3 comments/ 63077 views/ 9 favorites The Power of Pleasure By: MasterLorn The rushing sound of the pouring rain filled the room as Monica stepped out of the steady flood falling outside and into the cool, dark, quiet of her entryway. Tired and covered in water, she stepped out of her high-heeled shoes and hung her wet coat on the rack near the door. Slamming the door on the noise and wet, she walked slowly toward her bar to get a drink. Monica ran her hand through her honey blond hair, fluffing its damp curls. It was well after seven in the evening, and she had had a very stressful day. She grabbed a shaker and poured pre-made margarita mix into it from the fridge behind the bar, following it with a heavy shot of tequila. Leaning heavily on the bar, she used one hand to undo the top few buttons on her blouse, exposing the lily-white bra she wore underneath. Even with her coat on, it had still gotten wet, so she needed to take it off and hang it to dry. As far as she knew she was alone in the large apartment, so she stripped it off, picked up her margarita glass, and walked slowly to her bedroom. Entering her bedroom, she moved to her closet. Suddenly her lights went out, and with a curse she stepped back to her light switch to flip it back and forth with no result. Hanging her shirt on the closet door, she unhooked her bra and laid it on her laundry basket, then stepped out of her skirt. No point in being in her wet skirt any longer. Especially with the lights out, her neighbors weren't going to be seeing her walking around her apartment naked. Wearing only her garter belt, panties, and stockings, she walked back to the bar for a refill. It was refreshing to feel her large firm breasts swing and move as she walked back across the large, dark living room. As she approached the bar, her toes encountered some water on the floor, and she shook her head, berating herself for dripping so much on her expensive carpet. At the bar, she found the shaker by feel, and poured the rest of her batch into the glass. A breath of air at her back set the hair on her neck and head on end, and suddenly she knew she was not alone in the darkened room. As quietly as she could, she felt around for a flashlight, and didn't find the one she normally kept there. Panic gripped her, and she began to be frantic. With iron strength, someone grabbed her shoulder and pulled her out from behind the bar. She felt herself being spun around, and in the dim illumination from a passing car outside on the street, she looked into the eyes of a tall, well built man. His hair was light colored, and almost shoulders length. Even though the face vanished once more into the darkness around them, she felt compelled by its serene beauty. She felt her skin grow hot, and the blood rushed to her face as she realized that he had just looked at her mostly nude body in the soft light. She tried to pull her hands away from his hands to cover herself, but could not pull away from his solid grip. If it had not been for his hands on her wrists, she would not have known he was standing in front of her, he was that still. He released her wrists, and stepped up close to her. Her mind screamed to her to run, to strike out, anything. Her body did not respond to her commands, and with growing panic, she knew she was not in control of it any longer. With a slight shove, the strange man pushed her over to the couch, and slid his hand along her jaw, tracing her neck down to her shoulders. She whimpered quietly at his touch, and to her surprise it was more expectation his intensions than in fear at what he might do to her. Her body felt electric, and the sensation of being able to feel all of her skin at once brought a shudder to her. Her eyes flew wide in the darkness, and she writhed on the couch, shocked by the sensations she was feeling. Never before had she felt so alive, so aware of everything around her. The cool air embraced her skin, the soft couch caressed her skin, and the trail of her hair tickled her shoulders. The garter belt was soft and slightly scratchy. Her hose stroked her thighs as she moved, and her satiny panties teased the now ultra sensitive lips of her vagina. The man let his hand travel down her body, slowly touching all her soft feminine curves. As he slid his fingers over her now erect nipples, she arched her back, searching for more contact, amazed at the need that was consuming her. Sharp fingernails traced along her belly, and she shuddered as she felt her panties part like soft paper under the knife-like edge that slid under them. Monica was amazed as she felt them fall away, and fear tickled at the back of her mind, afraid that he would use the knife on her he had used on the underwear. With his fingers so close to her sex, her groin seemed to pulse with a life of it's own, and an unbelievable heat had begun to build inside of her. She could feel the juices coating her insides, and the need for fulfillment ached through her. Lust coated her body, and she felt at a loss as he stepped away from her. Her hands, suddenly free, caressed her hot, throbbing skin. She could not believe how good it felt to touch herself, and the mere act of sliding her own manicured fingers along her face and neck sent shivers of pleasure through her. Mewling softly, she reached down and cupped her full, heaving breasts, flicking the nipples. Monica had never felt her body so alive, so awake to the pleasure of touch. Shudders of ecstasy shook her, and her mewl became a gasp of amazed shock, as her hands pinched her nipples hard, fully aware that it had not been herself who controlled them. That's right my dear. The Voice said. Having looked into your eyes, I can bring you much pleasure, whether you want me to or not. You may call me Master. You have nothing to fear, I have only your best interests at heart. She