Shemale Stories

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During my Sophomore year of college I developed a friendship with a guy who was very feminine looking and acting. He was from California (the Los Angeles area), had shoulder length blonde hair, shaved his legs and body, and typically wore shorts and cropped t-shirts around the dorm. His name was Jordan. He was a Chemistry Major and very smart. We would often stay up late in his room eating pizza, drinking, watching TV, and talking about stuff well into the night. Many of the other guys in our dorm thought he was gay and talked about him behind his back calling him names and making fun of him.

If you have checked out some of my other posts or WordPress site, you know that my first girlfriend was transgender. Stephanie and I met when we were both 12 and she was still known to me as “Stephen.” Before we started high-school she began her transition and we dated exclusively through our Senior year. She is the first girl I was ever really in love with and the person I first had sex with. Sadly, after we graduated, we broke up. My family moved to Indiana from Michigan and I ended up going to college at Purdue University where I also played football. (Yeah, I know, everyone thinks I played at U of M. Makes sense. I had been to many games in the “Big House” as a kid and have met Tom Brady and Charles Woodson. My entire family graduated from there except for my Dad who graduated from Michigan State. I had a full-ride scholarship to “State” and had to “start over” when we moved.)

Anyway, at a Mid-Western school like Purdue, Jordan was sort of an “outcast” and although at the time I had a cis girlfriend, I used to look after him to make sure he wasn’t bullied. I remembered what Stephanie had to put up with. At 19, I was listed at 6’5” 264 lbs. and alternated between defensive end and middle linebacker. I could also bench over 500. Yes. Really. Must have been from all the “vitamin supplements” I took of course.

Jordan in some ways reminded me of Stephanie early in our relationship. But really nothing ever happened between us. Until late in the Spring semester. During Finals Week, through one of Jordan’s other friends, I got word that several guys in the dorm were planning to dress him like a girl, beat him up, and throw him in the Wabash river (a common hazing and bullying practice). Late that night I went to “visit” them down at the other end of the floor. I banged on the door and told them to let me in. They were of course all smoking weed and high or drunk.

There were five of them. I told them what I had heard and that Jordan was my friend. I said if they had any problems with that we could settle it right now. Of course they didn’t and I said “good decision.” Before I left I told them if anything ever happened to Jordan I would fuck them up. There wasn’t much they could do. Besides the only guys around bigger than me were some of our “O Linemen” (all well over 300 pounds) who were also my teammates. Chances were good they would back me up if anyone gave me any shit.

A few days later, Jordan and I were hanging out, watching TV, and sharing a bottle of Jack. He was wearing a bathrobe and I had on only my black Nike spandex “training shorts.” Finally Jordan turned to me and said “I heard about what happened, Andy. Thanks.” I said “No problem.”

Getting up and then kneeling in front of me Jordan took off his bathrobe. Underneath he was wearing a red satin bra and panties. Very hot. Looking up at me but not saying anything he proceeded to take my hardening cock out of my shorts and suck it. I didn’t stop him. Laying back on the bed I let him continue until I came in his mouth. It was great. Then it was my turn. I removed his bra and licked and bit his nipples gently. I started to stroke his cock ever so slowly. Stopping me, he got two pairs of handcuffs out of a drawer and let me cuff his wrists to the supports of his bed. We kissed and made out while I continued to stroke him. Finally I knelt in front of him and sucked him off swallowing all his cum.

Releasing him from the cuffs we laid down together on the lower bunk. His roommate had gone home for the weekend and so we watched TV for a while then dozed off.

He would transfer to UCLA the next year. That was the only time we ever did anything and of course I never told my girlfriend about it. She and I would continue to date for a while then I met a graduate Nursing student several years older than me down at Indiana University. She and I dated that summer. Later that Fall we were married. She is my "ex" that I have mentioned in other posts on here before.

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Rome 79 AD. During the Feast of Jupiter I at last won my freedom in the arena. So many years have gone by, I cannot count the number of men I have killed, it must be in the hundreds. Before I was captured and enslaved by the evil leaders of the coup against the government, I was General of the Legions of the North. Trained in all methods of combat, and veteran of countless battles, I was selected to be a gladiator, determined to win back my freedom and return to an ordinary life. I was declared a “Hero of Rome” by the true Emperor and my citizenship was returned to me.

