No Quarter Given
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I woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare. It was always dark and foggy in them. For the past few weeks, I'd had a continuing nightmare of a mysterious woman lurking around me. I don’t know why I was worried. The woman was hot as hell and numerous times I had awoken with a hard cock. I figured I was dreaming of fucking her, but I could never remember that part with her. It made me nervous because I felt she looked familiar but in the same sense I’ve never seen her before. That’s why she worried me. I think I was just getting stressed out over nothing and I needed a break. I mentioned it to a few of my buddies. They were all in for a road trip.
I suggested the Big Easy. The guys were all in agreement we would head to NOLA. We booked our rooms and made our way down south. A couple of days of Mardi Gras celebrations, Cajun food and hopefully some hot women.
We checked in and then we went down to the lounge to figure out what we were going to do tonight. I’m not superstitious but it has been an interest of mine in a few unexplained things such as aliens, supernatural phenomena, ghosts, zombies, vampires, and even voodoo. I guess I get it from my mom. She believed in aliens and even Bigfoot. That’s one reason why I wanted to visit New Orleans.
But since we were in New Orleans, I figured we should do a little of the touristy things. I had a few things I wanted to do before I left the city. First on my list was a visit to the tomb of The Voodoo Queen, Marie Laveau. The tomb being here is the only physical thing I can use to justify my imagination. It was mainly because I’d never seen an alien, vampire, or ghost. The guys went to hit another bar. They weren’t too interested in seeing the sights. I guess I was on my own.
I set my offering at the tomb and made my request to Marie Laveau. “Help me find the woman in my dreams. Is this woman dangerous or am I safe to be around her? I need to know why I dream of her,” I said. I hung around watching others drop off their offerings as they came up to the tomb. I was astonished at all the people there.
The guys went to hit another bar. They wanted to check out the other sites in New Orleans. Mainly the blond hair and big boob kind of sights. I caught up with the guys a few hours later for dinner. It was a small family restaurant in the French Quarter. I am quite sure we ordered one of everything on the menu just to try it out. We might find a favorite dish. After dinner, we hit the streets. I think we stopped at almost every bar for a drink. The guys were getting pretty hammered by now. But not me. I’d rather drink in my room and not out in public like that. There is too much crazy in the world nowadays. Somebody must be the sensible one from time to time. Besides, I can laugh at them later knowing they are all hungover.
I looked up from my drink and saw her. It was the woman in my nightmares. I was sure of it. As she got closer, I was even more sure of it. Her red hair was the first clue, but as she got closer, I saw her eyes. A deep green set of mesmerizing eyes. I couldn’t take my own eyes off her. It was hard not to stare. She was wearing a black mini skirt with thigh high stockings, a red corset, and a black leather jacket. Oh, don’t forget the four-inch heels that made her ass look magnificent. She was looking around like she was looking for something or someone in the bar.
She was even hotter in person than my nightmares. But how did she appear in my nightmares and now she was right in front of me? Was she just a fantasy or did my mind decide that she looked close enough to be her that in fact, it was her?
As I kept my eyes on her, my buddies were getting mobbed by a group of drunk sorority sisters from nearby Tulane looking for a good time. My buddies seemed to want the same thing. They tried to get me to go back to the hotel, but I wasn’t interested. I had enough going on in my head then to add a drunk sorority sister looking to get laid.
The guys checked on me one last time. I told them to enjoy themselves and I’d catch up with them later. I took a drink from my glass and I set my glass on the bar as I looked over to see my mystery, but she was gone. Damn it. Now, what am I supposed to do? I thought to myself.
“You could buy me a drink.” I looked up and saw her standing next to me. She was even more gorgeous close-up. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked.
“What? I, oh, I’m sorry. Sure, go ahead and have a seat,” I said. How did she know what ii was thinking about? That freaked me out a little bit. I had to get to know her and what better way? I got the bartender's attention and ordered a round of drinks for us. She didn’t sit on the stool next to me. She was standing awfully close to me like we were a couple.
“Thanks. I’m Natasha, by the way.” She held out her hand to shake.
“Well, hello, Natasha. I’m Bret. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” I said as I took her hand and gently kissed it.
“My, you are quite the charmer. Aren’t you?”
“Just stating the obvious truth.” I’m not sure but I think she may have blushed at that compliment.
“I’m just shocked, that’s all.”
“What? No one ever told you that before?” I questioned.
“Actually, yes. I had one person tell me the same thing. I haven’t been called that in years. Thank you.” She bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was slightly shocked.
“Thank you for the kiss.”
“No need. You’re not like the other men here. Are you? Most of the men here have been trying their best to get into my panties tonight. But not you. Although, I know you’ve been checking me out since I walked in. I’ve been watching you too. I feel like we’ve met before.”
“It’s my first time here, so I doubt it. But I’ll be honest with you. I have been watching you because you look like a woman that I have seen in my dreams,” I didn’t want to scare her off by saying nightmares.
“I like an honest man. Good quality to have in a lover and friend.” With that, she put her arm around me and cozied in a little closer. Actually, she sat on my lap. I took my arm and slid it around her waist. For some reason, she felt comfortable in my arms. It scared me a little as well.
Natasha looked at me as if to ask me a question but instead, she moved closer to me, taking my head in her hand and pulling me into a deep kiss. As we continued kissing, Natasha’s hand unbuttoned my jeans and was fishing my cock out.
I followed her lead and my hand slid down her thigh to the bottom of her skirt. I grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up, touching her inner thighs in the process until my fingers found what I was looking for. Natasha’s panties were so wet that her juices were dripping down her legs.