realized that the words had not been spoken out loud, and the only sounds in the room were of her frenzied hands caressing her own skin. Firmly pressing her hands to her ribs, she slid them down along the line of her body, until she touched the tops of her thighs. The sensation of sliding her own nails along the inside of her thighs made her quake with approaching orgasm! She had not even touched her hot, wet vagina and already she shook with tremors of pleasure. Suddenly, a force stopped her hands. They stayed pressed firmly on the insides of her thighs as though ropes of steel bound them. She moaned in frustration, her body aching with the need for contact with her aroused sex. The sound of soft cloth rubbing together came to her ears, and she felt the cool touch of lips to her neck. Soft nibbles and licks made her quiver. Her body tried to arch up to meet the person hanging over her, to no avail. Only her neck could make contact, and the rest of her body became even more alive with this sensory denial. Rough, strong hands slid along her arms, as his tongue worked its way down her shoulder, and along the clavicle. Whimpers of pure lust came out of her, and her breath came in quick, sharp gasps. Only her head was free to thrash now, as she shook with anticipation as the stranger worked his way down to her heaving bosom. Soft licks left her skin on fire. Lower and lower, until his mouth hovered around her throbbing nipple. The areola felt the first tentative touch of his tongue, and it was with a sob that she felt him begin to take her engorged tip into his mouth. Her whole being was focused on that one source of contact, and all her shuddering energy reached a razors' width of falling into the abyss of no return. She could feel him sucking her nipple deep into his mouth. A sudden sharp pain hit her mind, as she felt sharp teeth pierce her skin, and orgasm wracked her body. Unbelievable pleasure washed over her, and her mind seemed to roll like a fish caught in tumultuous surf. Out of control, she screamed with pleasure, and found that her hands were free to grasp the man by the head and hold him at her quaking breast, unwilling to let the pleasure stop. Slowly the pleasure abated, until in a deep fog, she noticed that the lights had come back on. Looking down at her breast, she saw the beautiful man, his face contorted in pleasure. He removed her hands gently, and leaned back on his toes. Looking down at her breast, she noticed two tiny puncture marks near her nipple, which still throbbed with pleasure. A little blood leaked away from it, but somehow Monica could not bring herself to care. She sat forward and reached for this man who had brought her such pleasure. If he could do that by merely sucking on her nipple, she couldn't wait to find out what he would do when he made love to her. She leaned forward and kissed him, her mouth hungrily attacking his. She could taste the slightly metallic taste of her blood there. Their tongues dueled heatedly, and a quiet, solitary part of her mind noted the fangs she found in his mouth. Her passion did not flag at all though, her need for his manhood was too encompassing. The vampire undid his pants while she unbuttoned his shirt. As they kissed, she pushed the silk shirt off his broad shoulders, sliding her hands along his smooth alabaster skin. Monica slid her hands down along his hips, until she could feel his penis in her hand. She sat back and swallowed hard, he was large. Not massive, but larger than any man she had been with in her life. He was at least nine inches long, and thick as large cucumber. Their eyes met once more, and once again she could feel the heat begin to fill her body. Monica pushed him back, laying his amazing body out on the floor for her to look at. Pressing herself on him, she began to lick and suck his shoulders and chest, as his hands caressed her face and tangled in her hair. She found his scent intoxicating, like roses and fine wine mixed together. Her mouth moved down his body, nuzzling his tiny red nipples that crinkled and got hard at her nearness. She touched the downy soft hair that covered his chest, and she licked along its edge, enthralled with the feel of his skin on her tongue. Just below his belly button she came to his throbbing maleness. She avoided its shining whiteness, kissing her way down alongside it. Approaching the base of his erection, she licked her way around it, bringing the first sound she had from her visitor. She softly tongued his testes, taking them into her mouth, one at a time. This was the first time she had ever done anything like this, but it seemed the most natural thing in the world to her at the moment. Slowly she began to lick and suck her way back up the length of his manhood. As she approached the crown, she took his length in her hand, and gently licked around its circumference. Another groan came softly from the man in her grasp. Gently she took him in her mouth, pushing his foreskin back with her fingers, sucking his large round form into her hot, wet mouth. She worked her mouth down over him, working her tongue around his form, using it to tickle and entice. Slowly she worked him deeper into her throat, getting the first half in before coming up for air. Again she pushed her mouth down, trying hard to get his whole length in. Again she failed, coming back up for air. Determination filled her, and she pushed down, angling her neck as she felt his length pass her gag reflex, and she took him deep into her throat. She felt joy at the feel of his pubic hair against her nose, amazed that she could take the full length. A gasp of surprise came from the man under her, and it was with great pride that she began to fuck the entire length of his cock in and out of her throat, coming up for air in between, learning how to move her tongue