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Excerpt from “The Dreams of Violetta,” the first part of the novella, The Love of Violetta.

My darning was interrupted at seven by the baying of hounds, and the entire household staff rushed into the cold to greet Roland.

I followed the press into the main hall. Roland loomed over his father as they shook hands. One tall, pious, with a tidy powdered wig, bending over the short wicked man with the mess of dark curls. Little doubt the Duc’s wig was abandoned on a bust or resting on a drunken maid’s breast.

They shook hands. Roland kissed the cheek of the housekeeper and clapped the majordome on the back. If my love saw me, he gave no sign. Roland went to wash away the filth of the road, and I crept into the empty salon.

My hand searched for his letter, for his words of love. My breath was loud and jagged in my ears.

“Are you ill, Violetta?”

I opened my eyes, and the Duc was standing there, his dark eyes glittering.

“No, Monsieur. I only wanted to catch my breath after the press.”

The Duc was a virile forty-five, and in a moment he had me trapped against the wall. “Can I help you catch it, little maid?” he said, his face inches from mine.

I turned my head, my hands balled into fists. “Please, Monsieur.”

He rubbed the rough stubble of his cheek on my face. “What do you want?” he said, leaning his body into me.

“Father, I forgot to tell you—”

Tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes. To be found like this by my love, my noble Roland, it was more than I could bear. My cheeks burned.

The Duc released me, like a cat done with the mouse it had been tormenting. “Yes, my son, what did you forget?”

“The merchants…they said…” Roland mumbled.

I rushed from the room, up the stairs, and straight to my bed where I bathed my pillow with my tears. It was a quick cry—there was work to be done. I needed to talk to Roland. If I could explain myself, tell him the Duc had caught me in a room unawares…

Romantic Monday: The Dog Park, Part 4

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For this week, I wanted to skip over into (I almost wrote Tod because that’s the name of the main male character of the story I’m working on) John’s perspective. And why not some more masturbation?

This post is part of Romantic Monday. For the full roster, visit Edward Hotspur’s blog.

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What had inspired me to ask her out, I’ll never know. While I was doubled over in pain, thinking things couldn’t go any worse, I resolved to make the best of it. After all, she wasn’t heartless, she had to feel bad about that nut shot her dog managed to pull of. I figured I’d play on her sympathies for a date. To my surprise, it worked.

Closing my eyes, I could see Kerry’s pretty blond hair, her vivid green eyes, and bright smile. Her dog was a beast. To be honest, seeing a petite girl like her with a massive dog was a turn-on. Not that Shoe wasn’t a fine specimen of a hound. She was the perfect wing women, and today she’d done a superb job.

“Want a treat, girl?” I asked her once we got back home.

She skittered a quick circle, an enthusiastic yes. I grabbed a Milkbone.

“Sit,” I said, holding the back of my hand up to her. “Paw up,” I told her, holding my forearm close to her.

She put her two little paws on my arm and delicately took the biscuit from my hand. Shoe was a pretty French bulldog, a reverse brindle. When she was born, one toe had been cut off during the Cesarean, and as a pup she’d worn a shoe, earning her name.

“Good girl.” I patted her head then wiped the drool off her face. One nice thing about dating a girl with a bulldog, I wouldn’t have to explain the towels all over the floor.

Okay, there would be a lot of nice things about dating her. I hopped in the shower and washed my hair. I took my time shaving, careful not to cut myself. I styled my hair with some fancy hair gunk.

Shoe could sense my excitement. She dashed around my feet as I paced from my closet to my bureau. I finally opted for the the t-shirt of a robot my sister got me and some cargo pants with my green sneakers. It was as close to cute as I got.

I still had about an hour to kill. With nothing better to do I stripped off my clothes and let my imagination run wild. I conjured Kerry to lay by my side, to breathe in my ear and trail her fingers up my chest as I worked my hand over my mushroom head.

I moaned and it was her fingers that closed over balls. “That feels good,” I told her. She would smile at me and press her tits against my arm.

Precum dribbled out of my head and I worked over my cock. “Oh Kerry,” I said. A second later, my nuts tightened and I surged in my hand. I mopped up the mess with a tissue.

“Never go out with a loaded gun,” I told Shoe when I let her back in the room. Before I left I made sure to settle Shoe into her little bed. “Lazy dog, you’re just going to sleep the whole time I’m gone, aren’t you?”

She gave a contented sigh and closed her eyes.

When I started down the street for my date, I was almost skipping.

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Next week, the date! I think I’m going to stick with John for another three turns and develop him a bit more.

I hope you like the dogs. They’re based on real dogs. Despite their difference in size, (30 lbs. vs. 95 lbs.) they were/are adept at stealing beds. Don’t worry, they’ll have their own love affair too. The real Sasha wrestles with an adorable English bulldog (she launches herself off of things onto him), so I’ve got a good idea about the mechanics.

Sexy Homework

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I know, I’ve been remiss in doing anything with this blog. I don’t know if sharing my sexy homework makes up for that, but I hope it does. There’s no actual sex in this story, just fantasies, discussions, and remembrances of sex. The scene is told first from the woman, Jessica’s perspective, and then we see it from her boyfriend Paul’s perspective.

Jessica

A smile still teased my lips. Paul, my boyfriend, looked hot in his frilly shirt, tight vest and breeches, silk stockings with silk ribbon garters, and court shoes, all cream and baby blue. I loved when he let me dress him.

The car breaking down sucked. Paul had called for a tow truck, and now he was calling someone from the party for a ride. It would be a travesty to spend an hour dressing up for a masque and miss it.

