The couple clutched each other
tightly as they surged through the doorway.
Misty was barely able to grab the keycard out of the hotel door as they
moved as one towards the bedroom of the opulent suite.
Alex and Misty had been kissing
almost since the moment the elevator doors closed in the lobby. After their nighttime walk, their mutual
attraction became more open and passionate.
Alex noticed that it was Misty who took his hand as they walked, and
also she who pulled in close for the first kiss. It was not urged or even suggested by him, but it was certainly
welcomed.
Misty’s actions, however, became
much less innocent once they had the privacy of her room. First to go was her leather bomber jacket,
followed quickly by the tight sweater she wore underneath. Alex savored the beauty of this wonderful
young woman, who was obviously comfortable being the subject of adoration. “So, you like what you see so far?” she
asked as she seductively began unbuttoning her Levi’s.
“Absolutely,” he said, joining
her. It didn’t seem fair for her to be
doing the stripping all by herself. Not
that he was complaining about watching her work. “Do you mind if I help?”
“Not at all,” she answered with a
smile. Of course, by the time he
reached her, she was down to her black lace bra and panties. So she turned her attention to taking off
his clothes. No, “taking off” would be
too subtle of a description. She tore
his clothes off with reckless abandon and wanton desire.
Once she had stripped Alex down to
his bare skin, she started kissing every inch of his body. She had no apparent pattern, moving quickly
and deftly across his chest, along his arms, down his legs, around his face,
and finally swallowing his cock with one quick and talented gulp. Once he was in her mouth, she worked him
expertly, using a level of suction he couldn’t remember. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, then
licked all the way up the length of the underside, collecting the first drop of
pre-cum.
Alex was enjoying her so much he
forgot about the effect he might have on her.
Suddenly, as her face hovered in front of his rock-hard dick, he was
frightened that this lively, vivacious woman would never be the same.
“Misty?” he asked tentatively. He waited for a response, which was very
slow in coming.
Her eyes met his, and she smiled
seductively. “It tastes good,” she
purred. “Can I have some more?”
Alex was unquestionably
relieved. For some unknown reason,
Misty wasn’t enslaved by him. She
wanted him simply because she wanted him.
And he wanted her even more because of it.
“My dear, you can have all you
want.”
That was all the invitation she
needed, going back to fellating him with abandon. Alex thought about holding out, because she was so good at this,
but he didn’t want to deprive her of her just reward. Besides, the sooner he came, the sooner he could fuck her, and he
really wanted to fuck her.
Misty’s oral actions finally pushed
Alex over the edge, and he let go with a dramatic climax. She didn’t stop or even miss a stroke,
swallowing him even as he spurted a dozen streams. He wondered how she learned to be this good of a cocksucker. He reminded himself to ask her later.
“So, did you like that?” she asked
playfully, licking the last drops from his tip.
“Absolutely,” he responded. Alex helped her to her feet, and then stood
behind her. He gently massaged her
shoulders, and slowly slid his hands forward and down. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them
through the lace that encased them.
With a flick, he opened the clasp between her tits. Freed from their constraint, they still
stood out proudly, filling his hands.
He removed her bra, then returned to
fondling her breasts. Her nipples rose
and hardened against his skin. As she
began moaning and leaning into his touch, he willed himself hard again. She felt the heat from his cock pressing
into her ass. “Ooh baby,” she
cooed. “Ready so soon?”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
He spun her around and slid her
panties. Once she was naked, he plunged
himself into her. She gasped as he
filled her, literally lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him tightly. Even as a human, Alex would have been able
to easily support her tiny body.
He lifted her up and down, driving
himself as deep as she could take him.
He could feel her spasming around his hardness, and he smelled her sex,
dripping down her thighs and his. Every
now and then, he would lick her breast as it bounced up around his face.
“S... s... stop,” Misty gasped. “I can’t take it anymore.” She was panting and shivering, her body
shimmering from perspiration.
They collapsed onto the bed. Alex lavished more attention on his lover,
this time at a much slower pace. He
nipped at her skin—fangs not exposed—and flicked his tongue around her
sensitive spots. Her ear. The back of her neck. Of course, her breasts. And he couldn’t get enough of her silky
wetness. Even though she was spent,
Misty clasped her thighs together, holding Alex’s face tightly against her
cunt. Her eyes rolled into the back of
her head as she climaxed again, multiple orgasms ripping through her. If there had been anyone else on the floor
of the hotel, they would have heard the rock star sing some amazing notes.
Alex cradled Misty close to him, the
two of them wrapped in satin sheets.
She nuzzled against his chest, kissing him softly.
“I don’t want you to go,” she
said. “You’re the first person in a
long time I’ve liked being with, and this... I can’t even describe it.” She shivered, and then laughed. “I’m still having aftershocks.”
“I don’t have to go,” he said. “If you want, I can even go with you on the
road.”
Her face lit up. “You would do that? Really?”
“Of course. It helps that I’m independently wealthy.”
She hugged him tightly, making
gleeful chirps. “That’s so great! I can’t believe it!”
“So when do we leave?” he asked.
“The first concert is in three
days. In Paris.”