around him, to use it to give him more pleasure. His penis began to throb and pulsate, and she knew that she could make him orgasm like this very quickly, and the thought of it was making her pussy smolder with heat and passion. Suddenly she was forced to pull up off him, as he exerted his mental control over her. A wave of intense sensation spilled through her, and she fell forward onto him. Like a rag doll, she was lifted and laid on the soft-carpeted floor. Her tremors had not ceased when she felt him position his lance at her opening. When the tremors stopped, she put her hands on his forearms, as the head of his huge cock split her lips. She could feel her copious fluids sliding down the cheeks of her ass as he slid into her. Monica was not sure she could take all of him to begin with. He was just so...large. Her lover pushed the first half of himself into her, then pulled back out slowly, letting her feel him leaving her. She moaned in frustration as her need to be filled was being frustrated. Just as he was about to fully leave her, with a thrust of hips he slid back inside, pushing and inch farther this time. Her vaginal muscles tight with protest at the invasion, her nerves shouting at the pleasure he was bringing to her. Distantly she identified a whining moan as a sound coming from her own throat. Again he pulled back almost to the point of pulling completely out before sliding his length even deeper into her vagina. Never had a man touched her where he was filling her. Echoes of ecstasy rocked through her body, as with each stroke her orgasm built, her body getting tight like a fiddle string ready to be stroked to perfect music. With a shock she felt him rub his pelvic bone against her engorge clitoris, and her orgasm began to rock her body. She had his full length inside her, filling her up! She cried out in shock at the power of the feeling shooting through her, and with amazing strength and speed, he began to fuck her. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her, from her completely filled pussy all the way up her body. Her nipples shot sensation through her where they rubbed against his downy chest hair, her hands running alongside his perfect chest, urging him on. He fucked her hard until her orgasm began to retreat, letting it simmer down before changing his pace, rolling his hips and staggering his thrusts, which began another ascent of pleasure before the other had slipped totally away. Her blue eyes wide with shock and awe at what her body was doing, she began a sobbing wail of pleasure. She locked eyes with the vampire thrusting into her. "You may enjoy yourself now my sweet, but in the future you will beg me for this kind of release. So cum, and tomorrow, we will begin your training." Her orgasm was powerful, and the feel of release spiraled out of control, until she slipped over the edge of consciousness. Her last thought was that for this kind of pleasure she would do almost anything. A chuckle in her mind answered her; You will do anything I wish. And then all was darkness. The Power of Pleasure Ch. 02 Monica had spent the day dreading going home. Her fear came from the conviction that someone waited for her in her house. She didn't know who he was, or how he would be there but she knew that he would be there. Last night she had been attacked by the stranger and made to be so...wanton. When she awoke this morning there had been no one in her house but her, and everything was in order. It was as if what had happened the night before had all been a dream. There were not even any marks on her breast where he had bitten her. But in her heart she knew he would be there. Being a busy woman, she had plenty to do, plenty to keep her occupied. All day long she had tried to find things to occupy her evening. She had asked a couple of her friends at work if they wanted to go out for a drink and have some fun after work but they had all declined, being busy with one thing or another. With increasing dread Monica looked out of her cubicle window and watched the sun approach the horizon, and eventually sink beneath its line. Shortly after the sky was dark, a growing itch started in her mind. Trying desperately to complete the work she was trying to concentrate on, she became aware that her nipples were erect of their own accord. Her pussy was wet, and her clitoris had begun to emit its own little buzz. Her cubicle, which normally felt pleasantly cool to her, began to feel stifling hot. She found her mind wandering, until with a start she realized that unconsciously she had begun to run her pen around the straining peaks of her areola, the one where he had bitten her. Standing up so swiftly Monica knocked her chair over. Turning to stand it up she brushed a pile of papers that also fell to the floor. Disgusted with her senseless reaction, she got down to pick up the papers with a deep felt curse. Down the hall she heard the soft foot steps of someone coming toward her. "Monica? Is everything o.k.?" Questioned her secretary Lisa. "I'm fine Lisa. I just made a mess." Monica replied, looking over her shoulder at her dark haired friend. Lisa was twenty-three and cute. Long dark brown hair framed a smooth tanned face, over a moderate bust and shapely curves. Lisa's lips were colored with a bright shade of lipstick, making her succulent mouth stand out. What would Lisa's mouth taste like? Does Lisa taste as good as she looks? Looking at the woman over her shoulder, Monica felt her pussy throb with heat. An unnerving urge to go kiss her and find out formed unbidden in the back of her mind. Startled by the reaction, Monica frantically began to pick up the papers in an effort not to look at the woman again. You are not into women! Monica yelled to herself. With a sense of fear Monica realized that Lisa was coming closer to her, could