I fumbled beside me for the lever and lowered my seat. I put my exotic new boots up on the dash.

“Minx,” he said, slipping back into his seat.

“So, how long?” I asked.

“Indeterminate. They need to either find someone sober enough to drive, or wait for someone to show up.”

“I guess we’ll have to keep ourselves amused.” I didn’t push my tits at him, although they looked luscious in the black leather corset. I didn’t try some exotic contortion to show my ass. I wiggled my feet at him, and his eyes popped out of his head.

My expensive new boots had been shipped from England, and upon their arrival in the states, they were torn from their tissue paper and fornicated with, or upon, I’m not sure which was more accurate. My boyfriend had a thing for leather boots. When I came how, he’d proudly asked me to see if I could tell where he had cleaned his spunk from my boots. I could, but he was so excited I’d lied.

Paul made me strip down and trot around in the boots for a few minutes, then it was time to get ready. We had a reputation to uphold. Paul’s dick was so hard he could barely get his breeches on. Our theme was rococo-punk, or something. We looked good, that was the main thing. Before we left, Paul had rubbed his crotch against the sole of my boot, stroking the red seam of my Cuban-heel stocking. He had to walk hunched over like an awkward teenager.

“It’s too bad we don’t know when people are coming. I could finger myself and you could play with these.” Wiggle.

Paul’s hand was on his crotch, and he rubbed himself against it. “And?”

“This time you can come in me and lick my boots.”

“I thought about that,” he said. “I thought about you legs in your stocking, the taste of leather on my tongue, and your hot pussy.” At the last word his hips thrust up.

“It’s too bad I’m not wearing those old-timey crotchless bloomers. You could just bend me over the hood of the car and have your way with me.”

Paul’s face wrinkled, like all the blood rushing to his dick left his head dehydrated. He fiddled with the fastenings of his breeches.

“Hey mister, none of that,” I said and slapped his hand away.

He lunged over the consol. He knew better than to kiss me when I was wearing this much makeup, so he buried his face in my breasts instead. He cupped my mound over my satin bloomers.

“Baby, you’ll get my costume all wet,” I said. And he would. At the hot press of his fingers the moisture was seeping out of me.

He had a wicked grin as he looked up. He licked my teeth, careful of my lipstick, and went back to smashing his face in my tits. His hand slipped into my bloomers and he stroked the soft cotton of my underwear. “Fuck, you are wet.”

I pushed him back into his seat. He stared at me and licked his fingers.

This is what we were going to do until someone came to get us, play, How hot can you make me?

It was Paul’s turn, and I yanked my foot up to my mouth. With my tongue I traced the patterns on the leather. Wedging myself against the door, I got my other foot into Paul’s lap. He cradled the heel against his hard-on.

“You’re going to make me come,” he said as I laved the leather of my boot like it was a sentient creature to be pleasured by my tongue. “I’m going to have a huge stain on my crotch, because you’re so hot making out with that boot.”

Headlights flashed and slowed. Either our ride was here or the tow truck had arrived. I jerked upright and tried to compose myself. Paul just laughed.

Paul

These pants were strangling my boner. I could hear Jessica in my head, telling me, They’re breeches Paul. As she dressed me, she explained the garments. The words went in one ear and out the other. I watched her hands linger on the fastenings, her parted lips, her eyes darkening with lust.

When the car broke down, I called a tow truck and got in touch with someone at the party. I neither knew nor cared why Jessica got so wet at costume parties, my focus was on making it happen, and that sweet drunken sex at the end of the night, drooping feathers smashed on the pillow, a mouth full of makeup.

When I got back in the car, she had her boots up for me to see. “Minx.” The afterimage of my cock against the heel burned in the dark.

“So, how long?” she asked.

“Indeterminate. They need to either find someone sober enough to drive, or wait for someone to show up.” A mischievous smile curled her lips. I don’t think she knew how indulgent she was. Most women would—and reasonably may I add—object to having their brand new boots ejaculated on. My girlfriend was too wound up about the party to let anything deter her happiness. A pair of backup boots waited for us if the new ones hadn’t arrived. She was going to get hot and bothered showing off all night and vent her lust on me.

“I guess we’ll have to keep ourselves amused,” she said in a low thick tone. She moved her toe in a seductive circle. “It’s too bad we don’t know when people are coming. I could finger myself and you could play with these.”

Her toe moved in another circle, and I pictured the tip resting at the base of my cock, rubbing small pulsing spirals. My cock strained my pants and I had to press my hand against it. “And?”

“This time you can come in me and lick my boots.”

Her words enveloped me, a warm wet sheath around my imagination. The chemical sting of her new leather boots had brought tears to my eyes as I nuzzled them, fresh from their wrapping. Now they were filled with her petite feet in their silky stockings. “I thought about that,” I said. “I thought about you legs in your stocking, the taste of leather on my tongue, and your hot pussy.” My body arched off the seat.

“It’s too bad I’m not wearing those old-timey crotchless bloomers. You could just bend me over the hood of the car and have your way with me,” she said.

Her apple round ass appeared in front of me, her creamy thighs with the red stripe of her seamed stocking, the lips of her pussy peeking out from between them.

“Hey mister, none of that,” she said and slapped the back of my hand.

I hadn’t been aware of my fingers, busying themselves at my laces in an attempt to relieve my excruciating boner. It just needed a minute to stretch its legs.

Overcome with lust, I went for her tits, pressing my lips to her velvet skin. I slipped my hand between her legs.

“Baby, you’ll get my costume all wet,” she pleaded.

