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Bargain

By: CherryCummins



I could taste him in the back of my throat, blood more than human like candy on my tongue. His otherness rode the air before him, spilling through the doorway as he paused, taking in the shadowed commons. His eyes were hidden in mirrored shades, but the very stillness of his body said he was searching the crowd, seeking. 

I sat back a bit farther from the light, that simple movement drawing his attention. My breath quickened. I felt the weight of his gaze as something soft yet heady, a brush of fire across my cheek. I shivered a little, something low in my belly curling with the promise of hot dark things.

I slid my eyes away from him, afterimage burning while I sipped Irish cream. Their wasn't anything particular about his appearance, a handsome man of normal coloring, but the crawl of power when he walked in the door was a tide of energy to prickle the skin of the wary. He likely gave psychics a fit.

Something like a butterfly kiss hovered over my mouth, drawing my attention back to him. He had taken off the shades, revealing eyes like glittering sapphires, marking me with a rather neutral stare. That got a frown and lifted brow. I just didn't get empty glances. Lust, envy, fear, hate, but never polite nothing. Who was he? Or better question, what was he?

Whatever he'd been looking for, he started winding his way through tables, not beelining for me, but close. I glanced at Sil beside me, my shadow watching the stranger with ready suspicion, and nudged his knee with mine. He growled a slight acknowledgment, folding strong arms over an equally impressive chest, looking very much the bodyguard. 

I let faint interest fill my eyes as the otherly male stopped before our table, looking down at me with no hint at all of his thoughts. I arched a pale brow at him, before offering a practiced smile. He might pass for human to the untrained eye, but I never would, not with catic features and punk coloring. If I had been the only beast in the room, I would assume that's what had drawn him. Most of females that frequented Barry's weren't full human, and tonight being Friday was certainly no exception. There were over a dozen of us in evidence, all regulars, some already entertaining.

Sil shifted beside me, his bulk drawing a squeal of protest from the overburdened chair. His expression was bordering rude. As the man before us simply stood there, staring down at me, I didn't say anything to correct Sil's manners. I let a little impatience narrow my eyes to golden slits and folded my arms, giving the stranger a slight frown. "Can I help you, Sirrah?"

He actually shuddered, his neutrality cracking a bit as something hot widened his eyes. I let myself grin, just a touch of smugness. He was being awfully careful for some reason, but simply lacked the training to shield the baser responses. That would explain all the power rolling off of him. An older soul knew how to hide it better.

He cleared his throat, discomfiture recalling his manners, and inclined his head politely. "May I join you?"

Sil muttered something low and grumpy and I laughed, drawing another shiver from the youth. This was going to be too easy. I was almost tempted to send him on his way. Almost.

I nudged Sil under the table again before gesturing at the chair across from us. "Please." I let the word smolder in my eyes, curling my smile with just a little invitation. I didn't want to scare him, not if he really was that jumpy. How could be shine this much power and not shield better? Why hadn't someone claimed him?

He pulled the chair out, his eyes still on mine, and lowered himself almost languidly, as though he were posing. I didn't think so, as his eyes held no challenge, but something was moving him. I took another cooling sip, noting his gaze dropped from mine to my lips. Heat stirred sapphire depths, as he admired the stark contrast of rubies to frothy cream. I rolled my lips with my tongue, not licking, but savoring, and watched him draw a quick breath. I couldn't help the grin at that, and dropped my head a bit, running a finger around the rim of my glass. 

"You wanted something," Sil growled, not so much a question as prompt.

The man finally glanced at Sil, and sat a bit straighter now, less relaxed. His mask of neutrality was flawless again, cool and impassive. He measured Sil appraisingly, then slid a glance at me. "I am to negotiate then?"

My breath caught, eyes flaring wide, and I had to school my features not to drop my jaw and stare. Is that what he thought? I couldn't keep all the delight from my eyes, but managed not to laugh. His intent was clear then, and it drew something tight in my belly, flushing my skin. This was simply too rich.

Sil didn't find it amusing, but knew better than to say anything. He seemed to grow in the chair, fair bleeding menace into our corner of the bar, and glared at the impertinent young man. "Aye," he growled, "You negotiate with me, or get ye gone."

I let my fingers trail from the glass, across the table, to lightly touch Sil's arm. He was tense, the indignance vibrating in him with the want of violence, but he knew his place. The call was mine, and it was not Sil's job to protect me from insults, just from danger.

I bent my head a bit, letting a sweep of teal fall over my eyes, and looked up through the silken strands, playing the coquette for my perspective buyer. "What would you will of me?" I put nothing extra in my voice, and watched him quiver anyway. 

His pulse leaped in his neck, his lips parting faintly, as though he'd pant. I could speak like fur across skin, could call to air a tingle of the flesh that many found their undoing, but I wasn't even trying. He was either that sensitive, or that hard up. 

He got himself under control, relaxing the tension that sang in his body, and stared at me again. There was heat in his eyes, and something else, beyond curiosity, something harder that I didn't recognize. He wanted me, easily seen, but something more or less than mere lust. Interesting.

He moved his hands from his lap and leaned a bit forward, splaying his fingers on the table top, drawing my gaze. His hands were large, well formed, neither soft nor roughened. The fingers were long, yet thick, and I nearly blushed. Imagination provided too real an image of those hands sliding under my skirt, and I shifted in my chair, my skin growing hot.

"Your terms for a night?"

I blinked, frowning, but he wasn't looking at me. Sil almost snarled but swallowed it, shooting me a look that promised violence. I dipped my head playfully and kicked him under the table. Sil managed not to glare at either of us, but it was an effort. I reached for his near empty glass with a mewing sound and rose, giving my hair a little flip to slide down my back, and moved for the bar. I felt their eyes following me, a soft touch down my spine, and had to still a shiver.