I looked around us. No one appeared to be watching us, so we continued. I pulled her panties to the side and thrust two fingers deep in her pussy and Natasha had my cock out, stroking it very discreetly.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, Bret. I was hoping you would do that. I want more though. I want to feel this cock deep in me. What do you say?” Natasha asked as her lips touched mine and I felt her tongue invade my mouth. I pulled myself away from the kiss and Natasha looked at me, a little disappointed.
“Your place or mine?” I asked. She grinned and her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.
“Really? Let’s go to mine,” she said.
We took a few extra minutes while Natasha fixed her skirt and I stuffed my cock back into my jeans; it was a tight fit because Natasha’s handiwork of stroking my cock ever so feverishly had made it feel like a steel rod. Natasha took me by the hand and led us out the door. There was quite the crowd on Bourbon Street. There were beads being thrown, boobs being flashed. But my eyes were totally fixated on Natasha’s tight skirt and firm ass. I couldn’t help myself and I copped a nice feel of it. She stopped dead in her tracks, turned around, and slapped me in the face. Then, she grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips.
“Just wait until we get back to my place so I can punish you for that cheap feel. I am way better than a quick game of grab ass,” she said. We had only gone a few blocks when we got to her place. She grabbed hold of my hand as she was unlocking the deadbolt of her door. She opened the door and we walked in, still holding hands. She whipped me around and slammed the door shut. Natasha pinned me against the door, her lips pressing against mine as our tongues danced together.
Natasha unbuttoned my jeans, and she slipped her hands down my boxers to find my throbbing cock. My hands made their way back down her back and cupped both of her ass cheeks; Natasha moaned as I tightened my grip on her ass. She squealed in delight as my finger found her forbidden spot and I slowly slid it in.
“Ohhhhh, Bret. You dirty man, you. I like that but not quite yet. I want something else before that." Natasha knelt and soon my cock felt her warm, moist mouth sliding in and out.
“Oh my God, Natasha. Don’t stop.” Her hands slid up and down my cock as she sucked the tip of my cock. I was getting so close to coming. The only thing was, I wanted to feel my cock sink into her hot little pussy.
I pulled her up and kissed her soft lips. My hands pulled up her skirt and slid down her panties. My hands cupped her bare mound as she wiggled her hot body, so her panties slid down to the floor. Natasha was soaking wet by now. I moved my hand and gave it a taste. Sweet as a Georgia peach in Louisiana. I wanted more of her sweet juice.
I pushed Natasha against the wall and lifted her leg as I slid my cock up in her pussy and grabbed both her legs and proceeded to fuck Natasha against the wall with reckless abandon. Her pussy was already constricting around my cock. I continued to thrust my cock deep in her. Her moaning was louder and even more labored.
“Fuck me, Bret. Don’t stop now. I want you to fuck me till you cum in me!” she screamed. Natasha wrapped her legs around me as we continued to fuck. Her breathing was getting more erratic and she was moaning even more. I knew I was getting closer to my climax.
“Natasha, I’m going to cum soon. I want to fill your pussy with my hot spunk.”
“Yes, I want to feel your warm cum shooting in me. Don’t stop now, baby. Please don’t!” I kept going. We were like shadows in the night. She was pinned against the wall as we fucked. The only light came from the moon shining through the picture glass window. I could just make out her sexy body in the shadows. I was sure a lucky guy tonight.
“Ohhhhhh fuck, Natasha. Here it comes!” I felt my rigid cock shooting rope after rope of cum deep into her tightening pussy. She let out such an erotic moan as she began to cum as well. We both climaxed together as I looked into her eyes. I saw the lust in them. Natasha was scratching my back with her nails. Her lips were attached to my neck; it felt like she was giving me a hickey. I had just finished ejaculating, but I was still rock hard and kept on fucking Natasha through her second or third orgasm. It was then that I felt the pain in my neck. I slowly released Natasha as we both ended up on the floor with my cock still embedded in her pussy.
I felt a little faint as I was lifting myself off her. That’s when I saw the blood around her lips. Then I felt something dripping down from my neck. I put my hand on my neck and saw I was bleeding myself. “What the hell is going on?” I felt the room spinning and getting darker.
The last thing I remember was hearing Natasha whispering in my ear, “At last, I finally found you, my love. We are destined to be together, forever.”
My eyes opened to the sun blinding me. It hurt like hell. It made me feel like I had a hangover, but I knew I didn’t have anything to drink last night. “Did last night really happen?” I asked myself. I went through the night’s events in my head.
Drinking with the guys. Check.
Meeting up with a hot woman. Check.
Go back to her place for sex. Check.
After that, I was a little fuzzy. At least until the door opened. Natasha walked in and went straight to the window and closed the blinds. She was wearing a sheer robe which let me see all her assets. She looked even better in the daylight and not just because she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Natasha made her way to the bed and crawled in beside me. She wrapped her arms around me and greeted me with a kiss.
“Good morning, love. Did you have a pleasant night’s sleep?”
“Yes. Yes, I did. Thank you for asking. Last night was amazing as well, what I can remember of it. It is all kind of fuzzy.”
“Bret, it will all come back to you in time. I can help you.”
“I’m glad you can, Natasha,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek.
“Bret, I want you to have an open mind for what I am about to tell you.”
I looked at her with a puzzled look on my face but nodded my agreement. “Go ahead, Natasha. I’m listening.”