I had to taste her. How could I listen to her say that and not have her salt on my lips? I stuck my tongue in her mouth, something too barbaric to be called a kiss. Like a drunken noble in a brothel, I dove into her tits while my other hand sought her moisture. “Fuck, you are wet.”

She pushed me back into my seat. God it got me so hot when she manhandled me. I stuck my fingers in my mouth.

Not to be outdone, Jessica traced her new leather boots with the tip of her pink tongue. I pressed the heel of her other boot against my cock. “You’re going to make me come,” I said.

Jessica continued to put on a show for me. I should tell her she’s messing up her lipstick, but she was so hot. She wiggled in her seat, her hips rocking back and forth. “I’m going to have a huge stain on my crotch, because you’re so hot making out with that boot,” I said.

My balls got that tight feeling, my dick twitched, and the crunch of gravel announced we had company. I laughed—saved by the fucking bell, or tow truck

 

 

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The Seduction of Mademoiselle de la Grise

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Boucher [Public Domain] via WikiPaintings

 18+, Nonconsensual/dubious consent. All characters depicted over 18.

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“How provincial…”

A phrase lipped with a sneer that described my whole life, until she walked down the aisle at Mass. From the corner of my eyes, a flash of silver and yellow ribbons filled the dull church. The Comtesse des Barres—her very name sends shivers down my spine. I mouthed the “Amens” like dust and knelt and rose through the ceremony like a dumb beast. All I wanted to do was drink the new Parisian beauty with my eyes and I stared at her back as she spoke with the General’s wife.

I searched everywhere for information about the woman, pestering the servants, bothering my mother, until I learned those three magical words, Comtesse des Barres. After that, it was a matter of waiting for an invitation. My mother, the Marquise de le Grise, and I, were always invited to the General’s.

I put on my best dress, expecting her there. I was not disappointed. Her tall lithe form commanded the room, diamonds glittering in her hair and patches prancing about her face.

My heart thrilled at having her close, at being able to gaze upon her. When she approached me, all I was able to do was put on a pleasant expression.

“Mademoiselle de la Grise, I hope you do not find me forward, but too much of your bosom shows. Not that it is not a delightful bosom, white as snow, soft as goose down.” Her eyes drifted to the subject, her lips curling in a voluptuous smile.

That expanse of skin flushed red as she adjusted my linen collar.

“Thank you, Comtesse des Barres,” I stammered.

My mother smiled and took my hand. “Yes, thank you Comtesse.” She knew we lived in the backwaters of France, and were glittering bird like the Comtesse to become my patron, it would help me make much of my supposed beauty.

“Her hair is not dressed to her advantage either,” the Comtesse continued. She made me sit in her lap to arrange my hair. The scent of rose swirled around me as she moved, her diamonds throwing off little sparks of light. Each time her finger brushed my cheek, my heartbeat sped.

My mother clapped her hands in delight. “You were quite right Comtesse. Her hair looks almost as splendid as your own.”

“My woman, Madame Bouju, could teach her how to arrange her hair,” the Comtesse said, her elegant hands on my shoulders. She turned me toward her and kissed me. So many strange feelings rose in me at the feel of her lips against mine. I started when she spoke. “I will send her to you.”

“Nonsense,” the Abbe interjected, “you should not deprive yourself of your servant.”

My mother’s smile only faded for a moment before curling her lips again. “Why, it would not be necessary. I will send my daughter to you.”

The Comtesse caught my chin in her long fingers and took another kiss, this one lingering on my lips. “What a delightful idea.”

The night after that is a blur to me. I remember many wet warm kisses from the Comtesse and how they seemed to touch places of me that I didn’t know I had. Unable to contain my joy the next morning as we packed, I plagued the servants and pestered my mother.

I sent my maids running for ribbons and bagatelles. From my mother I wheedled the loan of half the family jewels.

The ride in the carriage was a veritable party, with the General’s whole family, the Abbe, the Cure. We surprised the Comtesse in a her pink dressing gown, white ribbon coronets in her hair, without a single patch to be seen. She greeted us as though she wore the finest velvets with a gracious curtsey. “Mesdames, now you have seen all my fashions.”

The Abbe took in her state of undress, and commented, “In my youth, I would prefer the shepherdess to the princess.” His words were accompanied with a lewd wink.

Everyone laughed, and the Comtesse kissed his cheek.

We were given rooms to wash and after that joined the Comtesse for refreshments downstairs. While we ate, Madame Bouju entered and tutted at my hair. “Yes,” she said, “this is badly done. Do not worry Madame de la Grise, by the time we are done with your daughter, people will think you have sent to Paris for a hairdresser.”

My mother smiled and thanked her. All I was aware of was the soft eyes of the Comtesse fixed on me. She sat beside me, and with both my hands caught in hers, she kissed me.

I’m not sure why, but I was impatient for the night to end. The Comtesse seemed anxious as well. The fine courtier she was, she hid it well, but I could see her mouth tighten as glasses were filled, toasts proposed, and old yarns unwound. Somehow, it ended, and we were at the door waving goodnight.

Madame Bouju dressed me for the night and showed me to the bed so I was by the petite ruelle. A moment later the Comtesse joined me in her gleaming white chemise, her eyes fever bright.

“Come here,” she said, lifting the sheets around her.

I pressed my body against hers and she caught my lower lip between hers. Her skin was hot through the thin fabric of our night clothes. I wound my arm around her neck, but instead she took one hand and pressed it to her flat chest with its slight swell of bosom.

A strange heat pooled between my legs. The Comtesse must have approved, for she coaxed it to burn brighter, her hands trailing down my back to cup my bottom, part my thigh. I rubbed against her leg, and the movements of her body spurned me on.