To make up for my loss, I was presented with a huge villa made of beautiful marble, with lush gardens, a courtyard, gymnasium, and indoor waterfall. I was paid all back wages from the military, plus a pension totaling many millions. This made me one of the richest men in Rome and because of my vast knowledge of military and political affairs and loyalty to Rome, the Emperor has made me his personal counsel and bodyguard on special occasions.

But that’s not the best part. Knowing my desire for beautiful young feminine males, I have been given a harem of the finest slaves from around the empire all between the ages of 18-25. They are primarily servants but at any time when the mood strikes, they are there exclusively for my pleasure. They have been trained well in the art of love and knowing my interests, are all submissive. I treat them with love and respect and never abuse them. They have luxurious accommodations and are free to go anywhere on the grounds of my estate. I don’t imprison them or keep them in chains (unless of course we’re fooling around ).

One slave in particular is my favorite. He was born in the North and is about 19 or 20. A beautiful boy, you would at first think he was genetically female until you saw his cock. Before he was captured, he had extensive education and is well read and literate. We have much in common. He was also raised to be a warrior and is fit and muscular. Unfortunately, his army was ambushed by our legions and he was taken prisoner. Given his beauty he was not killed but instead taken to Rome and trained to be a slave. Fortunately for him, I won my freedom before he was assigned to a Master and personally selected him as my own.

How to describe him? Tall, long blonde hair, pretty face, blue eyes, freckles, slender but fit hairless body, fantastic legs and ass, fair skinned but lightly tanned (he loves to sunbathe nude in my private courtyard), and beautiful 7” cock. Around my villa he usually wears a very short robe or sarong made of the finest silk or just goes naked. His given name was “Eric” but he prefers to be called “Erica.”

Never married previously, I consider him my wife and he sleeps in my bed with me every night. We frequently enjoy long “sessions” in my dungeon. He loves to have me torment his cock endlessly and then fuck him while he is tied to the rack or some other device. We also make love every night in my bed. He is very strong and likes to “ride” me while I play with his tits and cock. We often spend our days together and enjoy discussing art, literature, philosophy, and history. We also practice martial arts and sword fighting. The loser always must suck off the winner.

Occasionally we travel throughout the empire. My friend, the true Emperor, has issued orders that we are to be given safe passage anywhere. Anyone violating these orders would be crucified. Yes, I am in love with Erica. We have made arrangements that if anything were to happen to me, he will automatically be made a Citizen of Rome and given my entire Estate as well as any of my slaves he desires. But for now our life is wonderful. I can’t imagine anything better.

Copyright © 2019 AMS

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It was the middle of July in Michigan. Stephanie and I had been together for more than five years. Our relationship had grown from the “friendship” stage (the big kid and his cute little “guy” friend) to genuinely falling in love. It was wonderful, and we were practically inseparable. Everyone by now knew she was my girlfriend and her mom especially, was very supportive during her transition. She had been seeing a doctor as well. I went with her sometimes. Even though we loved each other I still had a lot to learn. But this week she had gone with her parents to visit relatives in California.

We used to play around a lot in my room when my parents were gone and often had contests to see who could make the other go the longest without cumming. Usually I won. Her small cock was the perfect size and so cute. I could go to work on her all day. I knew just where and how to suck, lick and stroke to drive her wild and also when to back off. I could keep her on edge for hours. She used to scream and swear and plead for me to let her come. Finally when it seemed she was at the breaking point, I used long and steady strokes until she had the most intense orgasm. Of course she was really good at getting me off too. Although she never really had an interest in fucking me in the ass. It didn’t matter. And she could be almost as wicked in her torments…

What she really liked more than anything however, was for me to fuck her. She was able to cum from the pressure on her prostate (sometimes I would also jack her off while I was inside of her and sometimes we used to rub our cocks together) but we almost always did it with me on top. She told me that made her feel more “feminine” because it was like what she had seen in movies and imagined other girls doing it that way. The first time we ever had sex I was on top. She said she liked to feel my strong body and larger cock inside her. Afterward we used to lie close and talk about our future. We always kissed and cuddled and she would giggle.