“I am here because of you. I AM the woman in your dreams. You were my husband many years ago. After you were killed by my brother, your soul remained free until you were reincarnated in this century.”
“How did you know about my dreams?” I asked. “I never told anyone about them.”
“I know because your heart aches for the truth. It longs to be with your soulmate. My heart ached for centuries until the ladies of my brood saw you at the tomb of Marie Laveau looking for the woman in your dreams. I knew eventually you would visit the tomb. They have been helping me search for you.”
“Your brood? What are you? A family of vampires?” I asked jokingly.
“As a matter of fact, we are.”
“You are? And I… I was killed? By your brother? Centuries ago? This all sounds crazy, Natasha.”
“Yes, I know it does. Ask any questions and I will answer truthfully.”
“How are you alive if it was centuries ago?”
“Bret, I am immortal. You were too until Boris put a spike in your heart.”
“Boris?” I asked. My eyes perked up with recognition of the name. Memories of the past started flashing in my head as I looked at Natasha.
“You remember him, don’t you? Memories are flashing in your head. Memories of a previous time. A time with me.”
“Yes. Yes, I do. How is that possible?”
“Boris killed your physical body, but not your soul. Your soul was free until your reincarnation. Boris was killed shortly after your death. Both his body and soul were destroyed. I avenged your death, my love.” Natasha took me in her arms with a loving hug and another kiss on the cheek. She was also crying as she held me. Her tears fell from her cheeks onto my shoulder as I held her head against mine to comfort her.
I had this strange feeling deep inside that Natasha was telling the truth. My memories of her proved it. I took her in my arms to comfort her. Her body melted into mine. She slowly regained her composure and pulled back to look at me as if she wanted to tell me something. I never gave her a chance. I held her head with one hand and the other wiped the tears from her cheek.
I pulled her into me and kissed her soft lips. It was tender and gentle. It was nothing but love. Natasha kissed me back. After a few minutes, Natasha was on her back. I had thrown her robe to the floor and kissed her, starting at her lips, and worked my way down her body. I kept going until my head was between her spread legs. Natasha had been bucking her hips to get my tongue in her pussy even deeper. After my tongue made her cum all over my face, she pulled me up to kiss me, tasting herself on me.
“Bret, I need you in me. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged me. I couldn’t resist her begging. I rubbed my cock along her wet slit until she finally grabbed it herself and positioned it towards her pussy. With a quick thrust, I was balls deep in Natasha’s warm moist folds. I pumped my shaft faster as her moaning increased. Her legs were wrapped around me and locked at my waist.
“Natasha, I have missed you. I don’t want to leave you again.”
“No one ever made me feel like you do, my love. I’ll never let you go again.”
“I’m going to cum, Natasha.”
“Yes, fill me again with your seed. I need it, please. I need you.”
“Ohhhhhh. Fuck,” I said as my cum shot rope after rope into Natasha. Her pussy was clutching onto my cock, milking it as best she could. I rolled off her and got out of bed to grab a towel to wipe us off.
That’s when I heard her gasp, “Oh no. What did I do?"
“What’s wrong?” I asked nervously.
“It’s your back. I was so caught up in our lovemaking that my nails dug into it and now you are bleeding very badly.”
“Natasha. It wasn’t done out of malice or hate. It was done out of love. You’ve proven your love to me. A little scratch is nothing compared to having you love me once again.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, still looking worried.
“Yes, I am. What’s worrying you, Natasha?”
“A few things. Bret, you know that a vampire’s bite doesn’t make you immortal, right? You need to fulfill the vampire's curse and take someone’s blood.” After she told me that, it reminded me that I had previously done that when I was first bitten many years ago.
“I do know that, Natasha. I have no problem doing that again to be with you.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that. That’s where we have a small problem. In order to keep your new body and soul together with me, your victim must have lost her virginity to you before you feast on her blood.”
“Are you serious? I can’t do that. We are finally together. I don’t want another woman. I only love you, Natasha.”
“Bret, calm down. Please let me explain. Some of the voodoo spells to find you required me to have carnal knowledge of several men. I used them. I derived no pleasure from them. My only goal was to get you back. I needed my soulmate again.”
“You sacrificed your body to find me? I feel like such a fool. I don’t deserve you, my love.”
“Stop it. I did what needed to be done,“ she said as she kissed me again. “I will find you a virgin to take her cherry and her life. We must hurry. The spell for your soul only lasts till the full moon, which will soon be upon us.”
Natasha took her phone out and made a call. It was hard to make out what was being said for two reasons. One, only hearing one side of the conversation, and the second, she was speaking Russian. I know the accent but not too much of the language. Words and phrases, mostly. After a few minutes, she hung up.
“Bret, my ladies are headed out tonight in search of a virgin for you to sacrifice. I trust them to find you a suitable subject. I gave them a rough idea of your likes and dislikes."
We spent the rest of the day enjoying each other's company. We talked, we ate, and we fucked quite a few times. Throughout the day, Natasha received updates on the search. Her “brood” of ladies had located a few potential women in the area and made plans to get them all in the same place in a few days.
I spent the next few days getting reacquainted with Natasha. It was like we were never apart. We were getting ready to meet up with her brood. When we got to the bar, Natasha made the introductions to me. Anastasia, Katina, and Anika were all dressed alike, wearing matching red bustiers, black skirts, black stockings, and heels. They were almost as hot as Natasha. Each had strawberry blond hair. They greeted me with a kiss on the lips and a big hug. After they spoke with Natasha, she informed me that my intended victims were all attending a bachelorette party and were very susceptible to fooling around with a man.