I nodded to Barry, handing over the glass and waiting for the refill. I really didn't want to hear whatever price was set, as I didn't trust myself not to start laughing. I did wonder where he'd gotten the idea from. If Barry was letting the flesh trade go on under his nose, I certainly hadn't heard about it. I'd let Sil keep the money, as I had no interest in it, though it would look as though I was rentable. I'd correct the next that thought so, but just this once it was too tempting not to play along. 

Barry handed me a full dark mug and the key to my usual room. He didn't wink or comment, he knew me too well for that. I smiled at him and turned to thread my way back to our corner. Eyes traced my skin, some heated, some hostile. It was just another night for all of us.

Both males looked satisfied as I approached, having made their bargain. I set Sil's brew before him, remaining standing at his side as though he were master here. I gave him an expectant look, as any good bit of baggage would, and awaited my fate. Sil held out his hand for the keys. Triumph flared in my eyes and I had to look away, meekly giving over, watching the stranger through a fall of teal tresses.

His eyes were smoldering, as though he'd burn me into him, and I had to stifle a gasp. More than lust now, laying there, heat near to hunger. It washed over me, like his power, but far more invasive, hands I couldn't see that waited just above my body. His eyes were fired with promise, glittering with confidence that was entirely male. 

He stood up, slowly, and I couldn't look away. I took him in, the heavy wave of his auburn hair, the smooth lines of his face, the firm breadth of his body, and nearly licked my lips. It was in his expression, that he would have me, and the thought fired my blood.

Sil downed his mug, slammed it to the table, and pushed to his feet. He towered over me, over everyone, and scowled at anyone that dared to stare. Most knew better, but there were always a few tourists. Sil tucked me under his arm, taking the liberty perhaps in spirit of the game, but likely more because he knew it would anger me. I snuggled up to him for appearance sake, poking him hard in the side, but evincing pleasure. Why was he so upset?

I pondered the motives of men as I was steered from the commons and up the stairs. Sil's rage was almost choking, though deflected by the heat that rode my back, borne on the stare of the man behind us. We trooped to the third floor, moving down the hallway in silence. Sil opened my room, stuck his head far enough inside to check, his hand hard on my arm. He then pushed me inside and stepped back, allowing the stranger to follow me. I moved a little inside, my hands smoothing the sides of my skirt, and turned slowly to look at the male behind me, closing and locking the door. 

The cool mask extended to his eyes again, and I smiled. What was there to hide now? We were alone, though Sil was standing just outside the door, his keen senses aware of all that would take place.

I let myself smile, a look of anticipation, and cocked my hip, placing all my weight on one foot, letting my hands play along the edge of my shirt, drawing his attention to my thighs. "How shall I please you?" I rolled desire in the words, narrowing my eyes with it, and he gasped, rocking a bit on his feet. I laughed lightly, playfully, and his chest worked, trying to draw air that seemed suddenly too heavy for him. 

He licked his lips, his eyes gone wide, and stared hard at my hands. I took a step towards him, drawing my fingers upwards over my skirt, my bare midriff, to play over the buttons I had left mostly undone. He followed me, his gaze locked on my chest, the swells framed in black lace, and seemed to be having difficulty swallowing. 

I grinned, unable to help it, and moved another step, close enough to touch. His body sang with tension, his skin flushed, his chest jerking and tight. I dipped my head to catch his gaze and he blinked at me, looking a little dizzy. I laughed again, beyond amused, puzzled at how strongly he was reacting when I hadn't really started anything. I was aware of my own attraction, that my body was made for pleasure, but it was never this easy. He wasn't a virgin, I would bet on it, so I had no explanation.

"Do you ... have a name?"

I smiled, less sex and more sweetness, and cocked my head at him. "You may call me anything that pleases you."

He actually frowned, gaining some measure of himself, and shook his head. "Everyone has a name." His voice was less shaky as his breathing steadied, and showed displeasure.

I arched a brow, grinning again. He didn't want to think of me as an object or a pet, though he had paid for my time. Odd. He kept making less and less sense to me, and that in itself was unusual. I stepped back from him, turned with a toss of my hair, and stalked to the bed. I glanced over my shoulder at him, bending to slide my hands over the coverlet, pushing it lightly as I set a knee to the edge, posing a moment before crawling, making my body catlike.

He held himself better this time, though heat filled his eyes, pouring over my skin and curling low in my belly, drawing me tight with response. I turned myself, sinuous and sleek, peering up at him through a curtain of my hair, arching my back as I posed. He licked his lips again and I laughed, rolling a bit like a kitten in laundry, waiting for his direction.

He drank me in again, as though burning me in his mind, and shuddered. The quality of his power changed, moved over my skin with a purpose, those unseen hands beginning a light tug at my hair, seeming to move my clothes. I sighed, sliding to the edge of the bed. He might be to shy to say it, but his intent was clear enough. Had I been feeling generous, I would comply, but something still bothered me about him. He was still trying to hide from me, and that drew my catty nature. I assumed a bored pose and raised a brow, banished anything but inquiry from my face. 

He frowned, taken aback, and looked that second unsure before he was impassive again. He moved away from the door to the room's single chair and settled himself, as though lounging, but the tension in his body gave lie to the charade. "I asked you for your name." 

I smirked at the mild rebuke and tossed my hair before folding my arms to cradle my chest. "And I asked what would please you." 

He stared at me and I stared back. If it was a contest of wills he wanted, I would win it, but now was not the time to play this game. He wanted from me as I wanted from him, he just didn't want to admit it. I had no patience for holding his hand, yet no want to fetch another now that my body thrummed for the taste of him. I didn't care why he needed to best me, as it was already his pot to win, though it was a bit confusing. He didn't give me much to work with. And that might be my clue. 

