra sway as she walked and heard Kiran's muffled groan. He was always so easy. 

He opened the door and made sure the house was secure before he let her leave the foyer. She smiled, knowing that it was just one of his quirks, one she'd come to appreciate. He truly cared for her safety and he showed her that same protective courtesy wherever they were. 

They relaxed briefly on the soft, black leather couch that sat in Kiran's spacious living room. They sat there, drinking in each other along with the glasses of water that they had grabbed from the kitchen, before they headed up the long staircase to Kiran's bedroom. 

Kiran hesitantly ushered Jasmine into his room, pointing out a box on the king-sized bed, which served as the setting for their mating. She smiled softly, brushing a kiss across his cheek before grabbing the box and heading into the bathroom. He was nervous that she would change her mind, she could tell, but there was nothing that would stop her from becoming his wife for all time.

Kiran had told her earlier that he had bought something special for her to wear for their first night together. Jasmine's excitement battled with her anxiousness to see what it was all day. Between Kiran's promises and the wedding, Jasmine's nerves were shot. She knew that Kiran was into some kind of freaky things, so she was half convinced it would be a dominatrix outfit. 

She placed the box on the cream-colored marble that surrounded the twin sinks and pried open the lid. Her first reaction was to gasp, but a laugh soon followed. Kiran was a trip. She held it up to herself and looked into the mirror, grinning as she imagined the reaction she would get from Kiran when she stepped out of the bathroom. 

Briefly, the thought of hopping in the Jacuzzi tub that sat off in a corner of the room flitted through Jasmine's mind, but she was impatient to get to the night's activities so she could finally become one with Kiran, body, soul, and mind. 

She struggled into the fabric, sliding the tight red material up her body. She could hear Kiran's restless pacing outside of the door, causing her to chuckle. She was almost ready to indulge him in his fantasy. If this was the way to rev his engine and push him into high gear, well, she was more than willing to do it. She pulled the boots out of the box, surprised at the height of the heels, but certain that Kiran would love the way she looked in them. Jasmine waited until she heard him call out to her to leave the bathroom.

Her entrance into the master bedroom was a calculated, sexy slink that had deep blue eyes riveted to her body. She felt the heat as they traveled from head to toe and stopping in their descent to ogle her breasts. But, to be fair, they were begging for attention. 

Kiran watched as his woman came out of the bathroom and he felt something inside of him shift from controlled desire to primal lust. It was a good thing that his hands were held immobile by the specially crafted handcuffs that bound him to the bed, or he would have spoiled the moment. He knew that the cuffs would be of little help to Jasmine once he fully lost himself, and that time was quickly approaching, but he would hold back as long as he could. 




Addicted Ch. 03



He was eager to use his prenaturnal senses to enhance his pleasure. He wanted to take it all in, to devour his mate with everything he had. He began at the top of her head, loving the way that her short spiked hair had been smoothed down to swoop across her forehead. Those brown eyes greedily ran over his body, feasting on the sight of him stretched out on the bed. She licked her lips and sucked in a breath as her eyes fell on his protruding manhood. Kiran was so damn hard, he could barely stand it, and Jasmine was the cause. Fuck, she was sexy. 

"Is that thick cock for me?" Jasmine purred, the tip of her tongue quickly running across her top lip. 

Kiran threw her a smug smile and continued his perusal of her body with his enhanced sight. His gaze drifted slowly down her neck, watching the blood pump through the veins of her neck. She was making him so hungry.

His eyes ran over the tops of her breasts, pushed up by the tight red material. The dark brown of her areola was just barely visible above the plunging neckline, teasing him with the knowledge that those delectable chocolate nipples were just below, waiting. The bodice hugged her tightly, accentuating the shapeliness of her body, dipping in above her hips and then flaring outward. 

From there, the tight, red skirt of her dress covered her. It hardly made it past the curve of her behind and Kiran was sure that if she bent over, she would be bared to his eager eyes. Her long legs were encased in black thigh-high boots with heels so tall, he wasn't sure how she was balancing on them, but he didn't really care.

"Kiran, this is the dress that I was wearing when you first saw me." 

He nodded. 

"It fits a little differently than I remember." 

"I might have had it...modified to accentuate that hot little body of yours." 

"Modified? This thing is like three inches shorter than it was when I first tried it on and about three times tighter. It barely makes it over my butt." 

Kiran chuckled, the way the dress emphasized her womanhood and her plump behind was sinful and oh, how he wanted to sin with his woman. He was at her mercy, but he was eager to get things going. "Baby, come over here and let me pleasure you," Kiran growled.