smell the sweet electric scent of the secretaries perfume making her breath come just a little faster and things tighten deep inside her body. A burning throb had started in her loins, and there was a building sense of pressure coming from her loins. Lisa knelt down and began gathering up the papers with her boss. The frantic motions of this woman who was normally so calm and in control had the young woman concerned. Getting the last of the papers together, Lisa grabbed the manila file and placed them back into it, looking up to see if Monica had hers evened up, ready to put away. It took her a second, but Lisa realized that Monica had been looking down her top. Surprised, Lisa didn't know what to think. The young secretary was used to men looking down her top, but not many women were so bold as to be looking, even if they were interested. On impulse Lisa reached out and took Monica by the hand, grasping it over top of the papers. "Let me take these from you." Lisa said with a smile. At the touch from the brunette Monica gasped, the feel of Lisa's hot hand covering her own exquisite. The heat seemed to transfer itself directly to Monica's swollen bosom. Monica could only kneel there grasping her lip between her teeth, head swirling at the sensation running up and down her body. Lisa took the papers from Monica and put them in the folder, then placed them on the nearby desk. Using her now empty other hand Lisa helped Monica stand. Lisa noticed that Monica's face was flushed, and unless she missed her guess, Monica had a serious case of THO. With a look of concern, Lisa touched Monica's face. "Is everything all right Ms. Preston? You seem very flushed all of a sudden." Lisa asked. "I'm...fine." Monica responds. "I'm just feeling very strange suddenly." "Strange how? You mean like your dizzy or something?" "No...everything is crystal clear. I just don't normally feel like this." Monica said trying hard not to look Lisa in the eye as she said it. "What do you feel like? You're being really vague. You could actually be feeling good and just not admitting it." Lisa joked, trying to get her friend to express what was going on. "I don't want to explain it." Monica said. "Tell me, I can't help you if I don't know what's going on." "I feel like I've been engaged in foreplay for a couple hours and really badly need to cum." Monica blurted her hand flying up to cover her mouth after the words flew out. "I never expected that from you." Lisa laughed after a moment. "I thought it looked like you were all worked up, but didn't know why." "I don't know why I did, but when you said 'Tell me' I couldn't stop myself." Monica said with fear in her eyes. "I couldn't control myself." "Don't worry, I'm sure it was just one of those moments when we all do or say weird things." A wicked gleam came into her eyes. "Have you ever had fantasies about having sex with me? Tell me." A look of pure horror came on Monica's face. Quickly she covered her mouth with her hands and said something quietly behind them. Lisa's grin became even wicked and she said "Put your hands at your sides now, and say it clearly." In a tiny strangled voice Monica said "I was wondering how you tasted a few minutes ago." "Reeeeeeaalllly. How very interesting Monica. Now you have me wondering what is going on here. Do you have to do what I say for some strange reason?" Lisa asked as she moved slowly around her boss, looking her up and down. "I don't know. I just know that when you gave me an order I couldn't stop myself." Monica answered. "Well that's very strange. Lets see how far this goes to. I can't let you go out on the street like this and have some stranger having his way with you because you can't say 'no' now can I? I wouldn't be much of a friend." Lisa said stopping behind her boss. "Go lock your door, Ms. Preston." Slowly Monica walked over to her office door and closed it. A look of wonder and fear covered her face as she could not stop herself from doing as she was told. "Now take off your blouse." Lisa said, sitting on the edge of the desk. "I will not! I am your boss and this kind of behavior could get me fired!" Monica snarled, while at the same time she undid the buttons and shrugged out of her blouse. With smooth steady movements she folded it and placed it on the desk next to her secretary Lisa. Monica was mortified that she had not been able to stop herself from taking off the blouse. When she had placed the blouse on the desk, she stood covering her breasts with her hands, ashamed that she no longer had a shirt on. "Well you sure did what you were told. Hmmmm. What next....how about your panties, I want to see them and see if you are as turned on as you claim to be. Take them off and hand them to me." Lisa's own pussy was wet and hot. It had been a couple of weeks since she had had any good sex and her fertile mind could think up all kinds of fun things to do with a girl who could not tell her 'no'. As Monica pulled up her skirt and then slid her panties down her legs Lisa couldn't stop her own hand from brushing lightly over her own nipples. The panties were soaking wet, and the heady aroma of female juices hung heavy in the office as Monica placed her underwear in Lisa's hand. From the way they felt juice was going to be running down her boss's leg any second now. "So you wondered how I taste eh? How about you slide your finger in my pussy and rub it around inside so that you can get a good taste." Lisa pulled up her dress and showed her luscious boss her purple panties. Monica stepped forward and slid her hand into Lisa's underwear. Her face was contorted in horror as she tried desperately to stop herself from following the woman's command. At the same time her breath was coming in near huffing gasps as she felt her arousal reaching all time highs. Monica slid first one finger and