So, there I was sitting by myself daydreaming. I hadn’t realized it, but all the time I had been thinking about Stephanie I had been playing with my cock which was now very hard. Also I needed to cum badly. I was wearing very short shorts and a tshirt. My parents had gotten me an old recliner when we moved in and it had a very wide seat with wooden supports for the arms. Perfect to tie someone up.

Stephanie sometimes liked for me to tie her to the chair and suck her off. God knows what she was thinking about but I noticed that she was almost in “another place” and her orgasms were super intense. I would jack off and usually we came at the same time. I used a quick release knot on her wrists so she could escape and afterward I just laid there, my head resting on the chair between her legs, while she held me and stroked my hair.

I got to thinking… What if I tied myself up and slowly edged myself to orgasm? Could I stand it? Could I really do it? And for how long? Of course I’d have to leave my arms and hands free so I could go to work. All the rope was in the garage and I dared not go out there like this. So I thought quickly and grabbed a couple of neckties and belts from my closet. I tied my thighs and ankles to the chair legs spreading them very wide.

Taking a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil, I poured it on my hands and began to slowly stroke and tease my sensitive cock. I wanted to just grab it and jack off quickly but I decided it would be more satisfying to take my time. To make it more interesting I imagined I had been kidnapped and was being “tortured” by a beautiful woman. One of my “celebrity crushes”? Maybe an older Stephanie? That did it. The “scene” was set.

I tried different things. Starting with slow long strokes. Rubbing the head like I was “polishing” it. Running my fingers around the glans. Playing with my pee hole. Everything felt great. And even better none of it was enough to make me come. I also played with my balls squeezing them and gently massaging my nipples which were very hard. I wondered if it was possible to come just from having your nipples played with? I had read about that but figured it was just a story. I also had seen porn pictures of people being “tortured” with electricity. I wished I could try it but thought it might be dangerous. Besides I didn’t have the right equipment for it. Once, I tried touching my cockhead with a 9 volt battery but it wasn’t sexy. It just hurt like hell then burned… So I decided to save “electrical play” for when Steph and I knew what we were doing. We’d have to read up on it.

This “self-torture” went on for a while. Good thing I locked the door to my room. My parents were still up. Just in case, I also had wedged a chair under the doorknob. The possibility of getting “caught” added to the excitement—but I would have had a hell of a lot of explaining to do…

I’m not sure how much time actually passed. But I was getting to the point where I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wondered what would happen if I really was at the mercy of someone and she wouldn’t stop? Could you really be kept on edge like that for hours? Would you go crazy? Would you eventually cum?

My left hand began to make regular strokes up and down my cock. The feelings of torment turned into the familiar feeling of a building orgasm. I could feel it surge through my entire body. It was as intense or maybe even more intense than sex with Stephanie. I maintained a slow and “machine like” pace although I so wanted to cum quickly.

My patience paid off. Without warning, my cock began to pulse and I shot the biggest load all over everything. The chair, the floor, me… everything. Some even landed on my bookshelf and TV. I didn’t care it felt awesome. Exhausted, I collapsed back against the chair and just laid there. I don’t know why but I couldn’t resist licking my fingers to taste it.

Carefully, I cleaned up the mess. I made sure I got it all then put everything away. Then I turned off the lights and went to bed. All I could think about was how much fun we were gonna have when Stephanie got back from vacation.

Copyright © 2019 AMS

(Moderators: Most of this story is true. Any sexual activity described of course took place during our Senior Year of High-School and we were both “18.”)

[Boner]

Wow! Hot story!

Reminded me of this sexy pic...

[a9127]

It was very early in June. The summer I graduated from high-school. We had just learned that my dad had been offered a big promotion to Regional Sales Manager and we would soon be moving to Indianapolis. Also during our Senior year, Stephanie and I had grown apart.