Jasmine threw him a devious smile. "I think I can pleasure myself just fine, thanks." 

Kiran frowned, but soon his look of disappointment faded into desire. He watched eagerly as Jasmine placed a heeled boot on the end of his king-sized bed. Her snatch was not only on display, it was practically dripping with her essence. He focused in on the rich brown of her pussy and the deep red of her clit, his mouth watering.

Jasmine ran her hands slowly over her body, toying with her thighs, raising her dress up a little higher, and cupping her large breasts. Pulling on the fabric, she slowly revealed them to the greedy gaze of her man, her fingers running light circles around her chocolate nipples. Kiran listened to the tiny pants and the gasps that accompanied her nipple play and they drove him crazy. 

His cock throbbed, becoming painful in its hardness. He needed relief and he needed it soon. His eyes fastened onto the hand that was making its way slowly down her torso, the fingers toying with the stitched design on the dress. She moved sinuously, carefully twisting and gyrating her hips to an unheard rhythm, one that spoke to Kiran on the basest of levels.

Those fingers that had been teasing her body were now playing with her juicy folds, circling her clit and stroking the hole that he longed to be filling. They spread the moisture that was present in copious amounts all around her snatch, making her slick, wet, glistening. Kiran wanted so badly to go to her and feast, but he used the little restraint he had to hold back. 

"Mmmm, Kiran. You make me so fucking wet. Would you like a taste?"

Kiran nodded, his red hair falling into the intense blue eyes that were glued to Jasmine's pussy. "Yes please." 

"Yes, please...who?" Jasmine knew what game he wanted to play and she was going to do her best to indulge him.

"Please, Mistress Jasmine, I want to taste you. Fuck, I need to do it so badly."

Jasmine stuck two of her fingers inside of her pussy and pulled them free, bringing them to her own lips and licking her juices off slowly. Kiran groaned, feeling the last of his self-control slipping from his grasp. She repeated the motions twice more and then with the next coating she spread the wetness around her exposed nipples, making them pebble tightly. 

Kiran knew the moment her fingers brushed her essence across those nipples that it was over. He strained against the handcuffs until the wood of his headboard gave, breaking apart and freeing him. He didn't even care that the cuffs were still hanging from his wrists, he needed his woman and he wanted her right then, the tease. 

Jasmine yelped when the headboard broke, but she didn't have time to move because as soon as she had thought to get out of the way, she had already been scooped up in Kiran's arms and one of her breasts was pressed to his mouth. 

"Oh shit, what the hell, Kiran?" Jasmine asked, half speaking, mostly moaning the words. 

He pulled his head back briefly. "This is what you get for teasing me...I needed to taste you." 

He turned and placed her on the bed carefully, making sure not to lose his grip on her nipple in his mouth. He suckled at her breasts while he pulled the rest of her dress off. When she was bared to his gaze, he pulled back, visually devouring her body. After a moment of indecision, Kiran pulled the boots from her feet as well. She moaned as his hands stroked over her body, spreading her legs open, readying her for his loving. 

His guttural moan and the hungry look that accompanied it were more than Jasmine could bear. "Fuck, Kiran, take me!" 

He continued to smile as he lowered his face between her thighs. "Oh, no no no, love. I am going to taste you. I didn't break my bed for nothing and I will have my cravings satisfied." 

Jasmine bit her bottom lip, watching Kiran's head lower, and with a flick of his tongue across her clit, she screamed out his name. Her hands wrapped themselves firmly in his thick red locks, pressing him closer to her sweetness. Kiran lapped at her clit, building her up toward an explosion that she was anticipating. Just when she thought she would explode, he backed off, retreating to other parts of her pussy, nibbling on her lips and teasing her folds. His hands fumbled with the handcuffs, removing them from his wrists and throwing them over his shoulder.

"Kiran, you asshole. I thought I was the one that was supposed to tease you?" Jasmine panted.

"You did, love, all too well. Now, I must take my pleasure and feast on your body. Forgive me if I don't want it to end too soon." And with those words, Kiran went back to devouring her, gently biting her clit and drinking in the fluids that gushed from her. 

Jasmine gripped the sheets so hard that she feared that they would rip, though that fear was swiftly wiped from her mind by the insistent tongue and probing fingers that drew orgasm upon orgasm from her. By the time Kiran was done taking his fill of her taste, she would be of no use to anyone. She didn't even manage to protest when one of his fingers slipped down and surveyed her rosebud, pressing forward and sawing in and out of there while the fingers of his other hand buried themselves inside her cunt. She wasn't one for anal play, not really, but with Kiran, she felt as if nothing was off limits. She would let him do just about anything to her body because she trusted him and above all else, she loved him. 