then a second into the hot wet interior of her secretary, feeling little rocket pops going off in her own vagina. Lisa moaned appreciatively, sighing in disappointment as Monica drew her fingers out and put them into her mouth, sucking and licking them clean, intoxicated with the smell and taste of the aroused young woman next to her. Lisa reached out and fondled Monica's swollen breasts, cupping and pinching the nipples lightly. Monica shuddered and had to grab onto Lisa's arms for support as her body shook in ecstasy, reaching all time highs with no sign of orgasm. "That's right my Pet. You will beg to orgasm long and loud before I allow you to orgasm. I told you I control your body, and your orgasms with it. I will train you to cum when ordered, and not until. I want you to service this woman and bring her home with you. Now get busy, I have no way of forcing her to enjoy what you are doing, it is all up to you. You will not orgasm until you are with me again, think on that, and know there is no escape from your own body." Monica heard in her head the vampire from the night before, and through the fog of her own lust felt the stab of pure fear at knowing he was in her mind. "I've never been into women! I don't know if I want to do this..." Monica said as her rational mind tried to take over again, tried to push the possessive force controlling her away. "You are now Pet. I will see to it that you find yourself unable to resist the lustful advances of any woman that wants you. I have no need for a pet with hang-ups. You will do as I say, when I say it, or I will search out new ways to degrade you. From now on you will refer to her as 'Mistress' unless in the presence of others. Now service her and speak to me no more!" her Master lashed out at her psychically, causing her to cry out and gasp, just as Lisa's wandering hands reached Monica's swollen and dripping pussy. "I think you were into women all this time and just didn't know it. You are sure excited. Wow I have never seen anyone have that reaction when just touched down there!" Lisa said with a lascivious grin on her face, attributing the reaction to her touch. "Please let me service you Mistress!" Monica begged, being driven mad by the swirls and strokes to her desperately aroused organs, yet denied the ability to orgasm. "Wow, you are submissive. 'Mistress' is it? All right I will play along. Except...how do you wish to service me?" Lisa asked, being very turned on by the submission of her former boss. "I wish to perform oral sex on you Mistress." Monica said quietly, mumbling. "No, I want the dirty words Monica. You know them. And say them loudly." Lisa said sternly. "I want to suck your pussy please Mistress. I want to suck your juices and lap your clit until you explode on my face!" Monica said, her face once more burning red. "First I want you to suck my nipples slave. I need to feel your lips around my tips, and then I will let you eat my cunt." Lisa said with a groan, unbuttoning her blouse, and then unhooking the front clasps on her bra. Lisa had nicely rounded breasts, with no sag to them. The perky nipples were very hard. Lisa slid her hands behind Monica's head and pulled the blond woman's head down to her bosom, groaning with satisfaction as hot lips circled around her swollen nipples. The secretary wrapped her hands in the blond woman's long tresses, using them as a handle to move her boss from one needy breast to the other, feeling the degraded woman's hands sliding tentatively around her body. With one sweep, Lisa pushed all the papers they had just picked up back onto the floor and lay back, detaching her boss from her distended nipple with a pop. Using Monica's head as a handle still, Lisa guided her face down to Lisa's crotch. "Pull my panties aside and lick me. Lick my hot pussy." Lisa ordered, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Monica did as she was told, using her tongue in a flat spooning fashion, licking the outside of her friends slit. Up and down Lisa moved her head, until Monica began to lap of her own accord, splitting the vaginal lips and finding the swollen bud of the darker haired woman's clitoris. At once Monica began to suck and stroke the clitoris as best she could, remembering what felt good to her when her boyfriends had done it to her, and improvising. Lisa began to spasm and thrash under the tongue lashing, becoming more and more violent in her impending orgasm. With a great cry the dark haired woman came, juices pouring out of her throbbing slit and into Monica's mouth. "Wow that was good." Lisa said with a sigh as she began to come down from the orgasmic high. "I need some of that every day. Hell if it is always that good I might switch parties!" Lisa said with a chuckle. "No I still want to have a big cock fucking me there. I love the feeling of being filled. How about you Monica, you like to be filled by a big cock?" "Yes I do Mistress." Monica relied, trying to think of a way to get this woman to come home with her. "I have several under my bed at home if you would like to come and try them out." Monica said, voice trembling with need, her breath coming in little gasps as her own need to orgasm remained unabated. How Monica wanted to rub her pussy on something, her own fingers, the door knob or something. "I'm sorry dear, I'll bet you need to cum. Now stand up here and let me look at you." Lisa said with a look of kindness and concern. "I would love to come to your house and try out your toys. I have several at home but they are boring to me now. But first let me get you off." "Yes Mistress, please, I need to cum so bad." Monica begged. Lisa ran her hands down Monica's body, fingering the prominent nipples and then slipping a finger into the other woman's bush. Monica's body shook and shivered, torn in the wind of her need. "OOOOOH