I laughed, making it a touch abusive, and turned my back on him. I moved for the bathroom and made use of the brush there, standing far enough from the mirror that he could see me. I stroked my hair to a gleaming curtain, knowing how well the neon spill caught the light. I felt his gaze burning again, and ignored it, determined not to shiver. 

"I want to see you," he finally said, a thread of need heating his soft voice.

I turned slowly, still brushing my hair, and raised an uncaring brow. "I stand before you." He didn't squirm under my stare, but something in his eyes winced. I almost felt bad. Almost.

He took a breath, held it, and then cleared his throat. "It would please me ... to see all of you."

I let a smile curl my lips, let it fire my eyes, and set the brush back on the counter. I was tempted to say something flippant, but let it go. I had what I wanted and that was penance enough. He really was too young to be playing like this. I moved slowly towards him, rolling my step as only one catic can, making a dance of mere walking. I laughed as his breath caught, and licked my lips slowly. He stared at my mouth, following quick pink tongue, and his eyes widened enough to drown in. 

I let my hands slide along my body again, playing over the buttons before undoing them, standing just outside his reach. He leaned forward in the chair, his hands moving over his knees, tense with the need to touch. His restraint was daring, and I put everything I had into undressing for him. I let the shirt fall over my arms, relishing the flare of lust in his eyes, before unzipping my skirt and drawing it down my hips. Both fell to the floor at once and I took that last step towards him. 

He moved his hands to clutch the arms of the chair and I frowned, shaking my head. His need beat at me with his power, yet he held back. I sighed, stilled a shrug, and turned for the bed. His gaze trailed after me, hot as his panting breath. I sat down and unzipped my boots, tossing them carelessly aside. I unfastened the garters and gently rolled the hose down my leg, peeking through my hair to gauge his response. He had leaned almost completely out of the chair, but still had a deathgrip, as though he didn't trust his own hands. 

I pretended to ignore him, though the hunger of his stare curled in my belly as liquid heat. He would be pretty if he'd smile and truly deadly if he relented enough to charm. I stood again and faced him, unclasping the bra and drawing it slowly back, letting it fall down my arms to the carpet. He made a strangled sound in his throat and jerked to his feet, his body shaking, hands convulsing. 

I filled my eyes with heat, meeting his drowning gaze before wiggling the last article of clothing down my hips. Something almost a growl tore from him and he moved, almost too fast to see, just a blur suddenly before me, and I almost screamed. He set a finger to my lips, slowly shaking his head, his eyes bled entirely blue, pulsing with the power that crawled over my skin. I gasped, starting to shake, and licked my lips nervously. I should yell for Sil. 

The man before me shook his head again, divining my thought or just reading my face. I tried to pull my own mask back but he had surprised me too badly. Nothing remotely human moved that fast. Sil never would have left me alone if he knew.

"Kiss me."

I shuddered, fear chasing lust within me, and laughed a little too giddily. Just a moment before, I would have, and reveled in it. How safe would it be to refuse him now?

His finger moved slowly from my mouth, lightly caressing along my jawline until his hand cupped the back of my neck, pressing me just a bit towards him. I didn't push back, but didn't go any farther either. Stalemate. I really should be yelling right now.

He actually smiled, his power bathing my skin with heat, and I gasped again, my own flesh betraying me. He brought his head down a fraction, his hand again making demand of me. I let myself be drawn just so far, but still didn't comply. 

He frowned, his eyes finding whites again and becoming normal, confused. "Your body wants me ... " He sounded uncertain, and gave his head a little shake. He stared at me intently, neutral again.

I drew in a breath and stepped to the side, out of his grasp, wanting to hug myself and hide somehow, but refusing to appear any weaker. He wanted my cooperation and that gave me a measure of control. I dared enough to let a little scorn in my eyes and he actually looked away, turning his head to hide behind his hair. Triumph curled my lips and I laughed, fear fading in a wash of female ego. He could likely snap me in half before I could blink, but that wasn't his plan.

I was still a bit shaken, but didn't believe I was in any real danger, which might have been foolish, but didn't change the situation. I looked to the bed, wrinkled by my wallowing, and let it ground me. I then turned back to him and let heat fill my eyes. My body did still want him, and that was all I needed to think about. I made the mewing sound I had used to calm Sil, and that turned the creature's head back, his eyes wide and puzzled. I stretched myself before him, rolling my body in a display of my own, showing muscles in places humans simply didn't have. Heat flared his eyes inhuman again and that almost growl spilled from his lips. He reached for me, but stopped himself, his hands working empty air, his power filling the room like a furnace. He wouldn't take that step, but his eyes begged me, raw with need, to come to him.

I gave myself a moment, my breathing suddenly unsteady, and examined the wisdom of the situation I had put myself in. That he didn't move stated clearly that I could still leave, that I would come to no harm. Or maybe that was simply what I wanted it to mean. I didn't know what he was, had no idea of what he might be capable. Leaving sounded wise. 

He made that strangled sound again, almost a whimper, his body shaking almost uncontrollably. Those sapphire jewels were raw and wanting, filled with lust and pain and something darker I could not name. I knew clearly that it would hurt him if I left him now. As a catic I was perverse enough to do it, but I was also a beast of need. I took a stalking step towards him, purring my own growl, and reached to touch his arm. 


Bargain Basement Bitch



Jasmin Lacey sat behind her desk, a very wide smile pasted across her pretty face. To anyone within her office at that time, it would have been obvious why she looked so happy: kneeling between her open legs was her husband and sometimes secretary, Ben. Ben's head was buried between her thighs and he lapped contentedly at her wet pussy while Jasmin built steadily towards her climax. One hand rested on the back of his head, occasionally urging him to explore a particular area of pink flesh, while the other slipped inside her blouse to feel the swell of her breast. As her fingers crept inside her silky bra and closed around the hard, throbbing nipple, Jasmin knew she was only minutes away from a very welcome orgasm.