After pointing them out, I chose the redhead named Alex. She was a few inches shorter than Natasha and her boobs were bigger and she had a nice squeezable bubble butt. She had on a tight form-fitting blue mini dress.
Natasha came over to me when she saw the hesitation in my eyes and whispered in my ear. “Bret, it’s OK. You’re doing this for us. So we can be together forever. Nothing will change between us. I promise you.”
“I love you, Natasha,” I said as I kissed her.
Anastasia stayed with Natasha as Katina and Anika went off with the other two bachelorettes, leaving Alex alone at her table. I made my way to her table and asked If I could join her. She agreed, knowing her friends had left her, and I got the waitress to get us another drink. After Alex finished her drink and started on her second, she was more relaxed and open with me.
She was flirting with me and getting a little touchy-feely. I suggested going back to her place. She jumped up and grabbed her purse and then took my hand and pulled me out of the club. I made sure Natasha saw me leaving, knowing she would follow me. We drove about ten minutes to Alex’s apartment. I did not like the circumstances I was in, but I understood it was the necessary evil to be with Natasha.
The door closed and Alex pushed me up against the wall. Our hands were all over each other, feeling every part of our bodies. Alex unbuckled my belt and jeans and pulled my zipper down. I had pulled the top of her dress down and was sucking on her boobs, alternating between two luscious mounds of flesh. Every suck and lick elicited a moan from Alex, who had my cock out and was stroking it as I kept sucking her tits. I pulled up her dress and slid my hand down her panties. I began finger fucking her. Alex orgasmed within minutes and pulled my hand out of her pussy to lick my hand clean of her juices. Then, she licked my hand with her juices and then kissed me. It let me taste her juices from her lips.
“Fuck me, Bret. Here and now!”
“Not yet,” I said. “I want to fuck your pretty little mouth.” Alex got down on her knees and took as much cock as she could. Her back was against the wall as I began to fuck her pretty face. I was going to cum. “Alex, get ready. I’m going to cum.” As soon as I said that my cum began shooting out of my cock with lightning speed. Rope after rope of cum went into Alex’s eager mouth. She took it all without spilling a drop. When I was done, she showed me a mouthful of my cum before she swallowed all of it.
“Mmmmm. Yummy. I love the taste of your cum.”
“I can’t wait to taste you, Alex,” I said as I pulled her up and tasted myself on her lips. Then I got down on my knees and proceeded to eat her pussy. There was nowhere for Alex to go. She was still up against the wall. She put one leg up on the arm of a chair to give me deeper access to her pussy with my tongue. Alex panted and moaned until her warm cum splashed down on my face.
“Oh fuck, Bret. Yes. That feels great. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded to me. I kept eating her delicious pussy to another orgasm. “Bret, I need your cock in me. Please fuck me.”
“I’ve been waiting to hear you tell me that.”
“Please be gentle. I have never fucked anyone before. Just my fingers and a dildo. I want to feel a hard cock in me.” I got up and walked Alex to the couch and bent her over. I fingered her wet pussy and rubbed her juices on my hard cock. I slowly teased her opening until I pushed myself deeper. She gasped slightly as I broke through her hymen and began thrusting faster and harder as she begged me to.
I watched my cock go in and out, noticing a little blood on my cock. Alex was no longer a virgin. She was moaning even louder as I continued fucking her. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me into her even closer. That made me slow down and make sure Alex got every inch of my cock that she could take.
Alex pulled my face to hers for a kiss. As she did that, she turned her body and was on top of me. She rode me with reckless abandon. She wasn’t the shy woman from the bar anymore. I sensed Alex’s pending orgasm. I wanted to cum with her. There is just something about climaxing together that is so hot. I started rubbing her boobs as she laid her hands on my chest to help balance herself as she bounced on my cock.
I could feel her pussy begin to tighten around my cock. I took my thumb and rubbed her clit to get her even more worked up.
“Oh my God, Bret! You’re going to make me cum again. Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me good!” she cried out.
Her pussy tightened even more on my cock as she orgasmed again. Her juices coated my cock as it flowed out as I kept thrusting my hips upward. I was close to cumming. Alex was coming down from her orgasm and laid herself on my chest. Her hips continued to work my cock. The pressure kept building and I wanted to cum. I took my finger with Alex’s cum on it and rubbed the opening of her little hole. I slowly teased the opening and then thrust my finger into Alex’s tight little ass. In no time at all, Alex had another orgasm. I held onto her ass with my finger still in her ass as I shot my cum deep in her pussy.
Alex was thoroughly well fucked and collapsed on my chest. I was nearly done shooting all my cum when I looked up at Alex and then sank my fangs into her neck. She put up little resistance to me as I drank her blood. The change in my body was almost instantaneous after I tasted her warm blood. Alex had passed out from the orgasms and loss of blood. I laid Alex on the couch and covered her with a blanket.
I could feel my body changing. My mind was truly clear. All the memories I had in my life with Natasha had come back. I could feel the new blood coursing through my veins. I picked up the phone and dialed Natasha. Ten minutes later, she showed up with the girls. Anika and Katina cleaned up Alex, got her dressed, and took her to the car and took her back to the house. Anastasia started straightening up the place and made sure there was no trace we were ever in the house.
“Are you ready to complete the spell and make your transformation complete?” Natasha asked me.
“There was never a doubt in my mind that I want that. I want you more than you will ever know.”
“Take me, Bret. Make me yours once again. Take my blood, just as I took yours and we will have eternity together.”