We still loved each other but we weren’t the same people we were at 12 or 13. I had several colleges interested in me for football, one of them was Michigan State. I had planned on going there in the fall and was looking forward to playing as a Freshman. Starting over in Indiana, with my choices being Indiana University, Purdue, or Notre Dame, none of whom expressed interest in me, was not as promising. Especially as a “walk on.”

To spend some time together as a “family” my dad booked an entire week in a luxurious and expensive hi-rise one of his friends owned on the Gulf coast of Florida (Tampa/Clearwater Beach area). I hadn’t been since we had gone a few years ago and took Stephanie along so while I was looking forward to it, I was also kind of bummed out because I’d be “by myself.” It just made me miss her that much more.

The first couple of days it rained. I hung around my room playing on the Internet and also made use of the gym. The next day it was sunny and very warm in the 90’s (F). I decided to go for a walk just to get out of my room and, who knows, maybe meet someone.

Before heading to the beach, I stopped by a local convenience store to grab a Red Bull and some tanning oil. I was wearing a “Michigan State Football” jersey. I didn’t notice him at first. “Spartans huh? So are you guys gonna win the Big 10 this year?” I turned around. He was maybe 6’ tall, long “dirty” blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, cute freckled nose, slim body, great legs (Fuck, you’ve read my other stories, they always are… ).

I laughed and said “Well maybe… are you from Michigan?”

“Yeah, but I got the hell out of there years ago. Couldn’t take my parents giving me shit anymore. So I moved down here.”

“Where do you go to school?”

“A community college in Tampa. Studying to be a legal assistant. But I really want to get into movies.”

He was probably right about that. Verrrry good looking. Handsome yes, but really, I would have to describe him as “pretty.” Tall and with an athletic body. I couldn’t help notice he had no body hair. Also he was nicely tanned with long legs. I was getting kind of a funny feeling (a good one) talking to him and my cock began to respond.

“My name’s Andy.”

“Anthony. What are you doing down here anyway?"

“My dad’s getting transferred and he thought it would be good for us to spend time as a family. We just got here Saturday. Why did you think I played for “State”?

“Jesus. Those shoulders and arms. Plus you must be at least 6’4” or 5”. You know, it’s a lot more fun if you’ve got someone to show you around.”

“OK.”

“Have you ever been to Florida before?”

“Yeah, but it was a long time ago.”

“Well there’s a lot that’s changed. By the way Andy, I can tell you are upset over something. Maybe later you can tell me about it.”

Anthony and I head towards a club catering to young people. It’s an “under 21” place so no alcohol but it looks like fun. Kind of like a rave. I notice there are many gay and lesbian couples. There is a booth in back where it’s a little quieter so we can talk. We order drinks. He tells me how his parents basically threw him out one night after an argument. He hitchhiked down here and found a part-time job, sleeping on the beach until he found an apartment. I discover that Anthony is 21, three years older than me.

I tell him a little about Stephanie, how we were friends in school, and that she was my first love. I explain that the move caused problems in our relationship and we had basically “split-up.”

“That’s too bad. She was trans wasn’t she?”

“How did you know?

“I can tell. Just from the way you talked. And the way you acted when we met earlier. Hope you’re not mad Andy. I just have a lot of experience” Anthony says smiling.

“Her name had been Stephen. I really loved her.”

“That’s so sweet” he says.

We leave the club and go for a walk. Anthony shows me around and tells me things about the area I never knew. It’s nice. I don’t know if this is leading somewhere or not but I’m enjoying our time together. I know one thing, it sure beats hanging out in the fucking hotel.

Hours have gone by and it’s starting to get dark. Anthony asks me if I’ve ever seen the sunset on the Gulf of Mexico before.

“Yeah. But I'd love to watch it again with you.”

Giggling, he says “Are you asking me on a date Andy?”

“Ummmm…. Yeah sort of….”

“I know a great place to watch it from. Let me go in here first and get something to drink.”

He goes into a drug store and comes back with a bottle of Tequila.

“Figured you would like this Andy, if not that’s OK.”