He snuggled closely with her again,
sliding his hand along her firm curves under the satin sheet. “Then I guess we should brush up on our
French kissing,” he joked before he plunged his tongue into her willing mouth.
Alex saw Misty to sleep before
excusing himself. He told her that he
needed to take care of a few things before leaving town. One of those things was waiting for him in
the lobby.
“I was beginning to get worried that
you wouldn’t come back,” Rachel told him as she rose to greet him. She wasn’t wearing her suit coat anymore,
and the low-cut camisole revealed her generous cleavage. Alex thought about the contrast between
Rachel and Misty. Misty was petite,
almost tiny, although she was well-endowed and exceptionally fit. (Not to mention an amazingly energetic
little vixen, he thought to himself.)
Rachel, on the other hand, was taller and more voluptuous. Her long, dark hair cascaded around her bare
shoulders. In her business heels, she
was only a couple inches shorter than Alex, and he enjoyed following the lines
of her old-style stockings as they snaked up the back of her legs and disappeared
under her above-the-knee skirt.
She clung to him as she led him to
her car, parked outside the hotel. He
felt her heart beating, and he noticed it had sped up noticeably just from his
presence. Alex let his hand wander from
her waist down along her hip, before giving her ass a squeeze.
Neither Alex nor his enraptured
companion noticed the eyes which watched them leave the hotel.
After bringing him to her apartment,
Rachel’s first lesson began. Soon she
would be trained in the art of seduction, or at least Alex’s interpretation of
that art. Alex figured that the men
with whom Rachel worked were not exactly connoisseurs of fine women, so even
his limited experiences would be sufficient to prepare Rachel for getting their
attention.
The first step was the
wardrobe. She was well-prepared for
wrapping the men of her office around her little finger. Like her outfit tonight, most of Rachel’s
business clothes were flattering and showed off her assets. In the future, however, she would do a
little more flaunting. One or two more
buttons would be undone. Her hemlines
would rise. Her lingerie would be more
frilly, or would be dispensed with altogether.
Where before she displayed herself, now she would be aggressive in her
advertising, using her sex to her advantage.
Next came the attentiveness. Rachel would take it upon herself to pay
close attention to details, and especially the details of business. She would know who the players were, and
what the games were. There was no
reason that any “secret” in her office shouldn’t or couldn’t be known to
her. At the same time, she would listen
up for the dirt on her male counterparts.
When they screwed up, or screwed around, she would know.
Finally, Alex instructed Rachel to
pursue the men sexually. Such a move
would have been anathema to her, running counter to everything she had been
taught and to what she believed was right.
Alex made her see that it was part of a bigger plan for her to do what
he told her. For now, it was enough for
her to know that it would please him if she fucked every one of the men she was
forced to supplicate herself for at the bar.
If it pleased Alex, Rachel would do anything, and he told her to do just
that. Anything. She would learn to love taking a man’s cock
in her mouth, from behind, even up the ass.
She would want to suck and swallow, and to feel the hot cum shower her
face and her tits. She would be a
sexual goddess, and those men would learn to worship her.
Of course, Alex felt it was
important to let his student try out her newly-learned lessons. He began by drinking from Rachel. He noticed how he hungered. It had taken quite a bit of willpower to
resist feeding from Misty. In fact, she
was only the second woman he had forced himself to resist, and the first he had
slept with. But he had no reason or
desire to resist Rachel, who clearly longed for his piercing kiss.
He pondered taking a sip from her
throat, or drinking from her breast, which had become his favorite spot for
feeding from a woman. He concluded he
should be particularly careful with Rachel, because he didn’t want to leave any
indications that something had happened to her. So he went down on her, first in the conventional sense, and then
he bit into her inner thigh, which set her juices flowing again, along with her
blood. Then he let Rachel return the
favor, and began her training as an expert cocksucker. He was happy to find she was very good, and
in need of very little educating.
Alex thought about his newest
conquest as he took one last sip from Rachel while he had her fellate him
again. She made a wonderful slave, and
her male co-workers would be very appreciative of the new attentions Rachel
would soon be showing them. Of course,
none of the men would be aware of her true intentions until it is too
late. But that time will not come for
several months, long after tonight’s pleasures.
For the first time, however, Alex
found himself feeling guilty. He didn’t
regret using his powers, either tonight or at any previous time. But he felt guilt about being with this
woman now that he had found Misty. As
unbelievable as it seemed to him, he thought he might be in love with
Misty. A few weeks ago, he found one magical
woman, and tonight, he thought, he found another.
“So what should I do?” Alex asked
over the phone. “How do you deal with
something like this?”
“I can’t give you an easy answer,”
Lauren responded. “You have to be true
to yourself. It really isn’t much
different now than before, except now you have an extra choice. You can love this woman, and sacrifice part
of your new life. You can give her up,
and revel in your powers. You can make
her understand. Or you can tell her the
truth, and trust that she’ll understand.”
She heard Alex sigh loudly.
“Like I said, there isn’t an easy answer.”
“But what would you do?” he asked
plaintively.
“Do you love her?” she asked. “I mean, really love her.”
He paused and
thought about the question.