I took Natasha’s hand and led her into the kitchen. I leaned her against the island in the center of the room and kissed her with the passion I had for her centuries ago. It was like it never left. I spun her around and pulled up her skirt. Her ass looked beautiful as I grabbed her cheeks and put my cock in her wet folds. I bent her over and rammed my cock deep in her wet folds. She moaned loudly as I grabbed her hips and pounded her hard and fast. My hand rubbed her clit as I brought her closer to the brink of orgasm.
She stood up and I wrapped my other arm around her. I kissed her neck from behind. I was getting closer to cumming. I continued kissing her neck and she held my head with her arm behind her, holding me close.
“Do it, Bret. Cum in me. Make me your woman again. Oh my God! I’m going to cum, baby. Cum for me.”
I grabbed Natasha’s hips as I fucked her pussy. My cock throbbed and I shot my load in her.
“Oh, Natasha. Fuck, baby, I’m cumming for you. Ohhhhh, yes! You feel so tight around my cock. I love you! Cum, baby. Cum for me.”
Natasha was still in front of me with my hard cock buried deep in her. She pulled her hair to the side and bent her head sideways. She was sacrificing herself for me to complete the ritual for me to get my soul back.
I held her tight as I bit her neck and proceeded to drink her blood. Upon tasting her salty liquid flowing from her neck, I could feel my immortality returning. Natasha went limp in my arms. I picked her up and carried her out to Anastasia, who helped me with getting her home safely.
I was in my chair watching Natasha sleep when I saw her start to stir from her slumber. I got up and walked up to her.
“Is it complete? Did the spell work?” she asked.
“Yes, my love. I am immortal once again. We will be together forever. You did it, sweetheart, you saved us. I can never repay you for what you did for me.”
“You can do that by loving me for all time.”
“What happens to Alex now that the ritual is complete?”
“She becomes a member of the brood. They are our sexual playthings. Anastasia, Katina, and Anika kept me satisfied until I could finally have you and your cock back in my life. Are you okay with sharing me with others? I know they will be pleased with you.”
I was slightly taken aback by Natasha’s confession of having female lovers. I guess sometimes you must use what you have available. Even more so, that they would now be our playthings as well.
“Yes, it may take time getting used to sharing you. But we will have the rest of eternity to work out the details of everything.”
Natasha asked me to send the girls in. I walked out to get them. Anastasia came out and told me to get our things together so we could leave on Natasha’s private plane. I planned on another stop before we got to the airport. I wanted to make another offering at the tomb. I felt the least I could do was to thank The Voodoo Queen herself for helping me find the answers I was looking for.
We would be headed back home to Romania to live out the rest of eternity terrorizing the locals and tourists who feared that vampires would have a resurgence and take over the town. Not what we wanted to do. We planned on keeping a low profile. I wasn’t taking any chances of losing Natasha again. That doesn’t mean we won’t have our fun every now and then.
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I went down to one of the locals adult bookstores on a Saturday morning feeling horny and was just wearing sneakers, a white tank top that was way too small, and very tight baby blue short shorts. I bought ten in quarters from the smiling clerk who always said... welcome back, hope you enjoy! The quarter video booths were in a section in the back of the store behind a curtain. There were about 25 different booths. It was always very dark in those places and it takes a while to adjust the eyes...
Oh, look at me, getting way ahead of myself. My name is Will, and I’m a freshman in high school. I’m not that popular, but my friends are. Its sort f weird like that, but it’s because I played football at my high school starting in 7th grade, and that gives you certain credibility at our school. I wasn’t the superstar or anything, but I was noticed for two things: my height and my last name. No, I’m not a giant; in fact I’m not that short, but whatever. I’m 5’6 and 140 lbs, most of that being...
A few days passed after the beach incident. James hadn't spoken to his family and didn't have the opportunity. He was enjoying being on holiday. It was the first time he had left America. He was staying in his own room within a large warehouse in France. The three men who was producing the movie he was going to be starring in were around but nothing sexual had happened. James had been treated well, given good food and money to spend on new clothes and for his time in France. He was assured...
Introduction: A reunion with a former French teacher ends in a new lesson. It was during my first summer holiday since Id gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didnt really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock...
Hi, I’m 29 years old and first time sharing my experience here. I am athletic and wheatish 5.78 ft height. This experience was 2 years back, when I first meet had my experience. Though it was 2 weeks of intense session with a lady from France but it was my life time experience. Still cherish to have. I work as travel advisory agent and joined a small company in Bangalore. It was my first job in Travel since I loved to visit different places but unfortunately I didn’t had opportunity to have a...
I first saw the ad on the internet French Lessons I first saw the ad on the internet.? The website was a listing of Dominant Women on the West Coast.?? Since I live in LosAngeles, I was checking out the pictures and information on local dominants.? The one that caught my attention was unique.? Madame Darcy was based in Paris.? Her ad stated that she traveled to LosAngeles frequently and had family here.? She required a slave/servant.? She wanted ownership of a slave who would serve...
I was thirty-seven that Autumn, a lifelong bachelor who had been slowly becoming set in my ways, and so I found the arrival of Amelie and her continuing presence both a trial and a pleasure. It was a joy to have a teenager in the house, with her youthful view of the world allowing me to experience life through a youngster's fresh eye. But I had to also put up with her immaturity and her arrogance, combined with an anti-Americanism that threatened our uneasy peace almost from day one....