A few moments before Jasmin peaked, her world was interrupted by the shrill tones of the telephone.

"Damn!" she swore and picked up the receiver. "Yes? What is it?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Lacey. This is Dan in security. We just picked up a couple of fella's shoplifting. Can I bring em to your office and call the cops?"

Jasmin groaned under her breath. She knew better than to let her own personal pleasure interfere with her business life. After much persuasion, her father had appointed her manager of her own department in his store. It was only the bargain basement, but it was a place to start. She was the only daughter in the family and her six brothers all managed at least one store each in their father's growing empire. She couldn't afford to blow it now and have her father say I told you so! She sighed and spoke into the telephone.

"Okay, Danny. Bring them up. Lets see what they got to say for themselves."

Jasmin replaced the receiver and patted her husband on the top of his head.

"Sorry, honey. This is going to have to wait till later." she said reluctantly. "I got something I have to deal with."

Ben Lacey crawled out from under his wife's desk with disappointment written all over his face. It was one of his favourite places and he had just begun to enjoy the slightly acrid taste of his boss' sex fluid. He had known that she would have reached orgasm in a matter of minutes.

"I'll be in here if you need me." he said as he opened the door to his own office and left his wife to her work.

Jasmin sat behind her desk and checked her reflection in her pocket mirror. Her jet black hair looked a little tousled but it would have to do. She'd just finished touching up her already perfect make-up when the knock came at the door.

"Come in."

"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Lacey. We found these two taking two bottles of vodka off the shelves and slipping them into this bag."

Danny Kingston hefted the canvas bag he had been carrying onto Jasmin's desk and withdrew the zipper. Sure enough, two bottles of premium vodka lay nestled on top of an old towel.

Jasmin looked over at the two coloured youths. Probably not more than eighteen years old, she thought. It always disappointed her when this sort of thing happened. She could just about recall her early childhood in India before her father had brought his whole family over and started his empire building. They had been as poor as the two now standing in front of her, but they would never have resorted to stealing.

"So, what have you got to say for yourselves before I call the cops?" she addressed them sternly.

Both young men looked about them furtively. Neither seemed particularly bothered that they had been caught in the act.

"Where's the manager?" said the taller one. 

The question threw Jasmin off balance for a brief moment. "What?"

"Where's the fucking manager?" he shouted this time and suddenly an automatic pistol appeared in his right hand as if from nowhere.

Jasmin flinched and looked over at the second man - he too now sported a similar automatic weapon.

"I'm the manager," she managed to say, quickly regaining her composure. "This is my department."

"Hey, no shit, man!" the taller lad responded. "Well we aint come for the vodka, bitch! Open the fucking night safe!"

"Now, come on lads." said Danny, "there's no need for this. If you leave now quietly, we won't ..."

There was a sickening thud as the butt of the shorter robber's pistol connected with the back of the security guard's head. He went down with a groan, unconscious before he hit the floor.

"Now," said the first man with a smirk, "don't make me repeat myself again, open the fucking safe!"

"I can't - there's a timer lock on it. Nobody can open it until six tomorrow morning."

"Shit, Jamie. You said this would be easy money!" the short guy exclaimed. "You didn't say nothing about no fucking timer lock! Lets just get the fuck out, okay?"

"No way, Brad," his partner replied. "We are here now and we're not gonna leave without the fucking money!"

"What's going on here?" Ben Lacey appeared in the doorway of his wife's office looking worried. 

"Oh, shit, man," said Jamie. "There's entirely too many people in this fucking office!" he turned and pointed the gun at Jasmin. "How many more still here?"

"That's it." she replied "My husband here, Danny Kingston and me. We're the only ones left in the department and I don't think Danny will be giving you any trouble." Jasmin indicated the unconscious security guard sprawled on the floor. "And Ben won't stand in your way either, will you Ben?"

Ben Lacey shook his head in immediate agreement. As soon as he'd seen the two men it was obvious what was happening.

"So, what are we all going to do until six?" said Brad

"Just get comfortable and dig in, man!" his friend replied. "It's only a few hours, maybe the boss-bitch here can entertain us a little!"

Jamie waved the gun casually in Jasmin's direction, a wicked grin spreading over his dark skinned face.

"No fucking way!" shouted Jasmin, already aware of what the raider had in his mind. "That's just not going to happen!"

"Oh no?" Brad interrupted, also realising what his partner meant. He pointed his own pistol directly at Ben. "You better do as you're told, bitch, or your old man here will be sorry!"

Jasmin wondered how this situation had turned so quickly. She looked down at herself. Shit!, She thought. She suddenly realised that she had forgotten to fully button her blouse after her and Ben were interrupted. The silky white material of her bra was nearly transparent and the dark red outline of her nipples were clearly visible. She groaned inwardly. She knew that the two thieves were not going to leave and that the situation could get worse if she didn't act quickly.

So, you two think you can handle a woman like me, do you?" she was immediately on the offensive. "How do you like these, then!"

Jasmin stood up from behind her desk and ripped the expensive blouse down the middle. Buttons flew in all directions as the garment shredded and she threw it to the floor. Standing in front of the two gawking youths in her black skirt and bra, she knew she looked quite formidable. She put her hands on her hips and eyed the men.

"You want to see my tits as well? Think you can cope?"

Jamie and Brad looked on in awe. They had never dreamed she would react like this, they expected to have to force her and deal with her husband at the same time - this was much easier. They nodded eagerly.

With a deft movement, Jasmin reached behind her and quickly unclasped the bra catch. Her large breasts tumbled free and she could hear both men gasp as they saw her top-less. She looked over at Ben and smiled. She knew that he would be cool with this situation; Ben had always wanted to watch her in action and now, it looked like he was going to get his wish.