that feels so good! I am right on the edge, please stroke my clit more!" Monica gasped, leaning forward to kiss the dark haired woman in front of her. Lisa played and stroked Monica, working on the blond woman's clit and pussy, doing everything she could think of to make the other woman cum. Slowly fear came into Monica's eyes, as it became totally clear to her that the vampire had total control of her body. "I can't cum until I get home Mistress." Monica gasped, trying to reach for the hand manipulating her throbbing sex, but was unable to move coherently as Lisa swirled her manicured nails around the throbbing but of Monica's clitoris. "Please come home with me....ahhhhh, it feels so good but I c..c..can't cum until I go there. Oh god please stop, I'll do anything. I can't believe how this feels. I'm begging you Mistress, I can't think while you are doing that. I NEEED it so bad, and I can't." "Your serious? You can not get off as long as your not home? How wild. I want to know how you do that. Do you have a Master at home who won't allow you to cum?" Monica nodded desperately, as Lisa slid three fingers in and out of her bosses sopping gash, using her thumb the whole time to keep up the sensation on the clitoris. "Will he teach me how to hold off my orgasms? That sounds so hot. O.K I'll go with you. On the condition that you do not wear your bra or panties." Monica nodded her head desperately, willing to do anything to let herself orgasm. Never in her life had Monica needed to orgasm this bad. It was as if every nerve ending in her body were screaming all at once. All at once Lisa took her hand away from Monica's box, holding her dripping fingers in front of Monica face. "Lick them clean. Then get dressed so that you can dress me. Oh and you will need to fix my makeup. Also I think you should endorse my time card for overtime, working on a new proposal and all that. Get to work Slut!" Lisa said nastily, her eyes slits of desire and wily manipulation. It made Lisa hot all over to know that this blond slut was under her every whim. Monica had to get Lisa off twice more before they could leave, simply from these thoughts alone. The Power of Pleasure Ch. 03 (This is the third installment to Monica's story. If you have not read the other two, I suggest you do so. This was finished because of an email I received recently begging me to do so. I had the beginnings done but had been procrastinating. So here you folks go, I hope you enjoy it. I enjoy writing them...) Lisa decided on the way down in the elevator that Monica needed to get them both a cab. The way Monica's boobs bounced and swayed under her blouse got the attention of every male who walked by them, not to mention one or two of the women. On top of her jiggling top, Monica's nipples were still fully at attention and poking out her thin blouse material. A cabby practically wrecked when Monica stepped to the curb and yelled for the taxi. Monica crawled into the cab first, Lisa sliding her middle finger along Monica's exposed slippery vagina as her boss got into the cab. Monica moaned involuntarily and shuddered. The buxom blond almost pushed herself back onto the wonderful feeling finger probing her throbbing slit. The dark headed woman slapped Monica on her bare butt, making the blond squeal and jump with shock. With a smirk Lisa got in and closed the door, making eye contact with the driver as he checked the two of them out in his rear view mirror. The driver was of medium build with dark close cut hair and light blue eyes. His face had a shadow of a beard with a strong nose and chin. He wore a silvery jacket with "Independent Taxi" written in dark blue lettering across the back. A lit cigarette hung from his lips, and his face maintained a bland expression though Lisa was sure that he knew what she had been doing to her boss's pussy just a second ago. "Where to ladies?" He asked. "Th-thirteen twenty Willow Lane." Monica stammered out trying desperately to cross her arms across her jutting nipples. Her face glowed red even in the darkened cab. She let out a sigh of relief when the driver dropped the car into gear and the overhead light dimmed out. However she could not suppress a moan as her dark haired companion lightly traced a fingernail along her neck and made lazy circles near her collar bone, steadily dropping lower and lower into the blond executives' blouse. As Lisa's hand caressed the top of Monica's breast, the blond woman could not help but surrender to the lust still coursing through her body. Lisa chuckled with pleasure as she cupped and squeezed her boss's breast, ending up tweaking the already swollen and sensitive nipple with her nails. Monica shuddered and squirmed, feeling her juices dribble down the crack of her openly exposed pussy and down the crack of her ass, pooling onto the seat underneath her. "Lisa please!Do not tease me like this in front of the cabbie." Monica whispered to her secretary. Monica's shame was monumental at not being able to control her self, and she hoped that perhaps she could convince the dark haired woman into a little kindness. "What is the matter My Slut, you don't like being all wanton and needy in front of a man now that you have shown me how uncontrollable your lust is?" Lisa said with a sneer, her voice loud and sharp, which brought the cabbies head up sharply, eyes darting to the mirror. "And you will address me as Mistress the rest of the night. I liked the sound of that." "Yes Mistress, I will Mistress. No Mistress, please, I don't want to degrade myself like this, please!" Monica whimpered out as her Mistress started to unbutton the already loose blouse. Monica suddenly became aware of what the dark haired woman was doing and became stock still, her eyes wide in terror. "What are you doing Mistress?" Monica asked, knowing very well