My fifteen-year-old daughter Dominique was even sexier that her mother had been. Since her mother’s death two years ago Dominique has been a handful to say the least. My hands were tied and I was at my wits end. I couldn’t beat Dominique as much as she deserved and I couldn’t put her into foster care either. As a last resort my sister promised to straighten her out and return her to me in a few months. I had my doubts but I had no other choice but to take her up on her offer. So I...
FRENCH BOY WITH IRANIAN BOY Hello every one….I am going to tell my real story…my name is Enzo from Nice-France…my family newly converted to Islam…and we now migrated to Montreal-Canada…I am 16 years old…quite slim and well looking….5’8″ tall…white in complextion and my Cock size is not that great…its about 5″ long… There I was…. sitting in one of my classes…. I was scanning the faces of the Boys in my class and in my school….when my eyes fell upon one Indian boy….he looks few years older then...
Gay MaleIt was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive...
AnalCopyright © 1998 by sandman I was born in 1935 in Lyons, France. It was a very bad time to be a Frenchman, it was a very bad time to be a child. All around me the great post-war depression raged and people whispered in hushed tones that the winds of war were echoing through the hills again. And at the age of four, war did indeed arrive sweeping away the last remnants of my childhood innocence for war cares nothing of such things. My Papa, a great and noble man, spoke soothing words to...
I was on my knees, sucking at his thick, throbbing 8 inch cock, squeezing his muscular, military thighs when he came a big load. I sucked him off well and good and sat back on the floor, catching my breath. Slowly, we both settled down a bit and began talking about the upcoming finals. First quarter was nearly done with and Mark would be heading back to Minnesota for a month. I was going to stay with two different friends over the course of the break since going home wasn't an...
The French Quarter restaurant is over 100 years old and very popular, but was almost empty, something unheard of on a Friday night in the spring. It wouldn’t have mattered to the couple sitting at the small table towards the back of the small dining room off the back hall, they only had eyes for each other, be damned who else was in the place. Even though both were in their late 30s, the sparkle in their eyes when they were together made them feel like teenagers. The wait staff at Tujague’s...
concatenate of stories. I am Fernando from Brazil. In my third semester of University of São Paulo, I took 6 months aboard study at University of Louisiana. Kent and I room together at school, and thanks to hanging around with him I've had some wild experiences with a lot of women. But this last Summer , I had an experience that I never thought would have been possible. You see, My mother went to a conference in New Jersey for five days, and she decided to visit me in La. on weekend before...
If you have checked my profile you know I am a well endowed black 27y.o. trucker. Recently I was driving through a pretty rural part of Quebec east of Quebec City, definitely not many , if any black folks.A car was passing me and I looked down into the car, as I often due and it was a middle aged couple. She was an average build for her age, a little heavy but pretty woman and she was looking up at me and gave me a big smile and then turned to her husband and said something. He slowed and they...
FRENCH DRESSING 2 CHAPTER 1 The new girl Sami was waiting for me in the arrivals area. We rushed to one another and embraced, exchanging kisses on the cheeks. "Come on Babette, let's get you home." Eventually we got off the Metro and walked a few hundred metres along the Boulevard St Germain. I inhaled the sights and smells of the city, I longed to admire every shop, I gazed into every cafe. But Sami dragged me along and up a small side-street to a little courtyard. "Here...
French Maid Part 2: I looked at the girl my mother had just created in the mirror struggling to connect with the fact that the girl I was looking at was in fact me, a boy, a lost boy, a completely lost boy... I looked at the girl in the mirror, her fishnet encased legs, her half slips and her bra. I looked up at her perfectly made up face, her lipstick painted lips, her long blonde hair in a ponytail. Boys just didn't look like this. I looked at the girl in the mirror and concluded...
James had short dark hair, an athletic body from sports he played in high school. He had a faint set of abs. He was six foot one in height and was very handsome. He had girlfriends in the past but was single. He had always been the sporty type in high school but he had recently wanted to change that. He had a desire to start acting classes. He wanted to be a big actor like you see in the movies. He had an audition booked for tomorrow at 2pm. The movie was a French film. He did not really...
Anyway, it’s late in the day and they are by the lilly encrusted lake on a blanket. The scent of the raspberry ripple roses heady and heavy, compounded by the full bloom that he is using to lazily caress her body. Brushing her nipples, thighs, neck, everywhere. His hand is moving the stem almost reflexively. She is on her back, hands behind her hair, one leg raised, open to him. Her only garment, again his shirt, undone. He lies beside her, head propped up on his hand, admiring the view....
It was during my first summer holiday since I’d gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn’t really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority figures for me only a short time ago, and even if Mrs. Woodcock (she was French, but had married an English guy) was far more attractive...
It was just another day, besides one fact. You had a D- in French, and your mom was pissed. She had said "If you EVER want to see anything but the WALLS of your ROOM you will go and get some EXTRA CREDIT!" So here it was, after school, and you were seeking some extra credit. Sadly, your French teacher wasnt the steriotypical hot, erotic kind. Mind you, she didnt look horrible, but she wasnt the hottest of the hot. She had about C-cup tits, and a rather large ass, a bit out of your...
My name is Clinton Crayle, and I'm a very different kind of Private Eye. My fee is a Thousand Dollars a day, and I'm seldom out of work. My specialty is untangling the kinky sex lives of the very rich. My clients know my discretion is absolute and I guarantee my results. So if you're rich and in a jam, come to see me. Elise Bentley did.... "I've lost my husband and wonder if you might be able to find him for me?" Elise Bentley, in an expensive dress accentuated by even more...
