Blood Lust Seductress
Date: 01.02.2010
Keywords: Blood, Seductress, Lust,
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Mrs. Basking's kiss was assertive- her strong tongue penetrated and then probed Catherine's mouth. Catherine reciprocated and her tongue found and teased Ms. Basking's, darting their tips together and then pulling away, playing the role of a 'coy tease'. Suddenly she suckled Ms. Basking's tongue, suckled it really hard. The older woman immediately became deeply impassioned as Catherine firmly drew it deep into her mouth until it felt like she was going to tear it from Ms. Basking. Ms. Basking pressed her body into Catherine's as their passions rose and the kiss deepened.
An underlying mystical magnetism which had been subtly drawing Catherine to Ms. Basking over the years emerged with a raging force. Catherine's heart raced and she could not, and did not want to, pull away. Her breath quickened, erect nipples strained for release against her corset and she stirred below. Intuitively, Ms. Basking lowered her hand from Catherine's midsection to the hem line of her mid thigh dress. She grazed her long red fingernails against Catherine's bare legs and playfully stoked her flesh. Then, Ms. Basking cautiously raised the dress, so as to not startle Catherine, found her panty and began massaging her through the lace silk garment.
Ms. Basking broke their kiss. She continued rubbing herself against Catherine and teasing the younger woman. She kissed her below the ear and down to her neck, where she planted gentle kisses and flicks of her sensual tongue. "You smell so good," Ms. Basking whispered admiring the younger woman's choice of perfume. Catherine let the older woman's talented hands take complete liberty with her body. "What about Mr. Alderson? He might catch us," Heather quipped between impassioned gasps.
"Don't worry my Dear, I sent him out to run an errand. He won't be back for a while..." Ms. Basking whispered and went back to kissing and caressing Catherine. The arousal between Catherine's legs grew strong. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes focusing on the mounting pleasure. Her hand cradled the back of Ms. Basking's head and she felt the fine strands of the shoulder length jet black hair running through her fingers.
Ms. Basking slipped Catherine's panty down to mid thigh. Catherine did not protest. Ms. Basking ran her fingers through Heather's coarse black hairs as she massaged her, cupping her sex and pushing and pulling at the coarse tufts. When she was convinced Catherine was completely submissive to her whim, she slipped a finger between the furrow and teasingly graced the very edges of Catherine's moist inner lips with her finger tip, circling the tender edges of her opening. Catherine leaned her upper body back against the wall, slightly spread her thighs to give Ms. Basking better access and slowly gyrated her hips in sync with the pleasure.
Ms. Basking dipped her finger into Catherine's sweetness and then quickly darted it out. Catherine released a sultry "Ooooh," as Ms. Basking entered and exited, repeating the tease, "What are you doing to me?" Catherine asked in a shallow voice as she fought off the advancing climax.
"Just what you have wanted for a long time," Ms. Basking responded as she planted another soft kiss on Catherine's neck and continued her slow steady assault on the younger woman's sex.
Ms. Basking cautiously brought her other hand behind Catherine and placed a finger to Catherine's tight aperture. Catherine clenched and jumped in surprise, pushing her body up and bracing herself on the balls of her feet, her heels lifted off the floor. Nobody had ever touched her there. Ms. Basking had expected the reaction. She pressed her finger against Catherine's ass again and teased her sex as if nothing was wrong. "Trust me," she seductively cooed into Catherine's ear. She teased the aperture and eventually Catherine permitted her to penetrate it. Catherine was shocked that she was being rimmed, much less by another woman. It seemed so forbidden and surreal...
Catherine was in rapture. Never before had it felt this good. Her inner thighs burned and she ached for release. As Ms. Basking persistently teased, Catherine's heart raced harder with each wanton stroke. Small waves rushed through Catherine's body. She writhed and tensed to control the mounting pleasure but there was no stopping the oncoming quakes.
Ms. Basking stroked her faster. Catherine bucked hard in resistance. Ms. Basking pushed her crotch against Catherine's thigh and with unbelievable strength pinned her against the wall, her cocktail dress hiking up, revealing black lace thigh high stockings as she pushed against Catherine. Catherine found herself pleasantly trapped. Ms. Basking darted her finger in and out of Catherine, fluttering it back and forth within her and pressing her thumb against Catherine's clit, stroking the sensitive bud, careful to not bring her release.