"You've seen me," said Jasmin with a smile at the two robbers. "Now, lets see you - come on, get your cocks out!"

"Come on, man!" cried Jamie. "If she wants it, lets show the bitch some prime, black meat!"

Ben Lacey had been standing in the doorway hardly daring to move. The situation had developed quickly, but now, under the control of his dominant wife, he knew it was fairly safe. The two robbers had put their guns away and now, obviously had other things on their minds. So did Lacey. For years he had been the submissive partner to his wife: At work he was her secretary and at home her sex slave. There was nothing that he wouldn't do for her, but he had always harboured a desire to watch another man fuck her. He smiled as he watched the reaction of the young men as Jasmin's tits fell free and swung in front of them. 

Jasmin had laid down a challenge and Lacey could see that the Brad and Jamie had no intentions of backing down. Both men's pants were around their ankles in a matter of seconds and they brandished their large, black cocks proudly. Although Brad was slightly shorter than his friend, he made up for it downstairs. His penis was already hard and looked at least ten inches long. Jamie's tool was only slightly shorter, Ben realised, but a little thicker around the girth. Jamie too, was as hard as a rock and stroking his meat from the balls to the tip. Jasmin still retained her arrogant pose in front of them and licked her lips. She looked to Lacey like a bitch in heat.

"Come on then guys!" she cried. "You gonna stand there all day and jerk off, or are you gonna fuck this bargain basement bitch!"

The two lads needed no second invitation and both virtually leapt on Jasmin. Her skirt was dragged roughly down her legs and her panties quickly followed. Lacey watched as their hands went to her tits and down between her legs. Jasmin moaned as fingers penetrated her vagina still wet from Lacey's earlier efforts, and cried out in ecstasy as her large breasts were groped and her nipples squeezed. Ben could see his wife's fingers try to close around the cocks that were being offered to her, but they were too wide, too thick for her to grasp properly. A quick pang of jealousy floated through his mind as he recalled his own, meagre dimensions, but that quickly left as he settled himself into a chair with the intention of watching the action that was to come.

The two lads were dragging Jasmin down onto the carpet now. Lacey looked on as he watched his slut wife spread her legs in anticipation. Brad was between her legs in a flash, his hard erection poised ready for entry. With a lunge he was inside her. Jasmin gasped out loud as she felt the size of his weapon and cried out as he thrust deeper into her tight body.

"Damn! This bitch is a hot number, man!" he gasped to his friend. "I got my dick buried right up her juicy cunt and she still seems to want more!"

"Just fuck her, Brad. I want to see if she likes to suck on black meat!"

"Oh...god...yes...yes...yes..." cried Jasmin as Brad pounded himself into her pussy. "Put it in my mouth.....I...want....to....SUCK IT!"

Happy to oblige, Jamie knelt beside Jasmin's face and turned her head towards him. Her mouth was already open and waiting, grunts and groans escaped her lips as Brad fucked her hard and deep. Jamie took his time. With his cock in one hand and the other on the back of Jasmin's head he rolled his swollen glans around her face. Lacey watched as the pre-cum leaked out and traced patterns across her nose and lips, under her eyes and over her chin. He even took a hand full of her jet black hair and wrapped it around his thick shaft, jacking himself slowly. 

Ben could see that his wife was quickly becoming frustrated with the teasing; she looked desperate to get Jamie's meat into her mouth. Jamie smiled down at her and spread his thighs a little wider, his heavy balls hanging down over her face. He pointed his cock towards her mouth and pulled her head sharply towards him.

"Oh...yeah, man!" he cried as his cock slid over her tongue. "The bitch has got a hot mouth as well as a hot cunt!"

Ben Lacey could feel his own erection almost bursting out of his pants as he watched his wife take a big black cock at either end. Jasmin's ass was trembling and bucking from the carpet as Brad ploughed her pussy and Lacey knew that her orgasms were coming thick and fast. He thought that Brad was also nearing his climax as his breath had become shorter and his thrusting strokes more frantic. As if to prove Lacey right, Brad cried out to his friend.

"Oh, shit, Jamie! I'm gonna cum, man!"

"Just hold on a second or two more, man!" his crime partner replied. "I'm nearly there too, we can cum on the bitch together!"

Lacey was delighted. Just the thought of his wife getting a cum bath was nearly enough to make him shoot in his pants. 

Then, suddenly, just as the two young men were approaching their climax's, Lacey saw something fall out of Brad's pocket. He looked over at the gun, now lying on the floor. 

"Oh yeahhhhh....fuckin' A!........." He heard Brad continued in his ecstasy.

Lacey's eyes moved swiftly between the gun and the two young men now squirting cum over his prone wife. The choice was difficult, but he knew he had to make a grab for the pistol. 

"Okay, motherfuckers!" he shouted as he levelled the weapon at the men. "What you gonna do now, huh?"

Brad and Jamie could not have stopped even if they had wanted to.

"Uhhggggg...I'm gonna keep covering your wife's face with my cum, man! That's what!" cried Jamie as her jerked his spasming tool over Jasmin's face.

"Yeah... me too!" gasped his friend as he pulled out of Jasmin's sopping pussy and spurted over her muff and belly. "There's nothing you can do about it now!"

Lacey watched the scene and listened to the groans of satisfaction coming from not just the two robbers, but also from his wife who was now drenched in sticky, white goo and obviously loving it!

"Okay, man. Take it easy, yeah?" said Jamie as he crawled away from Jasmin's head, his hands up and his cock dripping the last remnants of his climax. "Don't shoot okay? Just be cool!"

"Get up both of you!" shouted Ben. "Normally I'd take great pleasure in calling the cops and watching your ass get thrown in jail! But as you seem to have given my wife at least three good orgasms, I guess I owe you a little!" He smiled at the lads as they slowly began to relax.