what was happening but afraid to acknowledge it. "I'm going to show him what nice breasts you have My Slut. The better those breasts will please me if they are hanging out in the open. Oh, and I want you to pull your dress up so that he has a full view of your pretty pussy. You may prop your leg up on the seat so that he can clearly see how pretty your little pink slit is." Lisa's voice had become a thing of steel as she asserted her will on the unwilling woman next to her. With a sob of shame Monica lifted her long muscled leg up and onto the seat exposing her throbbing womanhood. The odor of an aroused woman permeated the cab. They rode in silence for a couple of blocks before the driver cleared his throat and tried to alternate between driving and looking in the mirror. "You ladies know how to get a man's attention. I haven't had anything this wild in my cab in a while." He said. "Oh we haven't even begun to be wild." Lisa said with a smile. "I don't suppose you would trade our ride for a nice blow job would you?" "I don't know..." The cabbie said, nearly hitting the cars in front of him as he stopped at the stoplight. "Monica here would love to suck your cock I'm sure." Lisa said as she finished unbuttoning her boss's blouse and pulling it widely open. Using her finger Lisa swirled around the outside of Monica's nipple, causing the other woman to take a fast breath and hold it, eyes closed and tense. So aroused was Monica at this point that she barely heard the words of her secretary. Lisa's finger slid down and deftly found the dripping slit, coating the long red nailed finger in seeping sex juice, then lifting back to her boss's mouth. "Suck it Slut. Suck it like a cock. I want you to work it like you want this finger to cum." Lisa commanded. Monica's eyes flew open as her crimson mouth took the finger in and licked the salty, musky coating from it. A deep throated moan came from the suctioning mouth, and Monica's eyes slowly closed with the vision of this being a cock to be satisfied. Monica bobbed up and down several times on it before realizing what she was doing. Then the look of bliss that had hovered over her face was replaced by guilt and shame. "How about that blow job Mister?" Lisa asked, glancing quickly at the cabbie before being once more engrossed by the show of Monica sucking her finger. "It looks like she is sure getting into sucking your finger." the cabbie laughed. "My cock is sure hard watching her doing that. I can imagine what it would feel like on my cock. When I stop at the next light she can get up here and earn your ride." "Monica when the driver stops again, I want you to go up front and suck his cock like you have been sucking my finger. Do you understand?" Lisa told her boss. "Yes Mistress." Monica whispered, after pulling her mouth off of Lisa's finger. When the cab stopped at the next light, Monica jumped out of the back and into the front. Lisa leaned forward to see Monica feverishly unzipping the cabbies pants. Out popped a large cock. The man was circumcised and long, perhaps as thick as four fingers pulled together. Monica sucked around the head, swirling her tongue and then slowly working it farther and farther into her mouth, having trouble getting it all in. The cabbie sucked in a sharp breath. His large hand wrapped itself in her hair, and he began using this hold like a handle, forcing her to bob on his cock to his rhythm. At first this scared Monica, but quickly she found this very sexy and arousing. A rising moan once more emanated from the young woman's throat. Monica was greatly enjoying having her mouth used, much to her shame. Her large breasts swung in time with her head bobbing on the cock, nipples lightly grazing the seat, making them ach with lust. A squeal of surprise came from her as Lisa slid two fingers into her exposed pussy. Monica became even more energetic, feeling a growing need to suck the seed from the man in her mouth. The moan that had been became a growl of hunger after the fingers began stroking the already inflamed clit. As the cabbie began to throb and pulse in her mouth, Monica felt herself begin to once more crescendo but was once more held away from an orgasm by the command of the being waiting for her in her house. Watching the woman in his lap begin to shake and shiver in his lap, the cabbie began a solid groan of his own. Using the wad of hair in his hand, he forced Monica's face down on his cock, forcing its whole length into her mouth and down her throat. Feeling her hot lips and tongue engulfing him completely, the cabbie began to squirt load after load of hot jism down Monica's throat. Monica had no choice but to swallow the whole load, or choke. Unlike what she thought, the taste of his jism was sweet to her. Monica found that she really liked the flavor of the man in her mouth, and it satisfied a craving that she had not known she had. It did not however let her orgasm like she badly needed. The cab pulled up in front of thirteen twenty Willow Lane as Monica feverishly cleaned the man's cock. Her pussy was loving the fingering it was getting, but more than anything else at this moment Monica just needed to reach orgasm. It clouded her mind totally. Pulling off the cock, Monica sat up and french kissed Lisa, sucking on the other ladies tongue in a needy fashion. "Please come into the house. I need to cum so bad, I want to have you both fucking me. Please!" Monica said panting as she broke the kiss and looked at the cabbie. Raw need was painted plain on the executives face. The cabbie grinned wolfishly. "How can I turn down an offer like that?" The closer Monica got to her master, the more an ambience of lust covered her. Virtually no part of her normally conservative demeanor remained. All that was left was her hunger for sex. The only thing that Monica could concentrate