Mated for Life
Chapter One
I was minding my own business. It was Friday evening and I had no place to go. Or should I say, no-one to go anywhere with. New to New York, I haven't made any friends yet. My job is entirely work-from-home, so apart from talking to people on line who might be anywhere in the world, my social life is exactly zero.
I moved to the big city to start a new chapter. My parents both died recently in a car crash leaving me, their only child, with a bit of money. But my girl friend of three months didn't want to live in the big city. And I had no prospects back home. So, there was really no-one or thing to hold me in Fort Lauderdale.
The truth is: if I was hit by a bus tomorrow, there wouldn't be anyone to call. No funeral, no service. No-one to remember me.
That doesn't mean I have to be a hermit. I still like being around people. I just haven't made any personal connections yet. So I headed over to the cocktail bar at the Beekman for a couple of single malts.
The bar is a pretty classy place. Quiet, overstuffed furniture, people talking in low voices, mostly. Successful men talking with successful women, dressed to kill. Just what I needed to wind down.
I was into my second when she walked in. It was more like - an entrance. I was lucky. Facing the front of the bar, I could watch her from a long way off without even having to turn my head. Most of the other guys in the room weren't so lucky. They had to make a visible adjustment to follow her. Every woman in the place was instantly filled with hate. I didn't care. I was enjoying the sight and I didn't have to explain myself to anybody.
She was a stunner beyond measure. I can't say I've seen anything more beautiful and sexy in the same package. And that's rare. This package was explosive.
She had to be six feet, plus four inches of stilettos. So she's confident too. Everything was in the right place. The silk dress was cut to hug every curve, from the full cleavage, the tiny, tiny waist, swelling out to the full round hips and bottom. The outline of her thighs pressed out against the silk. The hemline gave me six inches of lean, sculpted thigh to look at, gorgeously clad in oil-shine stockings. Her legs were long, athletic, and gorgeous. I pictured those glossy thighs wrapped around my head as I drew orgasm after orgasm out of her spectacular body.
But the capper was the face and hair. A goddess, no less. Gigantic brown eyes, a full mouth, so big and round and pillowy I could get lost in bliss just kissing her. White blond hair, thick as a haystack, flowing past her glorious double D's in curly masses to her waist.
I watched her enter the room and look for a seat. She scanned back and forth as if looking for someone. Looking in my direction, she seemed to decide and headed my way. I didn't want to turn around to see who the lucky stiff was. For now, the show was enough. As she approached, I noticed she was staring at me. I mean, she was looking me right in the eye. The whole way. Her gaze never veered to find whoever it was she was meeting. Just me. Her walk was intoxicating. Everything thing moved in lovely rhythm, confident, strong, sexy. I started to get hard.
She stopped in front of my table. The hem of her skirt was an inch or two higher than the tabletop. The sheen of her ultra sheer stockings glistened from the light of the nerest chandelier. She put a hand on the chair in front of me, smiled sweetly and said "Is this chair taken?"
OK, right. She needs the chair. "No, it's yours." Best I could do.
"Thank you so much." Apparently taking that for an invitation, she sat down. Stunned, I could barely speak. What the hell was she doing sitting at my table? "That's very nice of you." She sat in the chair across from me, but positioned herself away from the table so I had a full view of her. She crossed her legs and I was quite sure she enjoyed me looking. I was mesmerized by those legs - long, lean, athletic, and muscular. The swish of her nylons seemed to flow right to my groin. She had crossed her legs towards me and there had to be twelve inches of exposed thigh. She scratched her knee lightly with long, lacquered candy-apple red nails. I think she did it to give me an excuse to look at her legs. My hard-on was getting more pronounced.
Might as well see what's up.
"My name's Jake."
Her full glossy lips parted in a hint of a smile. "Nice to meet you Jake. You can call me Savannah."
"So Savannah, are you looking for someone tonight?"
"Oh yes. In fact, I've found him."
That was disappointing. "I'll be sorry to see you go."
Savannah just smiled and said, "Silly, boy. I'm right where I want to be. I was looking for you."
"Me? We've never met. I'd remember."
"I was told to look you up. Do you remember Claire?."
Fuck. That equally stunning woman cost me a small fortune. All I had to do was not fuck her to win.
I lost.
"I'm not interested in entering another Contest."*
(see separate story "The Contest" for background!)
"I'm not here for that. What's important is that you are exactly what I need."
"What you need? What do you need?"
"Why you, of course. Do you know what I am?"
We'd already established that she's not a hooker. Or maybe she's being coy about that. "No, Savannah. What are you?"
She leaned over her crossed legs and invited me into her space. Her face was a scant three inches from mine. I could feel the tiny breath of air from her lips as she whispered: "I'm a succubus."
Well OK then. I wasn't expecting that.
"Do you know what a succubus is Jake?"
I actually did, sort of. Of course, they're just stories. Right? "Well, I believe a succubus is described as a spirit who feeds off sexual energy. Is that about right?"
She smiled. "Not bad. Here's the official definition: A succubus is a demon in glorious female form who feeds off the sexual energy of men, to give herself life, strength, power and utter, total sexual gratification. What do you think of that?"
"Well Savannah, I think it's pretty interesting. How active are you?"
