Club Fatale, Pt. 9 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 9

... onto her side -- laid one fabulous leg over mine. Her perfect breasts heaved after our exertion. Smiling, she played with my chest hairs as she slid the leg up and down my body. Up and down. Up and down. Her eyes penetrated mine. “Umm, nice...” she cooed. Up and down her leg moved. She waited until my hand rested on her leg, then: “God, I’m thirsty!” she said. “Are you?” “Mmm,” I murmured. She leaned over and kissed my lips. “Stay here. I’ll get us something, baby.” She stood, paused for a moment -- silhouetted in the door -- then left. I stared at the dim light on the ceiling, then -- Silently, I followed her into the kitchen and watched as she prepared two drinks. She removed a vial from behind the wine rack and opened it. She dropped a few drops into the glass and then stoppered the vial. “A masterful role,” I said, from behind her, “I must admit.” Charlie jumped and spun. “Oh, god, Evan! You startled me!” She tried to hide it behind her back, but I reached down and tore the vial from her grasp. “Suspicion is a unique ally,” I said. “It makes one see clearly what would otherwise be hidden.” I tensed and Charlie spun, reaching for a carving knife. I grasped her by the hair and wrist, slammed her into the counter and fell to the floor on top of her. Twisting the knife from her tight grip, I punched her in the face: a stunning blow. I then reversed the knife and thrust it into her side. Charlie howled, penetrated by my blade. Wrenching it out, I hurled it across the ...

... kitchen in a spray of blood. Charlie cried out: “Oh, god! God, please! I’m sorry, Evan! Please, let me explain?” Writhing upon the floor in agony, she pleaded for her life. “That’s right,” I said. “I am your fucking god! But begging won’t help you, bitch.” I slapped her, snapping her head back. Gripping her hair, I pulled it back further. I punched her in the throat. Charlie gagged and gasped for air. Snatching a towel from the counter, I twisted and wrapped it about her neck. Tangling the ends about each other, I cut off her breathing. Looking up at me, her eyes showed desperation at her predicament, and horror at her presumed fate. I felt her nails bite as she tore desperately at my arms and neck, but I held tight as she slowly weakened and finally passed out. She was limp against me and I realized that I was hard again. Pulling up her empurpled face by the neck and holding her head against the cabinets, I thrust my cock between her lips, all the way back into her throat. Gasping in pleasure, I thrust in deeper. Releasing the towel, I held Charlie up by her delicious brown hair and fucked her face with wild, passionate rage. At the squishy sounds her head made, the soft gasps that escaped from between her lips, I grew harder than I had been all night. Looking down at Charlie, I watched her unconscious head take my cock in all the way. The feel of an unconscious head and throat brought me to the brink. Grunting, I came inside her. I held her for a several minutes. Pulling out, I ...