I follow him along the shore to an out of the way place far away from the public areas and we sit down propping ourselves up against a dune.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? This is where I used to sleep before I found a place. I always loved watching the sunset.” He takes a swig and passes the bottle to me. I take a drink and hand it back.

Neither one of us says anything. It’s a truly beautiful night. I noticed that we are sitting very close, our legs touching each other’s. He has slipped his hand into mine. We look at each other. His eyes are so beautiful in the fading sunlight. There is a brief pause “Anthony…” I say. Then before either one of us knows what’s happening we are kissing. First gently then more aggressively. Open mouthed and with the tongue.

We stop for a second. As if to check with the other if it’s OK. Words aren’t necessary.

I reach in his shorts and pull Anthony’s cock out. He does the same with me. We are both about the same size and also circumcised. We are already dripping pre-cum. He begins to rub our cocks together as I pull his shirt up and lick his nipples, occasionally biting them gently. His body is gorgeous. I push him gently back onto the sand and suck and tease his hard cock. He sighs and moans, as I bring him closer to orgasm.

Trading places, he works my cock over until I don’t think I can stand it. He has a firm grip around the base and he uses long slow strokes. Taking me deeply into his mouth. I’m amazed that he doesn’t gag. I’ve never had my cock sucked like that before. In fact this is my first sexual experience with someone besides Stephanie. Anthony is wicked. God it feels so good! I must seem like an amateur to him but he doesn’t say anything.

Without thinking I say “Fucking god, baby. I’ve never had anyone do it like that before.” Anthony just giggles.

Having driven each other to the edge we get back up and kneeling in the sand we continue to rub our cocks together until we both shoot our loads all over each other. The sun has set and been replaced by moonlight. The sand is still warm. Anthony snuggles up to me the same way Stephanie used to. I can tell how relaxed he is. He puts his arm across me and rests his head on my shoulder his long blonde hair falling softly on my chest. I kiss him gently on top of his head as I hold him close.

We fall asleep. When we wake up it’s still dark. We must have just dozed off. I ask Anthony if he would like to go back to my hotel. He says “Sure.” We get dressed and “sneak” back in to the hotel. My parents had been trying to call me on my cell phone. I call them back and let them know I went to a club and ran into a bunch of kids from Michigan and just lost track of time.

Anthony and I take a shower together than climb into bed. We spend the rest of the night talking about well, everything. I tell him about growing up in Michigan and how I played football. Also about how Stephanie and I met and the night she told me that she knew she was a girl from about age 4 or 5. He also tells me a lot about himself.

“It was basically the same with me. My parents didn’t understand at all though. My dad said he didn’t want a ‘sissy’ around and told me to get the fuck out. I thought coming down here might help and maybe I could get into movies. You know.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yeah. I love sex and I would never do anything dangerous… unless you wanted to Andy. But I thought I could do that while I transitioned then maybe I could afford to have surgery. I’d love to have bigger boobs someday. Maybe even SRS. You know what name I’d like?”

“What?”

“Anna. I’ve always liked the sound of it. What do you think Andy? Maybe one day you’ll see me starring in something. If you do I hope you will remember this night.”

“Anna. That’s a beautiful name. I think you’re beautiful. You know, why don’t we just enjoy the time we have? You don’t have to decide anything right away.”

The rest of that week was awesome. Anna and I spent every day together. And we made love every chance we got. Later that week I introduced her to my parents. But there was something in her past that had happened to her that she wouldn’t talk about. I could tell. I knew someone had hurt her. Not physically but emotionally. I also understood she had to work it out on her own. Unlike Stephanie, it was obvious that Anna never had the support of her family nor did they have the wealth that Stephanie’s family did. So when we said goodbye at the airport I realized I probably would never see her again. We kissed for the longest time. People were staring at us. But so what? The last thing I remember was looking into her beautiful eyes as I gently touched her face. She took my hand and kissed it. Then turned and walked away.

A few years later I bought a new DVD for my “collection.” The star of the movie was Anna. She was even more beautiful than what I remembered. Married to my first wife by then, I thought back to that summer night we watched the sunset. Just like she would have wanted me to.