"Oh, I'm pretty darn active. And if you let me, I'll show you what I'd like to do with you."
"Do with me?" My heart was racing now. I didn't believe in demons, but if she did, that was enough for me.
She leaned into the tiny space between us and I followed suit. She brought her mouth up to my ear and whispered, "If you pass my little test, I'll take you to the next stage. I think you'll like the next stage, Jake."
"OK, I'll bite. What's the next stage?"
"I get to fuck your brains out." She backed away a little to gauge my reaction, her gaze centered on my mouth.
Fuck. The thought of this creature having that intent for me was insane. There had to be a catch. She must be a con artist. There was something else going on here. I looked around to see who was watching. Of course, lots of men were. No help there.
"There's no-one else here, Jake. Just you and me. And no, I'm not going to steal your money, I'm not going to rob you, or knock you out. I just really, really want you to pass my little test."
"What's the test?"
"I need to know you want me. Truly want me. So if I can make you cum just by kissing you, just a short little make out session, if you cum just with mouth to mouth, then I'll know for certain that you won't have any chance to resist me. I'll know that you're the right material to bind you as my eternal slave."
"So that's your plan. To make me your slave."
She smiled. "Yes. So maybe I lied, just a little. I am going to rob you. But not of money. I'm going to steal your soul."
"And what are you going to do with my soul?"
"I'm going to feed on it. Squeeze it, pet it, kiss it, suck it, lick it, love it. But mostly fuck it. For all time."
"Wow. That's quite a goal, Savannah." Briefly I wondered if I could really cum without any real contact on my dick, but when I looked at her mouth, I figured, yeah, I could do that.
Of course I realized this woman was batshit crazy. But at this point, I was thinking 'so what'? This stunner wants to make out with me so passionately that she thinks I won't be able to resist cumming. And after that, she wants to fuck my brains out. What did I have to lose? "Where? Right here?"
She smiled. "No silly. Everyone would be watching. That would make me very uncomfortable. Can we go to your room?"
About three seconds later she walked through my door. "This will be perfect." She walked up to the small writing desk and pulled out a padded straight chair with no arms.
"That's it?" I asked. Really? I was thinking maybe we'd lie on the bed or something. This seemed kind of weird, almost un-sexy.
"Oh, yes, this will be perfect. Now, I want you to get into a bathrobe. I see two of them hanging in the closet. I want you completely undressed except for that."
"What about you? Are you doing the same?"
"No. I'm staying just like this. Any objections?"
I didn't have any. I went into the bathroom and took off all my clothes and put on the bathrobe. When I came out she said "OK, sit down now lover."
I did so. She stood there eyeing me for a minute or two, as if deciding. Then she sat slowly and carefully on my lap, just far enough away from my dick to stay out of contact. But those gorgeous legs of hers were well within reach. "I won't be touching your sex in any way, Jake. And you can't either. That would ruin the test. No grinding into me either. This is a mental game. You have to cum just kissing me. That's it. And trust me, if you do, it will be worth it. At least for me. At that point, I'll own you. You'll be my little fucktoy. I get to fuck your brains out for however long I want. How long do we have this room?"
I swallowed hard. "As long as we need, I guess."
"Good. I'll need about three days and nights. The first stage ends when you are begging me to stop fucking you. We'll see how strong you are. Maybe if I'm lucky it'll take longer. Who knows, maybe a week?"
She crossed her legs then, while sitting on me. God they were sexy. She let her skirt ride up enough so I could see the tops of her stockings.
I think I was halfway there already. She was still talking about fucking my brains out. She leaned in close and breathed softly into my ear.
"If you make it to the next stage, you're going to have every bit of me. As I will have of you. Do you agree? You have to say so."
Duh. "Yes, I agree."
Already she was slowly licking my ear, my neck, my cheek and my lips. Nibbling on my ear. She was talking about completely destroying my manhood and the thought of it made my hornier than ever. "But's that's just the last step. There's so much more before that." At that moment, her soft pointed tongue had been licking my upper lip. When she finished talking, she drove her mouth down on mine and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. Her tongue was long and flexible and she wrapped it around mine like a coiled snake, squeezing and pulling. She moaned and drove her mouth down harder. Her hands pulled me tighter and tighter into her embrace. She was the most energetic kisser I'd ever imagined. Her words echoed in my mind as I imagined being this woman's fuck toy for days and nights until she was done with me, or I begged her to stop (which I KNEW I would never do!) Her tongue was still wrapped around mine and I began to gag. I wanted desperately to cum, my cock was so hard, so painful, I needed release. I moved my hand down and she stopped me. She grabbed both my wrists and pulled them back behind my head. Then she bore down on me, slathering all over me, an animal lust overtaking her, she was literally growling, now biting deeply into my neck - it was joyous and electric - then back to my mouth, licking it wetly over and over and then driving that full, round mouth down again on mine.
Of course I came. Out it came, it long, ropy spurts, flooding my bathrobe. It was a ruined orgasm, of course. I couldn't touch it, but she did the best she could. Yelping with delight, she immediately slid off my lap and impaled my dick into her mouth, taking every inch of it and bobbing up and down, sliding her long fingers up and down my shaft as she worked it. When I was done she withdrew and looked up at me happily.