The intense arousal burned in her sex and ass. As the pleasure of her first orgasm raced towards her, she pushed down hoping Ms. Basking would impale her virgin ass deeper. "Dirty girl," Ms. Basking teasingly said.
Catherine tried to twist and turn as best she could, not sure which way to contort her body to prolong the pleasure. Knowing she was losing rhe battle, she placed the palm of her free hand against the wall to brace herself. Ms. Basking felt Catherine's inner walls flexing and fluttering. The finger stroked across Catherine's favorite ridge, then again, and a cascade of waves washed across her body. She seized, seized real hard. Her body stiffened and she pushed back with her head, pressing it against the wall and arching her neck at the height of release. Ms. Basking lips lovingly drizzled soft kisses on Catherine's supple neck. From nowhere, a primal urge welled up from within, Ms. Basking opened her mouth and drove her razor sharp fangs into Catherine's sweet flesh, grabbing hold of the younger woman's neck. Catherine did not feel the bite, she was too entranced in orgasmic rapture. It brought a hard erotic shudder to Catherine and she violently tried to buck her hips as she released, quipping in "ooohs" and "aaaahs", unaware of Ms. Basking's misdeeds.
Ms. Basking, her lips coated in Catherine's warm red blood, slowly drew on the young woman, feasting on her lusciousness as she continued to tease her. As Ms. basking drew on her, Catherine's climax grew more intense and it seemed their souls were melding into one. Her heart raced harder with the excitement, sending her precious blood to Ms. Basking's wanton lips. Catherine's blood stained Ms. Basking's lips, trickled across her tongue and down her throat and she became intoxicated on the sweet elixir. She held Catherine tighter as she fell into a blood sucking frenzy, frantically grinding and rubbing against Catherine's firm body, straddling her leg as she remained affixed to the younger woman's neck. A steady cadence developed between suckles of blood and thrusts of her hips. Ms. Basking's thighs clamped tight on Catherine's leg and she ravenously thrust her hips forward riding Catherine hard as she took her final draw of blood and the ultimate pleasure shuddered her body.
Catherine gave a deep erotic moan and one last heaving shudder. It caught Ms. Basking's attention and brought her to her senses, reminding her not to take this one's life. Catherine felt Ms. Basking's warm breath flow across her skin. Ms. Basking knew the trance would linger for but a minute more. She released Catherine's neck and licked the wound, instantly healing the flesh.
Ms. Basking was not proud of her parasitic nature. Having been thrust into the eternal world in the 1400's by a vindictive sadistic lover, she knew what she needed to do to survive. She was resigned to her existence but was ever bitter at him. She detested cold blooded murder. Forced to derive nourishment from the blood and sexual release of her victims, her existence was a conflicted one of lechery and sexual debauchery. She did not object to the later. Women of Catherine's age were like vintage wines, to be slowly savored. She kept several of them, randomly feeding as she fancied, each one having a unique and beautiful taste. The rotation kept them all alive. Men were for stamina, their liquids to be consumed in volume. She was horrified if she took a life, which occasionally happened by overzealous frenzied mistake. Regardless of who it was, her finest skill was seduction, seduction of her victim to cede all control and submit to her whim.
"That was incredible," Catherine moaned gasping for air, a smitten smile on her face, her mind in a surreal spell bound daze. Ms. Basking knew Catherine would now do anything she asked. She removed her fingers from Catherine's wetness and suckled them clean as Catherine watched her feast on her juices. Secretly, Catherine hoped Ms. Basking would continue. She could not ask, afraid of the implication. She just wanted Ms. Basking to continue. Ms. Basking knew what Catherine wanted, they all wanted the same thing, all had the same desire after the first time. Ms. Basking decided Catherine had had enough, "leave her hungry wanting for more... she'll be back," she thought to herself.
"My dear, you are amazing.... but we should stop this little tryst before Bob returns... we do need to spend more time together... I really do miss you... perhaps a night out, just us girls? Maybe to discuss working together. You really should reconsider... like I said, we will make a great team....."
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Keywords: Blood, Seductress, Lust,