Kiran ate his woman until he could no longer ignore his cock's protests. He never realized that his dick could get that hard. And so it was with a twinge of disappointment, tempered by his excitement and the sense of anticipation that had been riding him since their time in the hotel room, that he extracted himself from his lovely mate's thighs. He placed a quick kiss on her clit and watched as Jasmine began writhing anew, her back arching as another climax ripped through her. She was so sensitized at that point, it didn't take much to push her over the edge. 

He positioned himself over her, placing his thick member at her entrance. Kiran claimed a deep kiss, trying to convey his love and desire through that kiss, and Jasmine responded in turn. It seemed that she didn't mind that his mouth was slick with her juices, she buried her tongue in his mouth with a fervent desire that shot straight to his already throbbing cock.

"Baby. Are you sure that you want to do this?"

Jasmine managed a weak chuckle, her energy sapped by the constant pleasure he had inflicted on her. "I wouldn't have let you come back to my home after the first day we met if I wasn't serious about you. I love you, Kiran. Become one with me." 

Kiran surged forward, his thick cock bottoming out inside of her tight sheath, her copious fluids helping to ease his entrance. He groaned, fighting for control once more, for he felt as if he might explode right then and there. He paused, waiting for the feeling to pass and then began his possession of his mate. He wanted everything and in turn he would give her his all. 

Faster and faster he moved, his cock a blur, his balls barely having time to slap against her ass, loving the sounds she made as he claimed her. The moans, the sighs, the screams, they were all music to his ears. He even delighted in the way the bed groaned beneath their bodies, protesting the speed, the fierceness of their joining. He wanted more. He pulled her closer to him, feeling her chest press against his own and her breathing hot on his ear. She met his thrusts with increasing vigor and gave him just what he needed to reach his peak.

"K-Kiran..." she sighed. 

"Oh, love, your pussy feels so damn good. Keep squeezing me, honey. I'm getting close," Kiran murmured against the soft hair of his love. 

It was time. Kiran trailed small kisses from her forehead down to her neck. He rested his lips against her pulse and felt it accelerate beneath the sweat-slicked skin. His cock continued to plow into her body, her cries of pleasure growing louder, shriller, and it made his hips speed up, needing to reach his peak when Jasmine found hers. 

He raised his head briefly, looking into the face of his love and drinking in the way her eyes were screwed shut, the flair of her nostrils, the 'o' of her mouth. She was beautiful, so beautiful, and all his. Fuck. Possessive now, possessive always...possessive very. 

"Mine..." Kiran growled and lowered his mouth to her neck once again. 

He bit down into her, drinking and savoring the sweet spiciness of her blood. Jasmine cried out, her orgasm crashing down on her suddenly, stealing the breath from her lungs as Kiran drank from her body. 

Jasmine had the fleeting thought that now she knew what Candace was talking about when darkness took her, the pleasure still racing through her body. 

******

Kiran sat back and laughed with his cousins, not minding at all the way they teased him. And why would he? He had found his mate, claimed her, and now she was strutting around carrying his children. And man, that woman could strut. Just thinking about it made his blood boil. 

"Kody, you can't be serious. Tell us again. How many is she having?" Justin asked as he got himself together.

"Four little Channings, three boys and one girl." Kiran beamed. He couldn't even be ashamed or embarrassed at the number. In fact, it made him feel alive, virile. 

"Aren't you a stud? I didn't think Mistress Jasmine would let you near her once you told her about the multiple birth thing," Peter teased. 

"She probably won't anymore once she finds out how many she's really packing in there," Paul added.

They laughed again, the good-natured ribbing over a couple of beers making them feel jovial. It had been a while since they all had the chance to go out together, with Peter spending most of his time at home helping Candace with their almost 6-month-old daughter, Lilith Jasmina Channing. 

Kiran had been spending a fair amount of time over their house, and had been since the baby was a few weeks old, learning the ins and outs of baby care, preparing for the day when his own young would grace the world with their presence.

From the moment he found out that past July that his woman was pregnant, he had taken it upon himself to learn the things about child rearing that he knew nothing about. He gave Peter and Candace time to get used to being parents and settle in before he came calling, looking for advice and experience. 