"The spell is cast, my Jake." She then looked over at the door and I heard the deadbolt snap into place. She looked over at the bed and the covers unrolled, all by themselves, as if to receive us. And then, I heard the shower start up. "Get cleaned up, have a shower. I've got work to do. And get back here right away." Orders.
I think I spent about 30 seconds in the shower. When I returned, she was sitting on the side of the bed. She uncrossed her legs and stood. She beckoned for me to lie on the bed. Turning away, she backed her shapely round ass right into my face, showing the firmest, tightest bum I'd ever seen.
"Know what I call this?" she asked. "This is my 'meatgrinder'. You're about to find out why. Lie back."
I lay prone on my back. She crawled up between my legs and kneeled there, her silk clad knees between my thighs. She reached over me to pick up a very large jar sitting on the night table. Smiling sweetly, she slowly unscrewed the jar and set it beside me on the bed. "Know what this is?" I could guess, but I didn't say anything. "This is lube, beautiful, thick, sensuous lube. But first, we have to harden you up. Come on boy, let's get down to business."
She reached for my dick and pulled it vertical with two hands. They were already lightly greased with lube. "First, I'm going harden you up like a metal rod. Ooooh, that didn't take very long." I was indeed harder than a rebar.
She then reached over to the jar and dipped four fingers deep inside. She withdrew her hand and it was covered with the slimy stuff. "Now I'm going to slather your cock all over to prepare you for insertion." With both hands, she worked the lubricant slowly and gently around and around my cock. Her hand motions were almost reverential, as she slid a greased palm up and over the head and back around the shaft. It was glorious. "See how I cover my hands with warm, slick lube and rub it all over your big, fat, stiff cock. Mmmmm, that's nice. So soft and warm and thick. Just rub it in, cover it with warm, gooey lube. Ohhh, it makes me so horny, I love the feeling of it on my hands." She closed her eyes and seemed to drift off but her hands never stopped working. The feeling on my cock was electric, every nerve ending was firing on warp drive. But she was an expert. She never squeezed too hard. Just enough to keep me on the edge without going over. She knew what she was doing.
She opened her eyes. "Now I'll get some more and cover your balls. Here you go." She pulled out another handful and slathered it all over my balls, ever so gently. She reached down and spread it down around my anus, sliding it around and around. With her fingers nice and slick, she slid first one finger, and then another up my rectum. She stared deeply into my eyes as her fingers plunged up there, deep and wriggling, working further and further up. At first it was uncomfortable, but believe me, it was nothing like an exam. She was sensual and exciting and with every millimeter of penetration I silently begged for more. She could sense that, of course, and a sly little smile overtook her. She drove deeper and deeper. Finally she had my prostrate gland at the tip of her fingers and she wiggled them up and down and tickled me deeply. If possible, my cock got harder. I really think it even grew an inch.
"Well, Jake, that's a good sign. You're up for just about anything, aren't you? We'll explore all that later. But for now, I need more lube for your gorgeous, thick shaft. Here we go, here's some more stuff, lube you up, massage it all around with my long, slender fingers. Yes, when we're together forever, I'll have a never-ending supply of rich, goooey lube with me, just for you. Rub it in, slather you up all thick and gooey and juicy. I want you nice and slick and greasy. Mmmm, see how it squeezes out through my fingers, all hot and buttery, oh yes, so slippery and gooey, slick and oily, rub it around, massage it deep into your boiling hot cock, oh yes." She stopped and pulled one hand away and examined her work. My dick was throbbing. She began to stroke it slowly, squeezing and stroking, and the oily lube kept oozing through her fingers. "Mmmm, stroke it, stroke it, oh yes, so soft and juicy, squeeze that thick, greasy lube all around, preparing you, getting your cock so nice and slick, ready for my tight, hot, slippery meat grinder. Oh yes, you'll slither right in there Jake, so nice and slick, nothing can stop it, it'll suck you deep, deep inside. When you're nice and slippery you'll slide that big, greasy cock deep into my slick, tight, steaming asshole, so tight, so slick and slippery and creamy and gooey. It will feel soooo nice and hot and tight and oily in there, Jake, so velvety luscious, its buttery embrace locking you in until my every desire is fulfilled.
"But no cumming. You don't get to do that until I say. I'm the one in control. I tell you when to cum, and when to take it. Me, and me alone. You are my slut, Jake. You will bend to my every command."
Fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing. With every stroke, every little pressure point, she kept me right on the brink, right on the edge of blasting off. But I didn't. I couldn't. Not with Savannah in control. The torture was...exquisite. I moaned for release.
"Feel it as I stroke, stroke, stroke you, squeezing my hot, gooey lube all around you. Preparing you for my beautiful, hot, tight, slick, boiling tunnel. Here it is Jake, here it is. I can see it, you're on the very edge of cumming, the very, very edge aren't you? Oh yes, if I make a single wrong move you'll cum won't you dear? You'll cum all over me. But no, I'll keep going just enough, just enough to keep you on the edge of oblivion, you can't cum, not until I say. Stroking, stroking, rubbing it all in, hot, greasy goo, squeezing it through my fingers, stroke, stroke, oh yes, so delicious, so frustrating, so deliriously frustrating, you want to cum so badly don't you? But I'm in control, oh yes, so close, so ready to blast off for me, so close, stroking, stroking, backing off just a hair, and back on again. Where are you? If 10 is cumming, where are you?"