The Comtesse pulled away, and said in a low voice, “What a lovely mouth you have Agnes, and the swell of your breasts enchants me. May I see them?” As she spoke, she rolled me so I lay trapped between her arms, her body over mine.

Heat flooded my cheeks at her tender compliments, and with shaking hands I tugged loose the ribbon on my chemise. With a happy sigh, the Comtesse stroked my bosom, sending sparks through me as she touched their tips. I thought of her diamonds, the soft press of her lips against mine.

She shifted and I found her solid hipbone grinding into the juncture between my legs. The heat roiled in my core. Her mouth touched the soft skin of my bosoms and I couldn’t breathe. My hands clutched her clothes, her hot wet mouth closed over the bud of my breast, and I moaned.

“Come, my darling,” she said, and suckled on my bosom.

My body froze and gripped, my heart stopped, and pleasure exploded in me. The Comtesse smothered my cries with her kisses. Placing me in front of her, she pulled me back to her body, her hand nestled in my bosom. I fell asleep with her hips gently rocking against my bottom.

The next day I was distracted. I thought only of the night, when I would lay beside the Comtesse once again. I did my best to focus on my lessons, but I did poorly. The Comtesse was indulgent, soothing me with kisses and caresses.

We began again, as the night before, but her kisses became wild. Her tongue dipped into my mouth and danced. My hips bucked into her as she pulled at the hard points of my nipples beneath my chemise.

She lay above me above me and parted my legs with her knees. I stared as she drew my chemise over my waist. Taking my breast in her mouth again, all thoughts fled as her hot tongue lashed my nipple.

To the familiar heat between my legs, something new was added, like a firm rod covered in silk.

The Comtesse held my gaze for a moment before she bent down to give me a tender kiss, her lips lightly brushing over mine. It was like she was trying to tell me something important.

A moment later, her hands seized my shoulders in a strong grip and pain pierced the heat. Shocked, I opened my eyes to see the Comtesse straining about me, her mouth pulled down in a grimace.

I bore it a moment longer before I tried to push her off. “Madame, I don’t know what you’re doing, but it hurts.”

“Hush darling,” she said and tried to kiss me.

I twisted in her arms, but her grip was firm and she kept moving between my legs, thrusting into my gut inch by painful inch. Hot tears stung my eyes and the Comtesse drank them. So busy was she lapping at my cheeks, she did nothing to stifle my cries.

Madame Bouju peeked past the curtain and I felt shame at being caught in such an intimate embrace with the Comtesse. “Is all well?” she asked, a smirk on her wrinkled old lips.

“It was just a cramp Madame,” I mumbled. I winced as the Comtesse’s fingers dug into my shoulder.

“The pain will pass in a minute Mademoiselle, and then you will be pleased,” Bouju said before she disappeared.

I repeated the words in my head as the Comtesse started again, and there was pleasure after I had borne the pain. The Comtesse released her grip and I clung to her. A heat coiled where our bodies joined.

“Do you love me my darling?” the Comtesse asked, my nipple tweaked between her thumb and forefinger. Each word was punctuated with a thrust of her hips.

“I love you,” I said. She forced the breath from me with each jolt of her body. “And you will always love me?”

She did not answer, only kissed me some more with her greedy lips. The pressure in my belly built and finally released in a wave. The Comtesse moaned. She left me empty as the pleasure washed over me, and a hot liquid coated my stomach.

After she wiped me off, she kissed me and told me how beautiful I was. I fell asleep to her tender whispers.

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And thus concludes the seduction of Mademoiselle de la Grise. Don’t fret, there’s more to the tale.

Dressed as a woman, the Abbe de Choisy often seduced women. In The Transvestite Memoirs, he tells of his affair with a young noblewoman, Mademoiselle de la Grise. At twenty years old, she is so sheltered she doesn’t realize the Comtesse des Barres (as the Abbe went by) is really a man. For the full story, see pages 71-96. Needless to say, liberties have been taken with the tale.

The Golden Coin (#14)

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Before I could react, Jafari was kissing up the underside of my cock. He reached the top and pulled back the foreskin to lick the head. Hewa leaned forward to fondle my balls, and I was soon rocking in her arms with the rhythm of her husband’s pulls.

“How delicious you taste Darius,” he said, rubbing my dick against his lips.

All I could do was moan. My breath came out in strangled gasps as he pressed his mouth over my dick, swallowing it to the hilt.

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This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.

Alice and the Warden: A Superjail! Smut

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9/30, the new season of Superjail! starts on Cartoon Network! Hurray!

To celebrate, I bring you Alice and the Warden: An Uncensored Superjail! Smut.

Fans, I hope you find this and get a kick out of it. I don’t know how well the visual style of the show translates to text, but I tried.

18+, Transexual, nonconsent, sex change.

For those of you not familiar with the series, Alice is the transexual guard the Warden lusts after.

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Gazing at Alice’s picture, the Warden sighed.

“I don’t understand, why won’t she love me?” he asked his reflection. His purple beaver hair top hat was perfection, as was his lemon silk shirt, carnation bow tie, and matching purple tuxedo.

“Jailbot!”

The cheerful automaton appeared, idly throttling Jacknife.

“Get me the Doctor.”

A screen popped out of Jailbot’s side and the sound of shrieks filled the room. On the green monitor tentacles writhed around a white blob.

“Oh, that’s right my little experiment, fuck your daddy,” the Doctor moaned.

The Warden was disgusted to realize the pale shape jiggling was the Doctor’s ass. “Doctor!”