Candace and Peter both had teased him mercilessly, but they also applauded his efforts. Jasmine, for her part, just smiled that serene smile of hers, giggled incessantly, and watched avidly as he struggled to put diapers on the squirming bundle of baby. It was only the looks that he shot her that quieted her laughter. She loved him for his efforts, he knew, and maybe one day he would look back on it and laugh, but in the moment, it wasn't a laughing matter.

From feeding to clothing the baby, he had done it all until he was satisfied that he would be prepared for the quadruplets that were going to be born that April. Jasmine had been surprised that her gestation period was still going to be 9 months, but as Kiran had explained, vampire children aged slightly slower than their human counterparts, but in the womb, they still developed at about the same rate. It wasn't until they reached the age of majority that their aging would truly slow, keeping them looking youthful for many years afterward. 

Jasmine was currently at Candace's house, her feet elevated, watching some cheesy dating show or another and eating...anchovies and ice cream. He pulled a face and retreated from the depths of her mind. She could keep that experience to herself. 

"So, are you two going to have any more kids after this first batch? I mean, four is a lot of kids in general," Justin questioned, his tone more serious.

"She said she isn't having four sets of anything...so I've got at least two more go rounds," Kiran answered with a wry smile. 

"Yeah right, Kody. Jasmine probably won't even want to look at you once she gets through pushing those babies out," Peter joked. 

"You'll see, we'll have enough kids to have our own baseball team by the time we're done. Now if you will excuse me, I have a brother to meet and a wife to pick up." Kiran threw down the money to pay for his drinks and with a parting hug for each of his cousins, he left. 

Kiran waited next to his car in the lot, knowing that his brother was coming to meet him there. 

"Kody, it's been a while," Kyan greeted him as he stepped from the shadows.

"I haven't seen you since my wedding, brother. I suppose this means it's time, huh? My wife is quite round, as you said she would be so many months ago," Kiran replied, hugging his brother to him.

"Quite round is an understatement. How she can stay looking so beautiful even though she's a veritable school bus for future Channings is beyond me. Poor girl." 

"Hey, that's my mate you're talking about, so watch it. And yes, she's is damn beautiful. I love the way she looks carrying our children. Just don't let her hear you say anything about how round her belly is, she'll rip your head off...literally." 

Kyan laughed. "Thanks for the warning."

"No problem, Kyan. Now, let's go pick up my woman. I miss her something fierce. I hope you don't mind if you're on your own for part of tomorrow, it's our one year anniversary." 

"Valentine's Day, I remember. Who would have thought you would be such a romantic, Kody, waiting for V-Day to claim your woman. When I find mine, I won't be waiting as patiently as you." 

"So you say now. We'll see." Kiran grinned at his brother and jumped in the car. 

"We shall," Kyan whispered, mostly to himself. He held in the sigh that threatened to escape. 

Kyan had waited so long for his mate and now it seemed that things were starting to fall into place. He was ready for her, whoever she was. 



Addicted Ch. 03



As my orgasm ebbed I started crying. The fingers withdrew and a cock pushed its way easily into my pussy. It stroked inside me a couple of times and then found its way into my ass. It felt awkward to get fucked in this position, but the guy seemed to manage. 

Another cock presented itself at my mouth. I opened and took it in. If they noticed my tears, they didn't say anything. Both cocks were hard. Both were close. I felt a bizarre satisfaction at turning them on. I felt a third cock rub against my left foot. The guy was jerking off and rubbing himself on the sole of my foot.

From their sounds I could tell that the guys would all come soon.

"Let's jizz on her face!" one of them said.

"Sure, me first." The cock thrust deep into my mouth, then pulled out. The guy moved in close and spewed on my nose and lips. I snaked my tongue out for a taste. Some of his come ran into my eyes. I couldn't blink away the burning. The guy at my foot was next. Finally the guy in my ass pulled out, gave me a slap and came all over my forehead and eyes. He was deliberately trying to make my eyes burn.

What the hell of I done? Why did I give in again? 

Chuckling to themselves, the guys walked back upstairs. They left me tied up in the basement. My eyes burned from their semen. My body ached. I was scared. I wanted to go home.

Why did I fucking do it? I knew it would come to this. I knew I would end up fucked up. Sure I had some mind-blowing orgasms, but was it worth it? I had a few brief moments where I felt deliciously alive. But now I felt as though I might die. My wrists hurt, my ankles hurt. My ass was a firey dull ache. My lips and eyes burned. I was scared. I was ashamed. I wanted to go home.

Fuck. What an addiction.