Through the fog of ecstasy I managed to say "9. 9 point 9. 9 point 99. Oh please, Savannah, please let me cum, oh I'm so close, so close'"
"Not yet, honey, oh no, not even close. We've got a long way to go. A long, long way. I'm going to stroke you some more now, oh there's some new friction, let's get some more goo, slather it all over your hot delicious cock, stroking, stroking, nine point nine, nine point nine nine, keeping you on the very edge, stroking, stroking, my hands all over your balls and cock and your hole, rubbing it in, deep and silky, stroking, stroking. Edging you, edging you to oblivion, oh yes, you're my little slave now aren't you? My little fucktoy oh yes, I can feel the sexual energy just pulsing and flowing, flowing into me, your will is mine, stroking you, stroking you, give yourself to me, give me your mind, I'll break your brain, you want that don't you? Stroking you, stroking, sooo close, sooo close but never cumming, not until I say. Not until I'm ready to give it to you. Are you ready for me?"
Savannah brought her full, luscious, glossy mouth to my eyes and she gently kissed them, back and forth. Then she extended her long, narrow tongue and began to lick my face, wet and goopy licks, coupled with tiny nibbles and sucks on my cheeks and mouth. All while she continue to edge me, holding me right at the very edge of oblivion. Oh that mouth. So full and soft and glossy sexy. I longed to slide my tongue between those plumb, shiny red lips.
"Would you like me to clean you up now and drop my hot, wet mouth down on you? Suck you off nice and slow? Is that where you want? A nice, long, hot, wet, slippery blowjob, cum in my hot mouth as I greedily drink it all down, bobbing up and down, giving you every bit of it? Is that what you want? Do you want me to wrap my luscious, ruby lips around your throbbing shaft, suck you deep into my hot, wet mouth, wrap my tongue around and around your cock? Or maybe I can suck you from the side, slide my tongue up and down your pulsing shaft, my glossy ruby lips leaving soft, wet kisses up and down your throbbing muscle, slowly sucking on your glans, sucking it into my wet mouth, rolling it around with my tongue. And then impaling your hot rod into my mouth, up and down, sucking, biting, licking, kissing, drooling, all over your pulsing flesh. Ohh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Even without her stroking my cock, just hearing this from such a drop dead gorgeous woman would normal send me over the edge. But still, I couldn't cum. Why? Oh, why?
"Or maybe you'd like to drive your hot, slippery rod deep, deep into my boiling, wet, slippery cunt, my hot, pulsing pussy, just suck you in deep and greedy. Oh yes, my drooling pussy has more muscles than you can imagine. She can stroke you inside me, squeeze and release, suck and suck and suck. My pussy, it's like she has a mind of her own, Jake. A wanton, controlling, slutty mind. Pussy wants you. Desperately wants you."
She was driving me crazy. I was nearly delirious. My every fiber was concentrated on my cock. I was so close, so close, but she knew exactly what she was doing. No friction, only pressure. Keeping me right on the edge.
"Hours and hours, Jake. I can edge you like this for hours if I want to. Maybe days. Do you know what a day of constant edging does to a man? Stroking, squeezing, oozing all over, let my magic fingers do the work. Stroke, stroke, stroke, suck, lick, kiss, stroke, tongue, gooey oozey lube, stroke, stroke, suck, lick, kiss, stroke, squeeze, mmmm, so ready, ready to cum, it will be sooo good, so hard, such a release, stroking, kissing, sucking, licking. My big, soft, ruby lips closing down on your hot, throbbing shaft, sucking, squeezing, hot wet tongue licking up and down and around and around your shaft and balls. Or my hot, wet, tight, pulsing, sucking pussy pulling you deep, deep inside me, never releasing, just squeezing and pulsing.
"Look at my legs Jake. Look, they're here for you Jake. Let me wrap them around you, pull you deep inside me, squeeze you, never let you go, oh wouldn't you love to drive your hot, slippery cock between these silk-clad legs as I wrap them tightly around you, clamping you to me, pulling you deeper and deeper into me, my hot, wet, slick pussy just taking over, taking you in, grinding you down to mush."
She then straddled me backwards, facing my cock, her silk clad thighs squeezing my torso, her gorgeous firm ass just an inch or two from my face. "Feel it, Jake. I've decided this is where your big, beautiful, slippery cock will go. Soon Jake, soon. Stroking you, stroking you so nice and slippery, oh yes."
She then lowered herself onto my face, dropped her ass right on my nose. She smelled sweet and delicious. She added more pressure to my nose, wiggled her ass back and forth, back and forth.