“Oh, Warden, uh…what can I do for you?”

“I want you to make me a love potion, so Alice will fall in love with me.”

The Doctor’s dick made a loud POP as it came out whatever hole it was shoved in. “Love is complicated. Do you want to come visit my experiment X?”

“No, make me a love potion!” The Warden threw a bottle of cologne at the screen and Jacknife howled as the shattered glass embedded in his face, the wounds bathed in cologne. Jailbot zipped from the room, leaving the Warden to sulk.

Clapping his hands, his caterpillar ride appeared. He bothered The Gays, yelled at Jared, and went stomping around the pumpkin patch until the peas and carrots chased him out.

Cue Eurotrash house music (unst unst unst unst)

The Twins snooped in to see what the Doctor was researching, then zapped back to their base.

“If it’s a love potion the Warden wants…” one said.

“Then we’ll have to help him…”

Information about hormones and female gentalia flew by on their screen as they devised a surprise for the Warden.

A week later, and the Warden was throwing pennies in a fountain, wishing for love.

“Warden! Warden, I’ve done it!” The Doctor held in his hand a glowing pink vial.

“You’ve done what?” the Warden asked in a peevish mood.

“I’ve made you a love potion. Here, drink this, and you will become irresistible to those around you.”

The Warden gave a girlish squeal, tapped his cane, and rode a rainbow into his office. He pressed a button on the intercom. “Alice! I need you now!”

Alice grunted, “Fine.”

Giggling, the Warden downed the solution.

Alice slammed the door open. The Warden swooned, his gaze lingering over her flame red hair, the dark stubble over her full lips, the luscious curve of her tits in her uniform, the mysterious bulge in her skirt, her muscular thighs. “What?” she grunted.

Her eyes widened and she stepped toward the Warden.

The Warden smiled and muttered to himself, “The potion is working.”

To his shock, the potion was doing more than attracting Alice. The Warden’s shirt grew uncomfortably tight and his dick turned itself inside out and burrowed into him as his balls atrophied.

He looked down and screamed, “I’m a woman!”

“And what a woman,” Alice said. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m gonna fuck that pussy.”

The Warden squeaked as she threw him across the desk, tearing off his pants. Pulling up her skirt, she shed her tighty whities, revealing a fat hard cock.

“Take off your shirt and let me see those titties,” Alice said, rubbing her drooling dick on the Warden’s slit.

With trembling hands the Warden unbuttoned his shirt. He’d dreamed of his time together with Alice, but it wasn’t like this. It was all candles and roses and bubble baths, and he was the man.

Alice bit his nipple and he squealed. “Alice, stop it, I don’t like that,” he said even as his new pussy drooled.

Alice slid a finger into his slippery cunt. “I think you do like it Warden.” She dropped her shirt on the floor and smashed her tits against the Warden’s.

The Warden looked down to see his hard nipples rubbing against Alice’s pink thick nipples. He squirmed on her finger, working it further into his twat.

“God, you’re so tight Warden, are you a virgin?”

“N…no,” the Warden replied, his face turning red.

Alice worked another finger into his pussy and he winced. “Oh, I think you are, at least this pussy is.” She crouched between his thighs and lapped his oozing twat. “I’ll tell you what Warden, suck my dick, and I’ll make sure you leave this room a real woman.”

Alice flopped into the Warden’s chair, grabbing his hair and forcing his head down into her groin.

Her crotch smelled like sweat and yeast. The Warden opened his mouth, feeling the smooth head fill his mouth and push back into his throat. “Nngg…” he protested.

“That’s good, suck my cock Warden,” Alice said, her hips bucking into the Warden’s mouth. She pressed his head down on her cock until her pubic hair tickled his lips and held him there as he struggled for air, tears streaming from his eyes.

The Warden came up, gasping, and as soon as he gulped down a lungful, Alice shoved him back on her cock. He could hear his sinuses creaking as her cock stretched out his throat. He got into a rhythm of sucking in air as Alice let him up before plunging her dick back into his mouth.

Alice grunted as her dick swelled. “Not so fast sweet lips, I’m not coming in your mouth, I’m coming in your pussy.” She let the Warden fall limp to the ground, spit smeared all over his cheeks and chin. “I’m going to make you beg for my dick,” she said, picking up the Warden’s thighs and burying her face between them. She laved his pussy lips until he was straining to get his hot little clit in her mouth.

“Oh Alice! Keep licking my pussy!” he said, twisting his nipples.

Alice tongued his clit and the Warden’s whole body convulsed. An unbearable pressure coiled low in his stomach and he exploded in Alice’s mouth. Unlike his usual orgasm from whacking off to her picture, this one kept going, washing over him in waves until his toes curled and his hands clenched Alice’s hair.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” She brutally thrust her cock in the Warden, making him cry out in pain. He tried to wriggle away but Alice gripped his ass, holding him still to plunder his pussy.

The pain subsided, and the Warden was surprised to find he enjoyed the fullness of Alice’s cock in him. Her sweat dripped in his face and he pulled her down to suckle her tits as she fucked him. Arching his back, he took more and more of her punishing dick into his virgin pussy. The Warden reached down to flick his clit as Alice pushed his ankles around his neck.

Furiously rubbing his clit, the Warden felt his pussy clench on Alice’s cock. Another orgasm washed over him, his cunt milking Alice’s dick. She painted the inside of his pussy with her jizz and kept fucking him, she was so hot for the Warden.

Alice shoved herself in the Warden up to the hilt, her balls bouncing off his thighs, spooge dripping out of his twat.

