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Fang of Control - chapter 6
Date: 5/4/2024, Categories: Fiction Male Domination, Mind Control, Older Male / Female, Violence Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
... pounds of raw and freshly killed meat! I felt extreme disgust and fled back across the highway. I washed with a garden hose and grabbed some pants and a shirt off a clothesline, dressing just as the sun came up. Luckily I found a pair of boots at the back door of another house. After explaining to the young redheaded desk clerk that I lost my key, I led her to my room. She was fun, but her scent told me she had the birth control implant. Since there was no chance of getting her pregnant, I was only interested enough to stay awake for a blowjob and a quick doggystyle fuck. She left me a note with her street address and phone number, but I tossed it in the trash as I walked out. I realized that in the last three months I’d had a whole lifetime worth of sex, but it might not be worth the cost. Forgetting important things like my lovers’ names and where I left my truck were BIG problems, not to mention jumping out a fifth story window and eating a RAW ANIMAL! I put the fang necklace in my pocket and resolved to never wear it again. - A couple days later, I stopped in a small town an hour past St. Louis. As I approached the motel where I’d booked a room, I saw a strip club only two blocks down the street. I thought that might be very convenient. Since I’d put the necklace in my pocket and wasn’t going to wear it anymore, I was my usual shy and timid self. I got two stacks of twenties at a bank that was about to close, figuring that might be enough to win the ...
... attention of a girl at the club. I went to a restaurant and had a porterhouse steak done medium-well, just one this time, and enjoyed it. I walked to the club anticipating seeing some naked women. The crowd was so large I couldn’t even see the stage. I didn’t want to upset anyone or cause trouble, so I sat near a corner and waited for the crowd to thin out. After three beers and only seeing the top of two women’s heads, I impatiently put the necklace on. I elbowed through the crowd until I reached the row of stools in front of the stage. I stared into a chubby guy’s eyes and told him, “I think you’re in my seat.” “Sorry! No problem!” He walked away but hadn’t wet himself. He was braver than most. The DJ loudly announced, “Here she is! Everybody’s favorite! TAWNY!” A slender, tall, and obviously Native American woman around 20 strode onto the stage. Most men near the front of the crowd were already holding out money, and many in the back clapped or cheered. She had a pretty face and attractively athletic body, but I was most impressed by her confidence and charisma. Smoking wasn’t allowed in the club, but she smiled and puffed on a cigarette the whole time she danced. I wasn’t impressed by her dancing though. After two whole songs, she took her blouse off. After nearly another whole song, she finally removed her skirt. As the music stopped she walked around gathering up her tips, still wearing a bikini. She hadn’t revealed any more than you would see at a beach. ...