"Ohhh!, There it goes Jake. I've got you now. Your nose is buried in my hole, oh yes, so sweet." She sat down even harder, wiggling back and forth, with each wiggle my nose dove deeper and deeper into her anal hole. "Oh, yes, Jake. Stroke, stroke. You feel sooo nice. Oh baby, I'm going to cum for you. Oh the anal ones are the best ohhh." The mirror smooth leather of her 4" heels squeezed my temples together, her silky thighs gripping the side of my body tight, tight. Now sitting harder, wiggling uncontrollably it seemed on my face, but she never stopped stroking, handsful of lube, pints of lube all over my cock and my balls reducing friction to nothing, keeping me hard but not cumming, edging me to oblivion but not over, stroking my cock, keeping the pressure. Nine point nine nine nine nine nine nine. She knew exactly what she was doing, I couldn't cum but oh she had it perfect, squeezing and stroking and caressing my cock and my balls with gorgeous, hot, sticky, slippery, gooey lube.
Then she dropped her whole weight on my face and screamed. A guttural, piercing scream of sheer euphoria as she came, grinding into my face, up and down, side to side, the pressure was almost unbearable. She was a bucking, seething, writhing mess on top of me, her boiling hot cunt spilling juices all over me, on and on she came, shuddering and vibrating, up and down, around and around. The violence of her body was stunning and it was all I could do to not be destroyed while riding it out. On and on she came, and I began to feel faint, unable to endure the pressure. Pumping, grinding, driving my face deeper and deeper into her. Screaming now, bucking and screaming.
But then, with a last final gasp she was thrown off me onto her side, still cumming, still panting and writhing. But she never let go of my cock. Holding on for dear life, like some safety handle, she gripped it with one hand as the other was buried deep into her pussy.
Finally her orgasm subsided. I was still hard, of course, with no relief yet. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Her eyes betrayed no amusement. It was the smile of a conqueror.
"Now that you're nice and slick, let's slide that big, hot, gooey cock deep into my hot, tight, buttery meat-grinder."
She rose up slightly, picked up my cock at its base and held it vertical. Then she began to lower her steaming ass hole down onto my slick shaft.
"Nice and slow. Ever so slow, you're going to fill me up with your cock. Deep, deep you go, ever so slowly I'll take you in. You have to go deep, Jake. All the way. I have to have every inch of you. The lube will make it easy and beautiful, but don't be fooled. My ass is a tight fit. Oh yes, tight and hot and slick. You'll just keep sliding in, deep and hot and hard." I had no idea how I was going to endure that without cumming, but what the hell, she's in charge.
"Ohh, there it is. The head of your shaft. I can feel your slippery head on my anus, Jake. Mmmm, rub it around there, yes, oh it feels nice. So much sweet, gooey lube all over your big hot dick."
Ever so slowly she sank down, a millimeter at a time, the boiling anticipation of it made me faint. With each passing second, my shaft became engulfed in a vise-gripe, I had no control, I stared at the sight of my dick slithering deep into her round, perfect, slick, boiling, convulsing asshole, my dick being both pushed and pulled, nothing I could do but watch and cry out in pain and ecstasy, as my shaft was engulfed, hot and tight and slick, her asshole had a mind of its own, seething, boiling, gripping.
When I thought my cock was fully consumed, she pushed on, driving her ass deeper and harder into me until at last I felt, rather than heard, a 'click'. It was as if the head of my dick had locked into place. I was trapped there, immobile.
"Now my meat grinder takes over. I've got muscles on muscles in there Jake. I'm going to grind your cock into paste. Roll it around, flatten it down, squeeze it to jelly. Hammer it, pound it, grind it. Resistance is futile. You're locked deep, deep inside me. So deep. And no way out. You may not have a cock left when I'm done with it, Jake. When I finally release it, you'll have a soft, wet noodle for what used to be a cock. Unless I grant you a reprieve."
She moved to hands and knees now pulling me onto my knees behind her. She began to waive her ass back and forth, squeezing and pulling, and try as I might, I could not withdraw one single millimeter. She flopped onto her stomach and began a series of clenches, and the pressure on my dick was almost unbearable. "Hang on," she screamed, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and she began to roll around, now on top, now below. Back and forth, around and around she plunged and a guttural cry of joy erupted from her. On all fours again, she began to pump her ass up and down, repeatedly, pushing me onto my back, her fingers on her clit now, feverously manipulating, rubbing, inserting her fingers. Her cunt reacted, enveloping her hand, opening and closing, faster and faster, her ass clenching me a hundred times a minute.
And again, she came. Wild, screaming, bucking cumming, her whole body convulsing, over and over she came, and my dick was squeezed with relentless force. She laid herself out on top of me, her hair engulfing my face, and I wrapped my arms around her, my hands meeting at her breasts.
When she was done, she rolled off of me, released my cock, and let it pop out.
Savannah rolled over and looked up at me. A change came over her face. What was once a sweet and tender visage now looked angry and powerful. She sat up and quickly straddled over me.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me now, come on! Fuck me." Then she grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled me on top of her, holding my torso at arms' length. "Fuck me you bastard. Drive that big, throbbing cock into my tight, wet pussy. Drive it in NOW! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She lay on her back as I kneeled between her legs.