“Oh Alice, fuck me Alice, fuck me!”

“You got it boss.” Alice positioned the Warden so she could take him doggie style. She pummeled him, her balls slapped the back of his hand as he fidgeted with his clit. Touching it lightly, he felt something new in his pussy, a different kind of pressure, and in another moment he was girl gushing all over his fingers. The Warden stuck his finger in his mouth, tasting this brand new pussy juice.

Alice moaned. “Suck your fingers you little bitch.” She loaded her hand up with cum and stuffed it in the Warden’s mouth. “Now suck mine, you filthy whore.”

The Warden sucked on her fat sausage fingers and made himself come again. This time Alice blew her load too. Pulling out her dick, she sprayed jizz all over all over his ass, then passed out on top of the Warden, sated.

The Warden rolled over to hold his delightful love nymph as she slept. She woke an hour later, punched him in the face and threatened to kill him if he told anyone about them.

For the next hour, the Warden jerked his meat thinking about Alice’s tits, happy to have his dick back.

A few months later, the Warden’s belly started to swell. Jared is running a profitable gambling ring, with people betting over the due date and identity of the father. The Doctor is studying the phenomena while the Twins say nothing and smile.

(unst unst unst unst)

The Vampire Rubbed My Cock Part 2

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Free erotica, Free smut, oral sex, Vampire, vibrator

So, after posting the first bit on Literotica, I got two comments to the effect of there’s not a lot of smut about lady vampires. Say what? So I’m adding more, kind of a smut-on-demand thing. From now on, it’s living at Literotica, I’m just announcing the project here/pasting Part 2, as it’s still being approved. Enjoy! (Also, don’t fret, the M/M bit is coming out next Thursday as planned).

18+

I awoke to the most delicious scent in the world, my cum and cunny. I lifted myself off my beauty, stretched, and decided I needed a bath. The lovely vampire distracted me.

She was out, anatomically dead. Was it rape if I knew she wanted to dream of me, and by touching her, I would fulfill her desires? I put my hand on her thigh.

“Oh Giles.”

“My sweet thing. Can I play with your pussy while you sleep?”

“Yes…” she hissed.

I wet two fingers in my mouth and stuffed them in her pussy. “Say, ‘Fuck me with your hand Giles.'”

“Giles…”

Close enough. Turning my hand, I curled my fingers against her g-spot. Her muscles spasmed. Adding my mouth to her clit, my finger to her anus, and she came on my hand.

“What’s your name, pretty one?”

“Camille.”

This is too easy.

Showers were something I hadn’t gotten used to, and for that matter, I needed all my strength to go shopping. Camille had one of those gorgeous claw tubs vampires always had and I sank my weary body into it. First I enjoyed the cool porcelain, then the hot water. You wouldn’t know I bathed regularly by the greasy ring I left.

I took Camille’s car to the store and bought myself a lot of steak, a case of beer, and some other food. Next was a stop to my favorite store for some of my favorite things. On the way back I picked up a large bouquet of camellias.

By the time I had a steak frying, I was a little light headed. Once I’d washed the meat down with a cold beer I felt better. Rummaging through the cupboards I found a dusty vase, probably worth a small fortune, and wiped it gently with a damp paper towel, because heaven forbid you break one of their little treasures. Hopefully it wasn’t something she kept out of spite, the last gewgaw from a lover before she ate his unfaithful heart.

I set it where she’s see it, and tidied up the room. Vampires were selective cleaners, sweeping the floors, folding clothes and putting them away, but generally refusing to dust or shoo the spiders back into the wall.  I swept the bedroom, scoured the bathtub, washed my new toys, then curled up by Camille’s side to wait for her to rise.

“Giles?”

“Beside you. Are you stiff? Shall I chafe your hands?”

She laughed. “Yes. They’re stiff. How do you know so much about vampires?”

“Well, Camille, I’m a bit older than I look.” I took her hand and gently rubbed her knuckles before manipulating them.

“How did you know my name? And where did those flowers come from?”

“You told me in your sleep, and I bought them for you. Do you like them?”

“They’re lovely. You didn’t really answer my question.”

“But I did.” I stuck her two fingers in my mouth until she wiggled them out. “I told you, I’m very very old.”

“But not a vampire?” Her body quickened with the darkness, and once again life flowed in her marble veins.

I settled myself between her legs, stroking her thighs. “No, a creature known for its lust rather than blood lust.”

“A satyr?” she asked, sitting up to look at me with surprise.

“Mm…hm…” I told her pussy.

“I do feel different, like I could run through the forest and rut in the dirt.”

“The gift of my blood.” I tongued her clit and brought her off quickly. “The gift of my mouth, my body.” I thrust my fingers into her body and licked her asshole.

“What are you doing Giles?”

“I’m letting you please me, in exchange for your meal tonight.”

She moaned as I worked the tip of my tongue into her ass.

“I’ve never—”

“Hush, please me and I will teach you many things,” I said.

Camille relaxed and let me work my tongue into her asshole. I loved the feel of that thin membrane of flesh moving between my hand and tongue. I stroked her to another juddering climax.

Before she could squirm away my tongue was in her mouth.

“That’s disgusting.”

“How many centuries since you shat? There’s only a toilet in your bathroom because you’re too lazy to strip this house of it’s mortal amenities. With a name like Camille, I would say you’re a hundred and fifty years old.”

“How did you guess?”

I laughed. “Because everyone named their daughters Camille after they read La Dame aux Camélias.”

“I’m not hungry yet,” she said, batting her eyes at me.

“And I’m not finished.”