"Just get your shit together and fuck off, okay? I won't call the cops!"

Brad and Jamie knew a good thing when they heard it and, quickly pulling up their pants, ran like maniacs for the office door. Brad stopped and looked back at Lacey. He looked like he was trying to say something.

"Yeah, yeah, I know! Just get going, man." Ben said with a wry smile.

As The lads disappeared, Lacey looked down at Jasmin, still lying on the floor.

"You okay, babe?"

"Well, I was well on my way to another orgasm when you fucked that up!" she replied in mock anger. "You're going to have to finish what they started!"

As Lacey began to sink to his knees and bent his head between his wife's legs, he thought again how lucky he was to have a bargain basement bitch for a wife!



Bargain



He hissed, falling on me with blinding speed, his hands almost bruising on my arms as he pulled me against his chest, raising me off my feet to better meet his eyes. He trembled against me, his need barely contained, and licked his lips again. I stared at him, my breathing ragged now, his desire hard against my belly, setting fire to my skin. I growled in earnest and closed that last distance, my lips brushing his. 

Lust flared and I ravaged his mouth, licking the line of him to open, daring his tongue with mine, drinking the scalding honey until he moaned. I felt and avoided his fangs, sucking lightly on his tongue, drawing the hard muscle into me and nipping. He drew back and dropped me on the bed long enough to tear at his clothes, moving so quickly I was cheated the sight of him. I would have protested but he fell to me, his mouth tracing a path down my belly that robbed my will of any coherence.

I moaned, slick before he knelt between my legs, shuddering as he licked down hip and thigh, then back up and across my belly to treat the other side, avoiding the throbbing well of need to stroke me further. I panted, trembling in his hands, his fingers kneading my calves, and upwards to tease my thighs as his mouth became more insistent, darting everywhere but there I most needed to be touched. 

I whimpered, straining beneath his hands, wadding the blanket in my fists, biting my lip not to beg him. The need burned too much, the pleasure too quick. He moved higher, nibbling at my ribs, then licking between my breasts. 

I wanted to scream, writhing as I felt his flesh against me, throbbing insistence that burned between my thighs, silk against my heat. I whimpered as he buried his face in my neck, rubbing engorged flesh in maddening fashion. I bucked my hips and found the tip of him, hard and hot and nearly where I needed him. He drew back, staring down at me, his body straining at the slick entrance, his eyes drowning blue and filled with longing. 

I was too caught to question, past understanding, and knew only what I craved. I met his mouth and twisted my hips again, drawing him inside me. Heat and pleasure spilled, chasing awareness of anything beyond flesh. He growled and thrust, pinning me to the bed with a scream, his body nearly crushing, slamming so fast, so deep, so much. I shrieked and writhed, bucking to meet him, to bury that hard limb even further, the pain/pleasure too intense. He buried his face at my neck, his fangs sinking in, drawing another scream as his body rammed even faster, pouring fire through me, building that shining wave that broke against his thrusting muscle, convulsing flesh and spilling hazy gold in shattering climax.

I sucked him down, his body, his pleasure, my release, and drank it all, glutting myself as he came. He collapsed above me, his mouth stilling at my neck, his body twitching within me, breeding little spasms of pleasure. My arms were wrapped around him, my nails thick with his blood, though I had no memory of scratching. I lay there quiet, still cresting on that wave, full to bursting with his power, almost as heady as the orgasm.

His heart pounded against my sweatslick chest, his desire subsiding, though he made no move to withdraw. I felt the pain near my shoulder now, low where he had drank, two neat punctures that told me everything I hadn't known. Daydrinkers were very rare. 

He moved back just enough to stare down at me, his eyes human again, but blazing with a hint of challenge. "As are succubi."

My eyes narrowed but I had to smile. So he knew, and that was why he'd chosen me. I wouldn't say anything about the feeding, not when I was committing a very similar crime. It was why I came here, to this bar where men were easy and used to nonhuman faces, because everyone wanted something, flesh, blood, pain, love, something.

I measured the youth above me, his flesh still buried in mine, and arched a brow. "How much of my time did you pay for?"

Heat flooded his skin, sending shivers along mine, and interest stirred anew, catching my breath as he moved within me. "One night ... with option for more."

I grinned, raising my mouth to his, and suckled his lower lip. "Just option? Next time, I'll do my own bargaining. If you don't mind."

He chuckled, low and deep, dropping his mouth to lick along my jaw, as he quickened within me, spreading fire that made me gasp. "That, Lady, will be my pleasure."



Bargaining



Bernardo was a Spanish bandit. And right now he was a Spanish bandit in the possession of a very beautiful and rich young noble lady. Even more pleasing, the young noble woman was at the moment on her knees in front of him, pleading to keep her maidenhead so that she would still be untouched upon her release. Such release would come tonight when her family left the money in the place that he had denoted. Whenever it came to these young innocent women he could always find such pleasure in the multitude of things that they had to offer him.

First a foremost, the money he got from their families. Also the time spent looking upon their beauty. And lastly, watching these beauties please him sexually.

Innocent as they were, they didn't realize that their maidenhead was quite easy to protect, and that he would still be able to soil them. But since there would be no signs of the impurities forced upon them, that they wouldn't be disgraced except to themselves. And to God, but that was for them to deal with later. Certainly he was putting his own soul in danger much more than theirs.

As the girl wound up her argument as to why he shouldn't ravish her, he smiled. Lady Purisima immediately fell silent at the malicious and anticipatory look on his face, fearing that her pleadings had done no good and that she was about to be ravished.

"I will not take away your maidenhead," he told her, and she relaxed, "It would be a shame to deprive Lady Purisima of her name." The pun on her name was obvious to her, her name meant "Pure", which was what she strove to be. He grinned at her relief, "But you will have to make it up to me."