She reached behind me and grabbed my ass and pulled me towards her with uncanny strength. More than willing, I aimed for her pussy as she opened her legs to me. I looked down and her pussy was writhing and roiling all by itself. Steam emerged from her cunt and it literally reached out and grabbed my dick and yanked it deep inside of her. "YES!" she screamed. "Fuck me, drive me, go, go, go." She wrapped her silky legs around my waist with terrible force and pulled me deeper and deeper into her. Then with a terrible strength I could never have imagined, she wrapped her arms around my upper body and pulled me down, down into her seething, writhing, twisting, grasping body, holding me fast with inhuman strength. She buried her face in my neck and began to bite, drawing blood. Her long, lacquered nails dug deeply into my flesh but the pain was mixed with ecstasy as my cock was flooded with a million nerve endings of pure, utter euphoria.
But I didn't come. Why?
"Don't stop. Fuck me. You can't come inside me, slut. Not unless I say you can. You're mine now. You're my little fuck toy. Mine to do with as I please. And I please that you fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Drive me hard. COME ON! FUCK ME. HARDER. HARDER. FUCK ME!!!"
I was doing my best. It was like riding a bronco, but I was completely tethered to the beast. Her legs were clamped around me, her arms held me in an unbreakable hold, her teeth were buried in my neck and her nails dug into flesh. But most importantly, her pussy had my cock locked in the most unbreakable, deep vise hold of all, and pulling me deeper with every spasm. I was trapped five ways within this writhing, grasping, clawing, biting, clutching, molten sexual creature, a passenger to be abused and used, and all I could hope for was to survive. I couldn't even come, but the pleasure radiating from my cock was blasting away any sense of pain or discomfort.
On and on she went, alternately clenching and unclenching her inhumanly powerful legs and arms, driving me deeper and deeper a millimeter at a time, her mouth now on mine, her tongue entirely wrapped around mine, now releasing me, then slobbering all over my face, licking and sucking and biting, soaking my face, now her mouth back on mine, pouring every bit of her into the kiss, my hands buried in her long, thick hair. I could tell she was building up to something. If she was about to come, it was going to be violent. I wondered if I could survive it. Harder and harder she pulled me in, her pussy working my cock independently now, up and down, juices flowing over it, flooding it, calming it, keeping me from cumming. It was like being tethered in multiple places to an electric wire attached to a gushing loose fire hose.
Then in an instant, she rolled me over and she was on top. Still locked in, she pumped herself up and down my shaft, violently pounding me, bam! Bam! Bam! She sat high, her hands on my chest, holding me down, bent over me, pounding and slamming with her gushing cunt. On and on she went, building, faster, harder, stronger, screaming "I'm going to cum!!!" and then "Stay with me!". Then she pounded on my chest with her fists, left, right, left, right, then slapping my face, then choking me, her hips never stopping, building, building faster, faster, harder.
She came again, and like before it was all for her. Like a wild writhing thing, cumming and cumming on top of me, still driving me, still pounding my dick into her, she raised her arms and buried her hands in her hair, looking down on me like I was some toy, a malevolent toothy grin spread across her face as she bounced on me with increasing power and speed. "More, stay with me! Stay with me fucktoy! You are mine. My pet." Her cunt erupted in a torrent of hot fem cum, gushing and flooding all over me.
I was starting to get a little tired of this. I wasn't getting release. She was somehow using my cock for sport and I needed to cum. I started to sit up, try to push my case. And then she upped the ante. She hit me. Not a little woman's tap. A violent, closed-fist power punch to the cheek. "NO!" she screamed. "No resistance! You are mine now. MINE!" She hit me again. It hurt but my cock never softened. Not one bit. Then she began to pound my chest again with her fists. "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me harder! Come on! Fuck me slave, fuck me, fuck me!" I didn't know what else I could do. Straddled atop me, she was a kinetic, seething mass of molten female power, screaming and bouncing and writhing over my body. She threw herself down upon me again, her teeth sank into my neck and her hips and legs working my cock with maniacal power and speed.
Her eyes were wide with rage and ecstasy, violence and sex. She was drooling now, a drooling, cumming, seething mass straddled on top of me. "It's time, slave. Cum now", she said. "Cum now and be my ever-lasting slave. Cum now and all is lost for you!"
Without warning, she pulled off, releasing my throbbing dick, and she lay on her back, knees up and legs apart. This was my moment. This spectacular, writhing creature wanted my cock in her seething vagina and was screaming at me to cum inside of her. I kneeled between her and stared down at the roiling, kinetic creature in front of me. Her arms were outstretched towards me, beckoning me into her body. Her cunt squirmed and pulsed, opening and closing, reaching out. Her cunt was a wide tunnel, red and throbbing and deep. This was going to be an amazing ride. "Cum inside me slave and be my fucktoy forever. My slave, my pet, cum inside me and give up the life you know. Cum, cum inside me and you are mine!"
I have no idea what she was talking about, but the sight before me was by far the most erotic vision I had ever imagined. I dove on top of her and her pussy just grabbed my dick and yanked it far into the depths of her. Arms and legs clamped around me and her tongue snaked out, encircling mine and pulling it inside her mouth. Her legs squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Her body writhing and gripping, her entire self dedicated to pulling the most powerful, sucking, absorbing orgasm in history. I came fast, blasting away inside her, on and on and on I came. She pulled her tongue away and stared at me, triumphant grin on her face. "Yes, Yes, Yes," she screamed. "Cum for me, Yes. That's it, be my slave, cum for me and serve me for all time. Yes, my little fucktoy. Be my plaything for all time. Cum, cum, cum, you are mine!"