Last night I had shown restraint with the girl. Tonight, I set her upon my cock and told her to ride me like a billy goat. She giggled. Nothing brought out the young girl in a vampire like meeting someone older. She rode me, her glorious tits bouncing, and I came.

“I’m getting peckish,” she said.

“And I’m nowhere near through with you.”

I put her on her hands and knees. When I opened her drawer, she was surprised to see something new, something long and black with a red round head. I plugged it into the wall, dribbled some lube on it, and scooted underneath her. Even on low, the vibrator gave out a powerful thrum. Camille’s head hung from her shoulders as she watched me.

First I teased her labia and her legs twitched. I worked the throbbing head into the folds beside her clit, above and below her clit, over her wet entrance, until she writhed on the dancing head. I ground the vibrator into her bud, and sweet ambrosia poured from her honeyed lips into my mouth. Again and again she came, and I drank from her until her cold skin was covered with sweat.

She fell forward onto the bed, her limbs shaking. “You feed from sex.”

“Yes,” I said, kissing her damp brow. Fetching a warm wash cloth from the bathroom, I rubbed her and snuggled her body until her stiffness eased.

“Is that why you leave, because two people can’t live off one another?”

“Yes, for a month or two we can live off one another, but after that, we would grow weak.”

“I’m very hungry.”

“Then drink, my love.”

She wiped her cum from my chest before she drank from me. Again I was woken by a predawn thirst that I slaked in the sink.

“Watching you drink like that, I don’t know how I missed what you were.”

I wiped my mouth on my wrist and put no effort into passing off as human. I sank into my haunches, my legs shifting, and two tightly curled horns sprouted from my brow. Camille laughed as I jumped on the bed.

“Today, I want you to take me as I sleep, like this, half goat, half man.”

I bleated and chewed her hair. She drifted into her coma giggling. I was soon behind her, skipping off to the land of Hypnos.

My growling stomach roused me. I ate, I bathed, and I was horny again. I played with Camille’s limbs for a minute, posing her on the bed so her pert breasts pointed to the ceiling, or her clit peeked from between her lips, a shy little pearl.

I couldn’t resist tasting her, getting her off with my tongue. My immortal flower flushed pink at the attention. She twitched a little as she came. The right herbs, and she could be a day walker as well.

I rubbed my legs against hers. “Feel that Camille? That is the coarse hair of you satyr, getting ready to mount you.”

She moaned.

With a tit in one hand, I slammed into her, my dick bending when it reached her cervix. I got her knees up by her chest, and her wet channel gripped me each time I withdrew. Before I came, I pulled my dick out and painted her.

I licked one ear and whispered, “Now, I’m leaving you like this, covered in my cum, while I go run some errands.”

She hissed in her sleep.

“When I get back, I’m going to bathe you with my tongue.”

Camille’s lips twitched upward.

I threw out the wilted flowers. Bloody camellias. I’d have to get a standing order for them.

The Vampire Rubbed My Cock (F/M)

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Free erotica, Free smut, oral sex, Vampire

18+ (And yes, I know I’m posting a Madonna with my smut, but she’s a sexy Madonna)

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The vampire rubbed my cock. It pushed painfully against the zipper of my jeans as she cupped my erection. My tongue was in her mouth, and when I nicked it on her fang, she moaned, sucking on my blood.

“Can I bite you?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I said, grinding my dick into her hand.

“I suppose you want a favor?” Her hand was at my button.

“I might.”

She pulled away from me scowling. “If you’re going to be cute, the deal’s off.”

“What is the deal? I know I’m going to need to take it easy tomorrow, eat some steak, but what do I get for it?”

While she stood there thinking I took her free hand, the one that wasn’t halfway stuffed into my jeans, and put it in my mouth. I pretended it was her pussy, tonguing her fingertip like a clit, licking her fingers like labia.

“I like eating pussy,” I helpfully told her.

“That’s it, you eat my pussy, then I get a snack.”

“No, that’s just something I’m offering. Either a blowjob or some sex would repay me amply.”

“How about I just overpower you and take your blood?”

I laughed. “Because it tastes better if I’m horny. I’ve played this game before, you take me home, we fuck, you drink, I fall asleep, I wake up sometime next afternoon and leave. Sometimes you make me a big juicy steak if you’re up.”

“Vampires sleep during the day,” she said.

“Not all of you. Most of you do.”

“How often do you do this?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Enough to take a few years off my life.”

“And no one wanted to keep you?”

My dick had been steadily going limp during our conversation, and at this point it had completely flatlined in her hand. “I’ve had a few girlfriends, but nothing long term. C’mon, let’s go, it’ll be fun. I like eating pussy, I’m good at it.”
She shook her head. I just grinned at her, waiting for her to give into her growling stomach.

“Okay, we’ll take my car.”

It was black (of course). She lived in a little Victorian house with deep shutters (of course) with an oddly artful lawn of weeds.

“Your garden is lovely,” I said.

“Thank you. I’ve got a little swamp in the back full of sundews and pitcher plants.” She opened the door and held it for me. “You know a lot about vampires.”

“Yes, well…I have my tastes,” I said by way of defense.

Taking my hand, she ran up the stairs with me in tow. She threw open her door and pushed me onto her bed. Her panties were off in a flash and my dick was cheering. She leapt upon the bed. Stretching out my arms, I greeted her crouching thighs.

“Beautiful,” I whispered before burying my mouth in her cunt. I knew it was the flattery that got vampires off.

She had a sweetish coppery taste behind the salt that I lapped from her lips. I ran my tongue over her folds until she squirmed. I pressed my mouth over her clit letting it slip past my teeth. Her legs twitched.