"How??!!" her eyes were wide. A 20 year old virgin, he thought, so shockingly old and not even in a convent!! Never mind that the convent had been her destination before he'd plucked her up out of the baggage train. Really, she should have been there years ago. He wondered why she hadn't been able to get a husband, being both pleasing to look at and endowed with a sizable dowry. Perhaps the rumors that she had fought her parents, demanding to be sent to the convent, were true.

Smiling he reached down, she trembled and closed her eyes as one of his fingers slid along the curve of her breast.

"Disrobe." he ordered her. Lady Purisima looked up at him, shocked.

"But..." she started, breathless and afraid. Had he not just said that he would not dishonor her?

"You will keep your maidenhead," he didn't allow her to finish, "But you will still pleasure me. Or you will not keep your maidenhead and I will take you by force. It is your choice." His smile was most unpleasant to her now.

Mutely she stared at him, and then got to her feet and began quietly undressing. For whatever reason she trusted that he would keep his word. Innocent as she was, she had no idea how he would be pleasured without taking her maidenhead, but she trusted that he would not as long as she cooperated.

Naked and afraid, she hugged herself as his eyes roamed her body. "Take your arms down." she didn't moved. "Take your arms down." he ordered again. Purisima's eyes pleaded with him as her hands and arms covered her plump breasts and the patch of hair between her thighs. Angry, Bernardo stepped forward. Lady Purisima closed her eyes as he forced her arms to either side of her body so that he could look upon her nakedness. She was beautiful, breasts heaving with her terror, ivory skin soft and supple. He ran his hands along her body and she shuddered.

"Get on your knees." he told her. Eyes sparkling with unshed tears, big brown orbs in her tight, drawn face, she obeyed. Undoing the laces on his pants, his thick meat sprung forward, bobbing in front of her horrified eyes. Obviously this was the first time that she'd seen a man; instinctively she leaned away from his manhood. Grabbing her hair he pulled her forward. "Open your mouth."

Staring up at him, her eyes pleaded, "No..."

As soon as her mouth opened he shoved his cock forwards, warning, "Do not bite me, or you will lose your maidenhead." Obediently, she kept her mouth open, even as the first of her tears began sliding down her face. They did nothing to mar her beauty, and he admired how pretty she looked with her pink lips wrapped tightly around his dick.

"Use your tongue, suckle on me," he ordered her, and began moaning his gratification as she obeyed. Her mouth was obviously untried, but there was something about innocence that made his balls tighten anyway. And she was quite the innocent. He began pressing his meat in and out of her mouth, making her gag slightly as he pushed more and more of his thickness down her throat. But she wasn't resisting anymore, and stopped holding her so roughly with his hands, using them instead to caress her hair and face as she sucked him. 

Reaching down he grabbed hold of her breasts, and could hear her muffled protests around his dick. However, she didn't make any move to try and remove his hands. Pinching her nipples gently he began to squeeze and knead her round breast-flesh, enjoying the feel of a woman in his hands. Especially since he was quite sure that he was the first man to ever get his hands on these exquisite tits and their alluring pink nipples. Despite her lack of technique, the knowledge of her innocence brought him fairly quickly to orgasm. Probably helped that he hadn't had a woman in several months either, and he certainly didn't intend on wasting anything with this one. She was much too pretty to waste.

Holding her head tightly against his crotch as she struggled weakly, he poured his seed down her throat and into her stomach. When he finally released her she gagged, dry-heaved a little as the taste of his seed lay heavily on her tongue, and burst into tears. As she cried he gathered her up in his arms and took her over to the blanket covered hay, laying her on one of the bales. She tried to curl up on her side, but he forced her back onto her back, looking over the splendid expanse of her body.

Entranced by her beauty, he began running his fingers over her breasts, teasing her bashful nipples back to hardness. He lowered his lips to them, and she moaned as his mouth engulfed the first sensitive bud, her body starting to hum with pleasures that she had never experienced before. The tingling traveled all the way to her womanhood, which began to itch with a kind of need that she had felt before but had never known what it meant. Lady Purisima didn't know what was happening to her, she wanted to pray but felt that she was too filthy to at this moment; her mouth still tasted of the bandit's seed, and her body was responding to his mouth and hands being upon it. More tears leaked from her eyes at her body's betrayal, her other nipple erect and yearning for the feel of his tongue rough against it.

Bernardo could feel the responses he was getting from her, the way her innocence was slowly turning to passionate fire. He sucked the other nipple into his mouth, biting down gently and listening to her faint moans of pleasure as he suckled at her breasts. Lowering his free hand to her pussy, he spread her thighs easily, caressing the soft plump flesh of her legs. Lady Purisima shuddered and moaned, the soft trailing along her inner thighs had her burning with desire, she could feel cool air touching the moist flesh of her womanhood, tantalizing and teasing. 

Slowly his hand caressed its way up to the apex of her thighs, his fingers sliding along her wetness and tugging gently at the hair there. Her hips bucked as his thumb brushed against her engorged clit, that sweet bud which was now peeking out between the folds of her pussy. Bernardo grinned as he maneuvered himself between her thighs, fiery kisses burning a path down her stomach to her groin. Lady Purisima's small hands entwined themselves in his hair as his tongue slid along the musky sweetness of her slit, and she shrieked her surprise as his mouth touched her innermost being. Quickly his tongue began to dance along her womanhood, making her gasp and twitch, her body slowly lost to sensation. 

It would have been quite easy for him to take her now, she wouldn't have even protested... and yet he didn't. He kept his word. Instead, his tongue played her body, his mouth suckling at her clit like it had at her breasts, taking that small bud between his teeth until she shrieked with pleasure. For one so innocent, it didn't take her very long to reach a long and roiling climax, her body jerking and convulsing on the hay. His mouth stayed at her wetness, drinking her juices, and deftly prolonging her orgasm until she lay exhausted and twitching, her body glistening with sweat.