Copyright © 2019 AMS

[davecess]

Slowly Demonica coalesced in her bedchamber. She let out a small sigh and went to her dressing table. Like most succubi, she enjoyed the freedom of being a nebulous cloud. It was a delicious sense of detachment that made coming back to solid form feel almost clumsy. But, she knew she was anything but that. Lithe and beautiful, she could snare any man. Of course she had the benefit of centuries to perfect her black arts. She had enslaved men from all levels of society. From innocent, naive young peasant boys through arrogant dukes ripe for bringing to their knees, to devout Catholic priests whom she had seduced until they literally begged to be corrupted by her. She took an almost mischievous delight in possessing clergy. Given their hatred of her kind she enjoyed making their faith crumble until they threw themselves prostrate before her. Although she was not sexually attracted to women her enthusiasm for destroying the holy had even lead her to take a few nuns.

She sat down and started to brush her hair, gazing at a da Vinci portrait of herself and wishing for the millionth time that vampyres could cast a reflection. A sound snapped her back to reality. She was up off her chair in a flash and staring at a man huddled in the corner. A slow, evil grin spread over her face. "Good evening, Demonica," he said, drawing himself up. Her smile deepened. It was so good to see the hunted come to the huntress. "And good evening to you man. I called for you this evening." "I came here of my own free will Demonica and I came to put an end to your existence." "Of course you did." She purred. "Many of my victims believe that. Right up to the end, they delude themselves, knowing deep down in that secret place that they came because I summoned them." She enjoyed the effect her voice had on him but he shook himself and steadied his resolve."I have come to kill you. When the dawn comes, you will enter that coffin." He nodded toward the huge, red velvet lined, double sized coffin that sat nearby. "And I will stake your cold heart." "My, my, we have been doing some interesting reading."

She glided slowly towards him flowing like a dream. She could hear his heart beating, smell the fear on his sweat. All these things and more called out to her. His body cried out to be taken. "Dawn is a while away. Your body and soul will be mine before it arrives". She gave him a predatory smile. The power she radiated both frightened and fascinated him. She looked down and halted her movement just in time. Laid out in a ring around him was silverware. Actual silver. She looked up at him, her beautiful face changed to a momentary visage of terrifying rage ."The old books where right." He said. "You can't touch silver or cross a line made of it." She said nothing but watched his confidence return a little. She gazed at him and for the first time in many years felt something akin to love. He was an ordinary man but he was honourable and brave. She would not feed upon his life force until she killed him. She would instead possess him and take his soul. He would make a fine pet." You seemed to have learnt a lot man. But you seemed to have studied only the vulnerabilities of a succubus. Do you know nothing of our powers?" She pointed a finger at the bag at his feet. It contained stakes and holy water and other demon hunter's paraphernalia. It rose a few inches into the air then she sent it flying across the room. I don't care" he croaked, ". You're going to die this day Demonica. You destroyed a cousin of mine." She frowned slightly and watched him grow angrier. "And you don't even remember him, do you? The blond soldier you met at the fair ? Jonathan?" At this she smiled."Oh yes, I recall him. A wonderful young man. Great stamina and such a willing victim. Pity. I fed from him on a few occasions but I did not kill him. He threw himself into the river I believe.""You seduced then abandoned him. After you had been with him he could not live without you. You killed him just as surely as I will kill you by driving a stake through your sinful heart."

She smiled at him, growing weary of this game. Dawn was approaching,"I could not take him.He would have been missed by his regement and that could have caused me needless trouble. You on the other hand are a loner. All your life you have been alone but that will change tonight when I make you mine forever." She watched as her words rocked him to the core. She looked into his mind and sought out the lust he felt for her. It was always there. She touched it and made it grow. "Yes, your circle will protect you. But you really don't want to stay in there do you my darling?" The word "darling" speared straight through his defences. Surrender yourself to me You know you want me"You would much rather be here in my arms" She gazed down at him. His blue eyes became locked onto hers, dark and hypnotic. She shivered with pleasure as he struggled to resist. Like a fish fighting on a line, she started to draw him to her. "I can see into your mind. I know that deep down you want me, crave me." She lowered her voice to a hypnotic drone and watched his defeat accelerate. No mortal could resist her siren's call. She raised her arm and beckoned to him with a single black lacquered nail."Come to me darling, I want you. Demonica calls to you, answer her call.*Come to me. Come to my breast. You can't resist me, It's futile. Be my victim. ."

