Fufilling Hunger

Gin came down the stairs leading to the roof of her building. She had been perched, watching for the better part of an hour for a certain car to pull into the parking lot. She smiled, baring her fangs, as she saw him get out. She quickly entered her apartment. The phone was ringing as her feet hit the floor. She picked it up and whispered, “Head on up.” She gently set down the handset and gestured to the candles scattered around the room. They sputtered to life. A slow sensual music began pouring from hidden speakers. She speedily finished preparations as a knock sounded on the door. “It’s Open!” she called, carefully arranging herself on the sofa within sight of the door.

James pushed the door open, and his jaw dropped at the sight that greeted him. Gin was clad in a tiny contraption made entirely of black fishnet and red leather. The top of the garment was open, surrounding her generous, heaving breasts with leather, but leaving the mass of them bare. The midriff was nothing but delicate net, and very easily damaged. The bottom of the outfit was a high cut fishnet panty, barely held together by micro fine strips of leather. He just knew that his fingers could rip through that fabric without a thought. Her long reddish brown hair cascaded over her luscious body in waves, ending, barely brushing her hips with its length. He hastily slammed the door behind him. “Wow, Gin, I didn’t know you were so… adventurous…” He smiled and joined her on the couch.

Gin smiled. She could see his cock growing even through the layers of his clothing. She could already smell his arousal on the air. Gin stood, somehow making her slight frame seem imposing, looming over him. She smiled, revealing to him sharp little fangs. He paled somewhat, but didn’t make a move to leave. “Is this your first time with one of us?” She asked.
“Yes,” he managed to stammer.
“Odd, we are drawn to,” she paused searching for the right word,” specimens, such as you.” He grinned at her.
“Give me your hands.” She spoke suddenly, and forcefully. He offered d them to her. Out of nowhere, a rope appeared in her hands. She snapped her fingers, and a straight bar descended from the ceiling.
“What’s that for?” he glanced up at it.
“You’ll see.” She swiftly tied his hands together. “Now, you are here of your own free will, and up for anything and everything right?”
“Yes” he answered.
“Excellent.”
Gin threw the end of the rope over the bar, and hoisted him to his feet, tying him so that his feet barely touched the ground. She pulled an elaborately carved dagger out of her thigh high red leather boot, and proceeded to cut his shirt away. He could feel the cold steel against his skin, but she didn’t let herself bleed him.
Once she divested him of all his outer clothing, leaving him in only his boxers.
“Do you want me?” she hissed into his ear.
“Yes” was the only reply.

James’ cock was straining at his boxers, aching to be completely freed. He gazed down at this tiny woman, no, she was more than a woman, and she was a dream, who had been the fuel for his fantasies for so long. He breathed in sharply as she ran her sharpened nails over his chest. She skimmed her fingertips over his nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. She slowly lowered her hands to the waistband of the boxers. She left her hands where they were, and lowered herself to sit on the coffee table behind. This put her at eye level to his crotch. She dragged the silken fabric off of his body.

Gin was a bit surprised by the size of the swollen phallus she had just exposed. She smiled as she saw him twitch, a glistening drop of precum hanging from the very tip of his head. Leaning forward, she gently licked the skin right at the base of his hot rod.

James gasped as Gins small hand closed around his 10-inch shaft. His eyes grew big as she expertly laid her lips around the head of the monstrous thing. She shyly slid her tongue around his head. He moaned as she began to rock back and forth, taking him a little further in with every stroke. She began sucking slightly, like a small child with a lollipop. James groaned, sure she was going to kill him with pleasure. Gin began humming as she thrust him into her throat. She rolled her tongue around his head with every downward motion. He was groaning as she drove him closer to climax. He suddenly cried out, and filled her mouth with his hot sticky juices. Gin swallowed deeply, and leaned back.

Gin was amazed. She had never had a toy this big, and usually, she just let them cum in her mouth before she fed off of them, but this one, she had to have him. She grabbed her knife and cut him free of the bonds. He collapsed back on the couch. She looked at him oddly. He reached for her and pulled her onto him, so that she was straddling his lap. He began tearing apart the bottom part of her costume, ripping the fishnet that was her only cover away. She tried to squirm away, but he shook his head. She could feel him growing hard under her. He abruptly stood, locking his hands under her ass.
“Where is the bed?” he asked. She pointed and he carried her there. When he pushed the door open, his eyes widened at the paraphernalia hanging off the bed.
“You want to?” he asked her. She nodded. He set her on her feet, and walked over to the elaborate bondage equipment. She hopped up on the cushions, and grabbed the bar at the head of the bed.

James quickly snapped the cuffs onto her, and she popped her feet in the stirrups at the foot of the bed. He snapped the holders around her feet. This position left her completely open to his mercy. He found her very wet, and very tight on his fingers. He began probing gently, then with a little more violence.

Gin moaned at the probing digits, it had been a long time since she had had anyone but herself. James’ fingers had found that magic spot, and he started stroking her clit with his thumb at the same time. Gin moaned loudly. He quickened his pace, and lowered his mouth to her quivering pussy. He sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, and thrust his fingers into her as hard as her could. She squirmed, practically screaming in ecstasy. Abruptly she came all over his face, and hand, quaking and bucking so hard she shook the bed a few inches away from the wall.

James was hard again. He glanced at her prone, panting body. He thrust his full length into her in one stroke, making her scream in pained pleasure as her abused body was stretched to its breaking point.


Gin moaned, his full length was inside her, and she felt like she was being torn in half. Her moans quickly turned to ones of pleasure as her began thrusting. As her thrust he fondled her clit, making her tremble. He thrust harder and harder, wanting to make her cum before he did. Still sensitized from the first one, she dropped over that precipice again screaming out his name. Her scream set him off, and he emptied his load into her trembling pussy, as she drenched him in her juices.

Once the caught their breath, he let her down. While he was dressing, he looked over.
“Same time next week?”
“Sure” she smiled as she closed the door behind him. She hadn’t fed this night, but after this evening, she was happy she hadn’t made him into her dinner.