When he raised himself up, her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed, despite the fact that she felt soiled and dirty. She couldn't deny the pleasure he had brought her.

Carefully he flipped her over, arranging her body so that she was draped over the hay, her knees on the ground and her hips pressed against the corner of the bale. Her delectable ass cheeks were open and spread, ivory orbs that enhanced the pink wetness of her pussy. Leaning down he blew out air across that heated flesh, listening to her whimper as it touched the over sensitive organ. 

Reaching over, he grabbed a can of lard, coating on of his fingers into it. Pressing that finger against her pink, crinkled anus, he used his other hand to hold her down as she protested. It wasn't a very long protest, she realized that she was at his mercy, and as disgusting as having his finger in her bumhole was, at least she would be keeping her maidenhead. The more important things first after all. 

Slowly his finger slid into her ass, greasing it with the lard, and she moaned, wriggling with discomfort. His finger felt impossibly thick, spearing her and spreading her apart, and her asshole felt distended and swollen around it. Eventually her bum had swallowed up the entire digit, and he began moving it in and out of her, mimicking the sex act with his finger and her asshole. Lady Purisima moaned and wriggled, trying to get used to the strange sensation of something invading her most private area. After a little bit it stopped feeling bad, in fact, it started feeling rather good. Something uncoiled inside her belly again, fueling the itch in her pussy.

Bernardo smiled as his finger slipped in and out of her ass easily, his own dick was already hard and ready to go, but he didn't want to hurt the girl after all. Especially not after the display of sexual passion that she'd put on earlier, such an aptitude for sex should be rewarded.

Pulling his finger from her ass, he re-greased it along with his middle finger. Lady Purimisa panted as her hole was emptied and then stretched even further, the strange ache that it caused feeling rather pleasant as her hole was widened. Moaning she waggled her hips in time with his fingers strokes, feeling deliciously full and wonderfully naughty, her pussy burning with the same need that had preceded that wonderful feeling when he'd put his mouth on her. Despite her innocence, her experiences in the last hour made her feel quite sure of his intentions, but she was not at all reluctant to accede to them at the moment. Not at all in fact, her bum felt absolutely wonderful if slightly uncomfortable.

Looking down at the writhing beauty before him, Bernardo decided that she was ready. He had thought to place three fingers in her backside, thus completely preparing her for his assault on her posterior, but he wanted to feel the exquisite tightness of her innocence. And from the way she was responding to just his fingers there shouldn't be too much of a problem anyway.

Removing his fingers, he wiped them on the blanket and then lined up the swollen head of his rock hard dick with her crinkled rosebud. It looked impossibly large next to that barely stretched hole, and he could feel even more blood surging to the thick weapon. Placing the tip at her entrance, he slowly began to push.

Lady Purimisa groaned as her ass was stretched its widest yet, panting as the head of his shaft entered her body. Small jabs of pain traveled up her body as he began to work back and forth in her ass, entering her a little more with each small thrust. She gasped and panted with each renewed invasion, pressing deeper and deeper into her tightest hole, invading her inner being. Behind her, Bernardo marveled at the elasticity of her ass, the way it stretched so whitely around his meat, the way his thick pole split open her ivory cheeks. It was magnificent, and he was only half way in!

When he finally had worked about three fourths of his dick into her ass, he couldn't take it anymore. With a loud groan of sexual frustration he made the final plunge, and her back arched with surprise at this sudden assault. Lady Purimisa shrieked as his groin pressed firmly against her upturned cheeks, his pubic hair rubbing against her soft skin, and the length of his dick pressing deep into her body. She sobbed at the aching pain, his dick was so much longer and thicker than his fingers, and that last brutal thrust had completely undone her. Not only that, but the pain reminded her that while she may have kept her maidenhead, she was still being disgraced by this rough and uncouth bandit.

Bernardo savored the sight of his dick, completely buried in her backside. She was exquisitely tight, her shocked hole rippling around him and massaging every inch of his length as she cramped and adjusted to the invasion of her body. Holding himself inside of her, he just luxuriated in her heat as she got used to the new arrangement. When he felt he start to relax he began the long drag out of her body, pulling out until just his head was lodged inside of her. Then he thrust, all the way in with one long and determined stroke, before repeating the process. Over and over he ravaged her backside, until she began to moan, her pussy beginning to respond to the dick in her ass as it had to his fingers.

Then he lowered his hand to that sopping aperture and began to stroke the wet folds of her virgin pussy, continuing to thrust roughly into her deflowered ass. The girl began pushing back against him with every stroke, trying to push more of him into her tight hole, moaning as she writhed against his insistently stroking hand. He held himself back from cumming, wanting her to know pleasure with a man inside of her body, feeling the hard length of his dick in her ass. The ultimate domination of this pampered young noble woman, this girl who thought to enter a convent. 

Harder and harder he stroked her ass, bouncing off the firm curves of her buttocks, using his hand on her pussy to push her up towards him with every thrust. She groaned and tightened her hole as he pressed in, massaging his dick as it ravaged her body. Finally the girl threw back her head and screamed out her orgasm, her pussy dripping wetly over his hand. As her backside tightened painfully hard on his dick he thrust into her one last brutal time, savoring her shriek of mixed pain and pleasure as the agony was wound up in her orgasm.

Spurt after spurt of seed filled her belly from the other side, white frothiness disappearing into her darkest hole. She could feel his dick pulsing against the tender walls of her ass, and she sobbed her sexual release and shame. 

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Later her family would leave the money and he returned her to them. Much later he would hear that she left the convent after less than a year, deciding to get married - much to the joy of her family. Silently he tipped his hat to the lucky husband, hoping that the man would find out what a lucky find he had in his possession.