French Woman?s Ordeal Part 1By Sonya Esperanto [email protected]:It was a hot day in Pattaya, Thailand. It was summer time. The locals were running around, with hats on their heads, and here they watch the Western tourists, walking around. Foreigners from Scandinavia love Thailand?s heat.Claire was walking around. Claire was an attractive woman, originally from Bretagne, somewhere in the West Coast of the France, that faced the Atlantic Ocean. She stood at 6 feet tall, with...
© 2002 Couture After I'd finished my morning laps in the pool, I dried off, walked inside, tossed my towel on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to make myself a healthy shake. Sophie, the maid, walked in tisking to herself and eyeing me dubiously, as she picked up my towel, "Ça alors, il ne ramasse jamais, celui-la," she muttered in her heavily accented voice. I used to wonder what she was saying. Then one day I looked up some of the words in an English to French...
My heartbeat quickened in my chest as, for the second time during my stroll, I heard a crack of a twig in the woods behind me. I craned my neck, trying to see if someone was there. With a start I realized that something was watching and approaching. I took a step back, nearly tripping over a decaying log, then laughed at myself. A raccoon chattered, waddling past me, a shiny treat held in it’s paws. I sighed and turned to continue my walk and ran straight into a man looming behind me. I...
Three weeks later I was in despair. He was awesome. He cared about his students passing. He let us use note cards. He taught us how to put everything into our calculators correctly. If everyone did badly on a test, he’d somehow make it better. That actually made me laugh… he was saving his own ass by doing that. He was honestly the best example of a professor I’ve dealt with. He did everything he could to help us. I watched him move around the classroom with confidence. I listened to the...
When I surveyed my list of colleges that I had been accepted to, the only thing on my mind was getting as far away from home as possible. My father hated me. I hated my father.. I had zero friends that wanted to be around me after I came out senior year. All that shit about people coming to accept who you are was total bull. Then again, maybe I hadn't given them enough time. So I headed north to a little college in Vermont where I knew no one. I was going to start fresh and state...
The reporter looked away from me, glancing at her notes in right hand. “Afternoon,” I called, seating myself and adjusting the chair in front of the television cameras.She nodded at me, turned to the first camera and delivered a short introduction about our interview. “So Mr Rawley, please can you take us back to the morning of the fifteenth?”“Sure.” I adjusted my check shirt in the baking heat of the bright lights of the studio. “I was the senior producer on World News’s flagship programme and...
HumorYou are a rookie in the NFL for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. As the team's first draft pick you are supposed to be the quarterback of the future. Your team has accomplished their goal with a 12-4 season and a trip to the Superbowl against the Oakland Raiders. The game has been nothing but defense from the beginning and you have the ball to start the fourth quarter with the score being tied 10-10. You feel like the last hit broke two of your ribs and it hurts to breathe. Do you stick it out and go...
Non-EroticCHEAPER BY THE QUARTER Christine, Judy, Karen and Beth asked me to come to their apartment at noon for Champagne. They had finally saved enough money for complete make-overs and were ready to go to the clinic. By make-overs I don't mean just new hair styles and exciting new make-up. Far from it. What had taken them so long to save the money - a couple of years I was told -- was that they each had wanted to have substantial -yes, substantial - - plastic surgery. They knew exactly...
"Hi Jack," she said, her soft continental purr already sending shivers down my spine, "How are you?" "I'm fine thanks Mrs. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to get away as fast as possible without being impolite. "You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered my parking ticket's going to run...
She stepped out onto the balcony and the warm southern air fought with the unseasonably cool breeze against her bare shoulders. She hugged herself and looked over the yard. Down below on the first floor there were several party goers enjoying the music and each other. She wasn’t sure if she should really be waiting for him here. When he’d said ‘Meet me up there. I’ll be right behind you.’ he’d pointed at this small balcony and it hadn’t seemed as high or as dark or as removed as she felt...
The sun wakes him, there are windows on three sides of the room and no curtains. The shutters open and the breeze is grazing his body, keeping the heat at bay. He reaches over to take his glass and drink some water. As he does, he finds himself grinning as he surveys the scene of devastation around the bedroom. Clothes, underwear, stockings discarded, a lamp knocked over, most of the bedding on the floor and pillows spread around the room as he’d used them, imaginatively, to lift her hips...
I will be adding some stories and memories based on real events. Some of my painting and art are inspired by these events.So there I was driving down through France on my way to the Alps for the winter season, I was wearing a nice little blue strappy top, a black short skirt as I generally prefer and no panties or bra. It was warm enough in the car but when I got out for a little break at the next service station I grabbed my hoody to put on, even so, my nipples went hard as nails! I ran across...
French LessonsbyEmmyLou93©Lucy lived a quiet life, simple and typical of a young girl in the French countryside during 1860. Sighing, Lucy set down her needlework and went outside her father's tiny cottage, looking at the flowers. How beautiful they were as they reached toward the sun on this early spring day! She would have to pick some of the budding blooms for Papa later.She smiled, leaning down and smelling some of the daffodils. Her Papa was her dearest friend. Indeed, her only friend....
Introduction: A French houswife gives it nasty to her teenage neighbor. The Perfect HandTim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out. As we all know, this may cause some problems when you are 17. His lack of girls led him to become a porn addict. This is where the story starts.It was...
When I was in high school I had a huge crush on this girl. She was a friend of a friend, and we didn't really hang out with the same people or have any classes together. We were each in relationships with other people , but always seemed to catch reach others eye on the periphery... She was kind of short, brown hair, and freckles. She had huge tits, probably the biggest of any girl I have ever fucked or fondle since. Freakishly huge, actually, for her small frame. She was a big time...
