Queen Cobra - Part One - Sex Stories

Queen Cobra - Part One

... in this town, She has counted over one hundred of the hottest guys at this school as Her victims. Highly selective, as of course only She can be, they are first vetted targets, then vulnerable prey and eventually vanquished conquests. There is little doubt She alone rules a sizeable portion of the male population of this college. She is here tonight at the mixer to inspect the new freshman boys. As a class, they have no idea what’s in store. However, soon, some of them will. She will invade and conquer and show no mercy.

Approaching the arena entry, She flicks the snap on Her bolero jacket. It separates swiftly to display two of the largest, most perfectly shaped tits ever created. They are barely contained in a shamelessly brief silk bustier spanning a cavernous cleavage between their twin masses. Shapely legs, that soar to unbelievable heights, are encased in wicked silver/black reptilian wrapping. Her gait is that of a runway model, sensuous, arrogant, and instantly arousing. All hail The Queen!

The handsome bouncers at the door are a couple of Her many personal properties, and bow deeply as Queen Cobra nears. She stops to allow each to go to all fours briefly and kiss Her stiletto-heeled pumps.

“Good evening, My pets,” She purrs. They mumble their adoration. “Are there fresh specimens in here for Me?” She inquires. Both describe several good-looking males that they have scrutinized and questioned and carded as eighteen. Additionally, they detail one in ...

... particular which they believe will certainly whet her appetite.

The Queen smiles lasciviously. “I’ll certainly findthat one.” Then, without hesitation, She enters unquestioned, the only upper-class coed in attendance. Let the quest commence.

Ms. Cobra gazes upon the youthful gathering as a tigress might a herd of baby antelope. So much new, delicious flesh to explore. So many innocent boys to exploit and violate. She watches as eyes begin to be drawn to Her divine presence. She basks in the power that She exudes. Of course, no guy will be brave enough to approach and that’s exactly how She wants it. The Queen is a man-eating huntress. She alone selects the mark.

Circulating at the perimeter of the dance area, Her sinister stare falls on several potential targets. She inspects their physiques and observes their movements. Both ogle this dazzling knockout with obvious lust. She rejects each as unworthy and proceeds onward. A third specimen is soon spotted. This one is the cutest little guy with wavy black hair and a fit bod. She watches him from the side for a moment and decides to pounce.

This will be “Number One.”

Ms. Cobra begins undulating to the beat, slithering between bodies until She is close to his strapping physique. Turning with the beat he sees Her nearing. He suddenly stops dancing with the two babes before him and gawks open-mouthed at Her. The desire in his eyes tells Her everything. This one will be effortlessly overwhelmed. She boldly grasps his hips and ...