on was her need to orgasm. Giggling the threesome stumbled into Monica's house. Lisa was undressing as fast as she could, while Monica once more fell to her knees and began sucking the cabbie again in a need for his beautiful cock to come to life once more. By the time the door had swung closed, both women were on their knees encouraging the man to become engorged once more. Sucking and stroking him, their hands wandered over each others bodies as well, cupping full breasts and pinching nipples fingers slid over swollen vaginas "M-m-my name is Steven." The cabbie said as the two women undressed him and applied them selves to his quickly rising meat. Monica rolled onto her knees and looked over her shoulder. "Please fuck me! I need to feel your cock in me so badly!" Monica begged. Tears literally were filling her eyes as she said it, so great was her need. Steven couldn't look at the awesome tight butt displayed to him and turn it down. Getting down on his knees Steven rubbed himself along her slit, lubing his large cock up. Monica couldn't take much of that, forcing herself back onto his cock. A sigh came from her mouth as Monica took his length into her sopping box. With a grunt the man began to fuck Monica with a real passion. Having cum once already, Steven was able to pound this tight pussy with a fervor that he would not have been able to maintain otherwise for very long without cumming all over the quivering cheeks in front of him. "Ohhhhh god is feels so good. Your cock is wonderful. Oh shit! Ohhhh I love it! :Yes, yes keep fucking me like that. I am so ready. Oh please! I need to cum. Please master they are here, let me cum please!!" Monica began to sob and bite her lip, a strange sensation taking over her. You May Cum now. You have more than fulfilled my expectations for today pet. The vampire released something in her body and Monica was washed with a tremendous orgasm. As her pussy began to contract and spasm Steven grabbed her hips and held on. Copious amounts of fluid ran out of her cunt. Monica couldn't believe the way she felt. Waves of sensation crashed over her, making her senses overload. Monica grunted and squealed for several seconds before coming to a shivering halt, hanging her head and gasping for breath. Lisa and Steven didn't know what to make of this display of lust. A musky, heady odor suffused the room. Lisa found herself casually stroking her own clit, her other hand resting on Steven's ass, where she had been encouraging him to fuck her boss. A wicked look filled Lisa's eyes. Lying down under Monica Lisa used her fingers to begin stroking Monica's clit. Monica's eyes flew open, and once more the controlled woman began to shake. With her middle finger on Monica's clit, Lisa took one of Monica's hanging nipples into her full mouth. Monica couldn't do anything other than whisper "Oh my gawd..." Steven was totally in awe at the sexuality of the two women in front of him. Getting an idea the cabbie used a finger to scoop the copious fluid coming from the woman in front of him, then began to lube up her ass hole. Monica's eyes flew open in shock and fear. The word "Please..." escaped her Before she could get any farther Steven had begun to work his large cock into Monica's puckered hole. The head of his cock popped past her sphincter muscle, where he paused to let it stretch and get accustomed to the girth that it now held. Then with slow strokes Steven began to work his cock deeper into Monica's ass. Lisa continued to toy with her boss's clit, alternating between the left and right nipple. Now that Monica's pussy was empty, Lisa would slide one or two fingers into the gaping hole, listening with excitement to the rising speed of the blond woman's breathing. Turning around, the brunette repositioned herself, and commanded "Eat my cunt Slut!" Monica dipped her head and began to lick and suck her secretaries pussy. The cock in her ass was like a bar of hot metal at first, and then began to change into a force of liquid lust thrusting and withdrawing from her virgin ass. Lisa lifted her head and began to lick at Monica's twat, bringing yet another squeal from the blond. With increasing speed and force Steven fucked Monica's ass. The blond woman for her part began to thrust back, taking all of the cock and begging for more. Monica once more felt the haze of lust taking her over as Lisa and Steven used her body for their pleasure. The manhood ravishing her ass was amazing, and her pussy twitched and shook as Lisa's tongue worked its magic on her. "Wow! Your ass is fantastic." Steven grunted as he fucked her. Lisa could see the cabbies nuts drawing up as he prepared to shoot his second load for the day. A haze of lust began to work on her also, as she found her hands reaching up to cup his sack with one hand while stroking Monica's breast with the other. Inarticulate noises came from both women, engrossed as they were with oral sex. Steven felt as if he had entered a sexual vortex, and as his pleasure grew, he was sucked in tighter. A heady rush engulfed them all, with an total loss of time and place happening as they rushed to orgasm. Out of the darkness of the house stepped a man. Dressed in a clean white shirt and dark pants, the man reached out his hands, just hovering over the three coital partners. As his hands moved into position, the three began to cum simultaneously. Stevens cock pulsed and squirted another large load deep into Monica's ass. The feel of sperm shooting into her with its heat drove the blond over the edge with a sharp scream. Feeling both of her partners cumming triggered Lisa's orgasm and she feverishly fucked Monica's face. The three of them shook and twitched for several minutes before collapsing in an exhausted heap. Almost at once they were all sound asleep. The vampire dropped his hands and smiled.