His body jerked and he took a step, then another, and another. He was awash with primal passion for her. Only the fire in his eyes showed the struggle. "You can feel me pushing my way into your mind can't you, Lover? Surrender yourself to me" He was caught helplessly in her hypnotic stare. She roamed his mind, erasing pockets of doubt and fear. She stoked the lust and the desire that was always deep within any man, fanning the flames with promises of sweet submission. She revelled in the goddess-like power coursing through her. Like a moth to the flame, knowing he will get burned, he took another step and another. Inch by inch as he grew weaker, she grew stronger. Her hold tightened. There was never any doubt. His fate was sealed from the moment he set eyes on her. She had chosen him and it followed she would have him.

He hesitated at the line of silver, sweat beading on his forehead. He still was aware this was the point of no return. His eyes could see nothing but her angelic face. Her raven hair, her smooth pale skin and ruby lips. And her eyes, like bottomless pits, drawing him ever deeper under her spell. She beckoned to him tenderly, holding her arms open wide, like a mother to her child. His fight was almost over, how could a mere man withstand such an onslaught? Knowing he must resist but finding his will no match for hers he slipped beneath her spell and stepped across the invisible barrier into her embrace. His existence as a free man was finally over.

She closed her arms around him, her cloak like a cocoon , his arms hung limply at his sides. She pressed her lips to his ear and breathed softly, delighting in the way his body was trembling. "I am going to have you in every way possible my pet" she whispered. Now she had her prey she had to check herself to rein in her power less she crush him in a instant like a leaf. Her tongue trailed its way down to his neck, soft and warm. She was delighted to feel his engorged cock pressing against her thigh. As his submission deepened his arms came alive and started to caress her and she tightened her grip on his body. His struggle was truly over and he willingly wanted to give her more. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue probing deep into his willing mouth. He groaned quietly at the invasion.His own tongue responded pushing back into her mouth and she sucked on it. As they kissed she drew on his life force, weakening him further. Despite the exquisite pleasure of the feeding she made herself stop before it was too late for him.

"Kneel before your queen" she commanded. He obeyed without question. "Kiss my boots" she commanded and he began tenderly kissing her shiny black thigh boots. "Higher" she hissed and he worked his way up her long, shapely, pvc clad legs until he found himself faced with her beautiful, sleek erect cock. She took told of his head again and breathed "suck your mistress". His mouth opened involuntary and was suddenly filled with her smooth hardness. Despite the alien sensation he suckled on her cock like a baby at a teat. His warm mouth felt so good around her cock which began to swell further in response. What had initially felt so strange now felt so natural to him. She tenderly face fucked her prey and he offered no resistance to the abuse. Rather than have him suck her until she came she pulled his head away, her precum smearing his lips and ordered him to stand again.

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[davecess]

He slowly rose to his feet and as he did so she kissed him with a superhuman ferocity, clamping his head between her hands. Now she would make him hers forever by claiming his soul. He could feel his life essence being drawn from him but didn't want her to stop. He had to be her prey and give his soul to her. He now wanted her to take every part of his being. She could feel him pressing against her in eager submission. She tightened her mental hold on him till she held his very soul in her vice like grip. "Surrender." She mentally commanded the small wriggling thing. It quivered, was still, and she drank it from him, her victory filling her with an orgasmic rush. His groans were muffled by her unyielding lips upon his mouth. She smiled lasciviously and led him in his trance by the hand to her coffin, the sky now awash with the light of false dawn. She had done all she could in her chamber and would now continue to deepen his corruption in the dark warm velvet interior of her lair , saying: "Abandon all hope ye who enter HER." She wrapped her legs around him, placed a nipple in his eager mouth and closed the heavy lid down. For indeed she needed to stay in her coffin during the day, but she did not need to sleep...