I rocked her hips back and forth over my mouth. Thrusting my tongue inside her, she hissed. She moved faster, rubbing her clit on my front teeth. With the pad of my finger I rubbed her wrinkled asshole.

A long quaver escaped her throat before her pussy clenched and she came in my mouth. I moaned into her quivering cunt. I moved my lips like I was saying, “Your cum tastes so good,” and she was at it again, fucking my face, wanting to feel that again.

With my fingertip pulsing on her ass and my teeth working her clit I made her orgasm twice more, until she fell over panting.

I sat up and smiled at her. “You can just lay there. I’ll give you my neck after I come.”

“Okay.”

We wiggled out of our clothes. I bent my lips to her pale heavy breasts and bit her nipples. I loved the feel of her cool flesh hardening in my mouth.

I shed my pants and she gawked at my hairy leg.

“You are the furriest man I’ve ever seen,” she said.

I kissed her, rubbing my hard dick on her wet slit. She canted her hips so instead of teasing her, I slipped into her entrance. Her pussy was tight. Sometimes vampires forgot they liked fucking, and they were practically virgins by the time I wheedled my way into their beds.

The look on her face, delight and surprise, it had to be a century or longer since she’d been touched like this. I kissed her, easing my tongue into her mouth at the same pace as I slid into her tight hole. When her lips opened, when she sucked my tongue and moaned into my mouth, I slammed my length home.

“Oh god, I don’t even know you name,” she murmured, gripping me close as I settled into my rhythm.

“Giles,” I whispered into her hair. I held myself over her, my head pulsing at her entrance. “Say, ‘Fuck me Giles.’”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her feet around my back. Her eyes were dark as she stared straight into me. “Fuck me Giles.”

Bracing myself on my knees and elbows, I drove into her. Her hands twisted in my hair as she panted on my throat. I snaked a hand between us to caress her mound and tease her clit.

Her muscles tensed as another orgasm built in her body. She came, and her pussy milked my cock. Her legs flailed, and I pushed them up over her head, curling her body up to penetrate her deeply.

My balls slapped against her cunt. Guttural moans came from her throat. I found with a light touch, I could make her come and come again, until my dick hurt and her pussy twitched.

“Giles,” she said, stopping my hips. “I’m hungry.”

I rolled her to her side, pushing one leg up high, pressing her belly to the bed. As I pounded into her, I let myself feel her hot pulsing cunt. I saw her face wrinkled with passion, her tits bouncing as I slammed into her. I grunted, dumping a gallon of seed inside her.

She sighed, stretching out beneath me. “Well Giles, I must say I’m happy to have taken you home.”

I leaned against the headboard, pulling my long hair out her way.

“I wouldn’t be sad if you were here tomorrow,” she said, touching my cheek.

“Leave me your keys so I can get some food.”

“Okay,” she said. She took me in her arms and kissed my throat, sucking and licking at the vien. I caressed her back and played with her hair. When she bit my throat, the sharp pain was soon dulled with a slow surging pleasure.

I told her how beautiful she was, how strong her grip and how sharp her teeth as she drank. When I passed out, she was purring against my throat.

The next morning I woke with a headache. I ran the tap and drank. It must have just before dawn because my lover stirred.

“There are glasses in the kitchen, you don’t have to drink like an animal,” she said.

“But I am an animal.” With a growl, I pounced on the bed and she let out a stage shriek. I chewed on her neck. Her legs opened beneath me and in a moment I was sheathed inside her.

“Maybe you are,” she murmured, her arms snaking around my neck.
It never took long to rid myself of my morning wood, and my vampire despaired.
“Don’t pout, I won’t leave you wanting.”

I wiggled down her body, biting her milk white flesh, licking her pink bud nipples, trailing my tongue up and down her ribs.

“I did well to choose you,” she said.

“Mm hm…” I said, my thumb on her pubic mound, my lips on her belly.

“What do you mean ‘mm hm’?” She pulled my head away to gaze at me. Her icy eyes widened. “You knew I was hungry, so you acted like easy prey to tempt me.”

I smiled. “I had the best intentions.”

“How do you know so much about vampires?”

“I’m busy now, I’ll tell you later.”

She frowned, but flopped back on the bed.

I licked my seed from her lips, flushed pink with my blood. I dipped my tongue inside her and she arched into my mouth. She grabbed my hair, to pull me up to her clit, and I pushed back against her. “I know how to eat pussy, don’t be so impatient.”

With my own cum as lube, I rubbed her asshole, working just the tip of my finger into her. Her hand fell limp, her fingers tangled in my hair. Her body rocked beneath me. When she writhed, I took her clit in my mouth. I held her as she bucked beneath me, flicking her bud with my tongue.

“I’m going to have good dreams tonight,” she said.

I fell back asleep with my sticky face against her belly, her hands stroking my hair.

About this story:

Some of the built in statistics for my site tell me what keywords I’ve been found with. Among them is the phrase “the vampire rubbed my cock”. So here’s a story, about a lady vampire rubbing a dude’s cock. The next story will be about a dude vampire rubbing another dude’s cock. My inspiration may have been batting for the other team, so I want to cover my bases.

This story was also inspired by The Ride by Selena Kitt. I read it as part of the Paranormal Sex Bundle (well worth the $5).

Lots of Free Smut, for your eReader

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I was going to have some search engine based smut for you (someone found my website with the phrase “the vampire rubbed my cock”), but I’m still working on that.

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Most websites that list free ebooks explicitly exclude smut, so this was certainly something the community needed.