All right, I guess it was my fault, as it was my idea that got us into the situation that ended with me getting fucked by a complete stranger and both of us experiencing sex that we had never had before.No longer in our youth we prefer restful holidays in the warm. This time we were in the south of France as Billy was going to retire before long and we were considering buying a holiday home in the area. We were staying in a very nice hotel out of town and while it had its own pool it was only a...
Day 3. Sunday.After the exertions of the previous evening we slept well and woke late. We had missed breakfast at the hotel so we rang room service and they sent over a tray of continental breakfast - croissants and rolls with a pot of tea (for me) and coffee (for him) which we devoured.The day was another lovely one and it was still very warm. Being a Sunday there was very little to do as everything was closed so we went back to the beach, not really expecting a repeat of the previous day but...
French Maid Forever Debra Phil didn't think it was such a big deal. Not really. OK, he probably should not have cheated on his wife, Cindy. Again. With his personal assistant. But he had. And Cindy had caught him. Now she was livid. She was waiving the separate property agreement he had signed the last time this had happened. If she demanded a divorce, and with the pictures she had she would get one. She would own the house, the company and all of the investments. He...
James felt awkward after what had happened at the audition. His Mom had seen his dick and touched it. She hadn't seen it since he had been much younger. After a few more days he received a call from the film director telling him he had been successful. James was actually disappointed. He was nervous as to what would happen next. He didn't tell his Mom and just wanted to pretend it had never happened. The next stage was to start filming. James thought it was just one day of filming so told...
My friend Lizzie and I went to brittany in the north of France for a weekend in June when we were 15 years old. As soon as we got there at 10.30 at night we threw our bags into our room, and quickly changed into short skirts and more revealing tops. I had a boyfriend back home, but I thought this would be a nice drunken girly weekend with my best friend and so I wore my tightest denim mini, with my long light brown legs on show, and a baby pink polo shirt, with my 32D cleavage almost bursting...
The term ‘reserved occupation’ was used by many European countries in WWII to categorise certain trades and skills which exempted people from being conscripted for military service. In Britain, farming was one such skill; and as a farmer, my Uncle Ned (not a real uncle) was able to continue with his arable farming. He had recently taken a new bride: half his age and strikingly beautiful.Colette was a French refugee and the talk of the village. Some said Ned was a lucky man to share his bed with...
SeductionI was only 24 when I was sent to Jersey for three months to learn all about Stock Broking. I had left school at 17 and had joined a Shipping Agent company but the shipping business had collapsed with the use of the containers, and the company had to concentrate on its Investment Trust work. I was met at airport by the Managing Director who took me directly to the person who had agreed to put me up for three months. She was the widow of a director who had died some four months previously, from...
You couldn't mistake them for anything but what they were, rich French women deigning to allow the United States the pleasure of their company for a short while. And as they slowly walked towards me, every molecule in my body screamed 'danger', a warning I knew I couldn't heed. "Ah, Amelie, le voila," my sister intoned to her daughter, pointing at me. "Marie, Cat, what a pleasure," I said, rushing to meet them. There were no family hugs from these two, just a cheerless waving at my...
"This is far enough," the woman called, reining in her horse and tossing back her long mane of fiery hair. "Come help me down." I dismounted, held up my hands and she slipped right into them, about ten stone of her. I let her down slowly and held her to me, enjoying the feel of her as she slid down my chest and belly. Her mouth reached up to mine, and my hands cupped her firm bottom as we ground our bodies together. She had been flirting with me and the others for some time, riding out...
I lay on a creekside and remembered when there were lulls, times when we had little or nothing to do except take care of our clothes and shoes, clean our weapons and rest. During one of those slack times, I knew that Lt. Foster had been busily serving the quartermaster's randy wife even before I talked her maid into my tent for a pleasant if tiring evening of give and take, suck and fuck. I gave it to her and she took again and again until she collapsed. panting and covering me with kisses....
I'm an old timer. I grew up in a time when there was no internet as we know it now. No, I was a product of the wonderful world of BBS's. What's a BBS? Bulletin Board System. Back in the dinosaur age, we used to have to dial up to a local, or long distance, BBS to get our rocks off. IMHO, it was much friendlier than today. Of course, I'm an old fuck, so, I would think that way. Anyway, one of my favorites was Nix Pix, you could get ASCI pics of naked chicks and then on to .JPGs My favorite part...
Tim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out. As we all know, this may cause some problems when you are 17. His lack of girls led him to become a porn addict. This is where the story starts. It was mid-October, and Tim had the day off from school because of a teacher work...
They are sharing breakfast at the long dining table. Dwarfed by its length, it could seat around 20, the manoir must have been built around it. She’d woken before him this morning, coaxed from sleep by the sun and the obstreperous birds. He was still sleeping, the ghost of a snore. Looking hard at the firm, handsome enough face, gentled by sleep, she had weighed up the opportunities and reluctantly decided to let him rest. She had bathed and dressed quickly, hopped on to the clanking old...
They lay together, squashed in a hammock. She’d found it hidden in the hayloft and secured it, hopefully, between an apple with fruitlets and a recently cropped cherry. Getting in had been a challenge as a lot of tipping and rocking seemed to occur. Lucky it was close to the ground. They’d laughed so much that her eyes watered and they were still chuckling as they lay there. Eventually, by sitting on it together and opposite, then swinging legs over, they managed it and were now lying facing...