I came with the power of a freight train. She knew it right away though, and between the spasms of her own orgasm she drove a muscular portion of her inner walls deeply into my glans, massaging the underpart of my cock, pumping the juices out of me with incredibly force. With terrible pressure, she forced every ounce of cum out of me. It was by far the most satisfying orgasm I had ever had. On and on I pumped away and she rode with me for every second of it.
At last I was finished and I collapsed into her. She relaxed and let me sink deeply into her body. She caressed me gently, still breathing hard but coming down, cooing into my ear and patting my head, her nylon-clad legs wrapped around my body. "Nice pet. Good boy. Oh we're going to have so much fun. You've done well. So well." She smiled, her eyes shining and hugged me sweetly. "You've pass your first test. You will be a perfect, ideal mate."
Mate? I hadn't heard that before. It didn't matter. Contented, I fell asleep.
***
I awoke to the sound of someone moving about the room. I opened my eyes. Savannah was walking towards me. "OK lover, let's go. You've passed your first test. It's time to take it up a notch."
"Test? What do you mean, test? I thought we were going to stay in this room and fuck all weekend."
"Change of plans. Meet Calithea. She's my partner."
"Partner? As in...?"
"She's not my wife, if that's what you're thinking."
"More like a recruitment partner." Calithea said.
Calithea was tall, slender and powerfully built. She had enormous, round breasts and impossibly thick, waist-length hair that fell about her in jet black curls. She was gorgeous, with a tiny midriff and long, fabulous legs with sky-high heels that pushed her past six and a half feet in height. She was fully encased in a nearly seamless, transparent, skin tight, glossy body stocking. Savannah wore a similar stocking in oily beige.
Calithea stood with her feet apart. Her cunt was throbbing. It pulsed, opening and closing repeatedly.
Savannah lay beside me on the bed. Calithea leapt onto the bed on the far side of me. Their hands immediately began to caress my naked form.
The girls were obsessed with nylon. They wore nylon body stockings, plus more garter stockings on their legs, and transparent nylon gloves. As they closed in around me, the swishy, silky feel of their nylon rubbing all over my body was intoxicating.
After we had played around a bit, Calithea reached over the bed and pulled out a fistful of nylon. Holding it up for me to see, she unraveled it all and let it hang long and loose in her hand.
"Time for your second test," Savannah said.
"Test for what?" I asked.
"For immortality, my love. I really hope you pass."
"Ever try a little cross dressing Jake?," Calithea purred.
No I hadn't. In fact, I wasn't about to start now. Was this part of the test?
"Don't worry, silly boy," Savannah teased. "You'll love it. You won't believe how nice it feels. Didn't it feel nice, us swishing our nylon all around you? Think how that would feel if you were wearing it. Come on."
Savannah stood and held her hand out to me. I took it and the two women led me into the bathroom. Calithea ran water into a bathtub and poured some luxury soapy stuff in there.
"We're going to get you all nice and softened up," Savannah said. "Don't want to snag those gorgeous nylons on you!"
I wasn't convinced. I had never thought of wearing nylon and I didn't want these spectacular women thinking of me as a sissy.
When the bath was full of steaming, soapy water, Savannah beckoned me to step in. She followed me in, nylon and all. She sat between my legs, facing me. "Keep your legs down in the water honey," she said. "Get 'em all nice and soft."
The sight of this gorgeous blonde sitting in the bath with me, her nylon-covered body all soapy and glistening, was plenty for me to pull a solid.
"Ooooh, look at that," Savannah smiled. She leaned over and slipped my cock right into her mouth. All six inches. Just like that. She kept it there as she sucked and chewed and rolled it around in her mouth. The masses of her hair were spread out over the soapy water and on my stomach.
"So you can satisfy us."
I gulped. "What does that look like?"
"Never mind," Savannah said. "Let's get you all finished up first. Cally honey, could you please hand me our little friend?"
Calithea turned to the silky garment that Savannah had draped over the ornate chest earlier. She held it with reverence and passed it carefully to Savannah.
Savannah took a handful of the sheer, glossy, transparent silk and held it up for me to look at. It was the shape of a full body stocking, including arms, and hands complete with five fingers and five toes. But it was also different. The stockings had been gorgeous, absolutely. But this. This was on a whole new level. It was gossamer thin, so silky it was hard to grasp it with having it slide through your fingers. It was so shiny and glossy and slippery, I could almost see my reflection in the silk. I reached out touch it. It so soft, so luxuriously silky and light, that I got an instant hardon. I was really, really looking forward to having it on my body.
The problem was, it looked way too small. I mean, really small. Like teddy bear small.
"I know what you're thinking," Calithea said.
"Don't worry," Savannah said. "It'll stretch out really nice to fit you perfectly."
"The tighter the more magnified its touch becomes."
"But why?" I asked. "Why this?"
"Because it's sexy. We tested you for your love of the stockings, and you passed easily. If you loved the pantyhose and stockings, you'll absolutely love this. Just see." Savannah said. "Now lie back. Let us get you fitted up."
The weird thing about the body suit is that it didn't appear to have an opening for me to climb into. It looked entirely seamless from top to bottom, back to front. But when Savannah laid it across my legs, I could see a tiny hole in the back, near the base of the spine. But the hole was maybe the size of a dime.
Savannah seemed to know what I was thinking. "Oh don't worry. She stretches out really nice. She's almost unbreakable. You'll never get a run in her."
"Her?" I said. "You refer to this, this body stocking as a her?"
"Oh, well, we love these stockings so much, we just do that naturally. Come on Cally, let's get started. I'm really excited to try this."
The women draped the body stocking, face up along my legs. Together, they reached underneath and I assume they got their fingers into the tiny hole in the lower back of the body stocking. Gently, they began to pull the hole wider and wider, spreading their fingers out in the process, until it was, astonishingly, they had a hole about two feet wide. They then moved the opening down my body and placed my feet into it. The women pulled the stocking up to my knees as the rest of it flopped down over my feet.
Cally then pulled the body stocking up to my toes and fitted one foot into the corresponding nylon foot. She then started sliding the left side of the silk up. She drew the garment up past my foot as she bunched it up in her hands, slowly pulling it up around my calf. I wiggled my toes. It felt nice. Silky and feminine.
Next Savannah did the same on my right foot. When she was done, the silk had encased my feet and was draped over my calves. Instinctively, I swept my feet together to get a feel for the silk. It was glassy smooth, and incredibly sexy.
"Excellent," Savannah said. "OK, let's continue."
I was still perplexed at how this tiny garment was going to fit me, but I was in their power and, to be honest, really curious to see it happen.
The women each reached down with both hands and grabbed a handful of silk around each of my legs. They looked at each other and exchanged little smiles, as if in signal. Together, they pulled the body stocking gently and lovingly up my legs, releasing a bit of the gossamer fabric at a time, working their way up to my knees. The silk was tight, really tight, and I was worried it might cut off the circulation. But the women appeared not to notice and carried on. Soon they had worked the silky fabric up my thighs and to my crotch.
I looked down at my encased legs. The silk was skin tight and really, really confining. But I did take the chance to give it a feel by swishing my thighs together. They glided smoothly across each other. Somehow, the clinginess of the silk seemed to magnify my sense of touch way beyond what the nylons had. It was incredibly sexy. My dick grew into its full length of about six inches. I was rock hard.
Now the body stocking was draped over my lap. The women each grabbed one of my hands and helped me to a sitting position. I was still puzzled how they were going to get my into this thing. The opening was entirely occupied by my hips.
But the women reached down to my waist and with their nylon-encased hands, they slid their fingers between my waist and my body stocking. Together, they gently pulled up on the waistband. Incredibly it yielded, giving an opening of at least two more feet in width to accommodate the rest of me.
They placed my hands into the arms of the body stocking and together, the women gently worked the silk around my fingers, ready for insertion into the glossy, transparent gloves. The women set about getting that completely right, pulling the fabric carefully and completely around each finger and thumb in turn, smoothing and sliding the silk as they worked their way down my hands to my wrists.
I clenched my silky hands together gently. The fabric was extremely tight but silky smooth. There didn't appear to be any friction between them whatsoever.
The arms were easy. Like for regular stockings, they worked the silk gently up my arms until the garment was clinging around my shoulders.
I supposed we were essentially done. My stomach was covered, but my back was exposed to the air. The women would likely have to fasten some clasps all the way up my spine, I'd guessed, to close it up. That's how the tiny garment was made to fit, I presumed.
"OK, so it's pretty bunched up here in front of me, Savannah. Do you want to adjust it?"
I guess I wasn't paying much attention to the shape of the body stocking. I was laser focused on the process of getting my hands and arms and shoulders into the incredibly tight frame. And to be frank, I couldn't resist feeling my body with my silky hands. But when I looked down at my chest, I noticed something I hadn't seen before. Something that startled me.
A hood.
It didn't appear to have any openings.
Like a condom.
Astonished, I looked at Savannah, but she was looking at Calithea. This was not good. There was no way I was going to let them put that over my head. I didn't care if these women had ten times my strength. It wasn't going to happen.
Savannah noticed my hesitation. But before she could act, the silk hood erupted into motion. I grabbed at it with both hands, but the hood was too slippery. With the speed of a cobra, it slid out of my grasp, swooped over my head, and closed around my neck.
"What's this?" I cried out to the Fems. "You've lied to me!"
The hood was transparent; I could see through the mesh fabric of the silk. But I was entirely enclosed within it. My eyes, even my mouth were encased in its skin tight embrace. In fact, my entire body was enveloped in it, except for my back. Nearly my entire back was exposed to the air. My exit, thank god.
Savannah gave me a hard shove, driving me back onto the bed.
"Relax," she said, her voice with a distinct edge to it. "It's all part of the plan."
"Look," Calithea said, pointing at me. "She's starting."
The silk all around my body began to ripple and undulate. Tiny electric shocks sparked on every square centimeter of my body. The silk was tightening around some parts of my body, equalizing the intense hydraulic pressure all around me. I could feel the opening at my back closing rapidly.
There was only one explanation.
"This thing's alive?!" I screamed.