“Connie, I want to shoot all over your breasts, but I want to fuck you, too. I think I’ll have my cake and eat it too.”
I knew what he meant and I looked down to find out if I was correct.
“I felt the way that your pussy grabbed onto my tongue and it gave me an idea of what it would feel like to fuck you.” He was now moving down, holding onto my legs and literally lining up his cock.
The lips of my pussy offered no resistance and he buried himself into my tight sheath in one long continuous thrust that felt like it took forever. “YESSSSSS.” I screamed, that one word echoing in my ears, as he made good use of that instrument between his legs.
“Connie, you are so wet, hot and tight. I love that you need this as much as I do and I want to bring the woman out of you.”
He had already done that in a multiple fashion, and now he wanted to do it again. He stirred up my excitement, his cock now plumbing my hole. He was like a wild animal, growling in my ear as he bounced me up and down on the bed. I didn’t think that any man could do that to me, but he seemed to be able to do it with ease. I watched his body move with a prowess that I didn’t know any man could have. He knew just when to stop and let me get used to it, and when to push forward and fuck me with heavenly strokes that took my entire body on a journey of its own.
His eyes were that same green color as before, but more pronounced. He bit my neck at the moment of consummation. His seed was white hot between my legs and I could feel every stream, as it entered my womanly embrace. My pussy reacted like any woman would, and I came with more force and intensity than before. What he did to me was turning me into a woman that I didn’t even recognize. This was the first time in a long time that I acted on pure instinct alone.
The orgasm was incomprehensible, and we had reached that point at precisely the same time. That had never happened with any other man I'd been with before. I could seriously get used to this type of treatment.
Chapter 4
While I slept, I dreamt of running through a forest on all fours, attacking an antelope in the middle of a field. I wasn’t the only one; there was a pack with me. At first glance, I thought they were human, but my eyes deceived me. They were Lions and they tore into the flesh of the antelope. I looked down at my hands to see that they had become claws and were covered in the blood of the victim that we had just attacked.
I felt alive and I moved with speed and agility. The taste of the carcass in my mouth was intoxicating. I loved the feel of the flesh against my teeth, and I could actually hear the heartbeat of the animal, as it slowly pumped its last beat. I actually loved that sound and the look in the animal’s eyes as it died made me lick my lips with enthusiasm.
Then it dawned on me that the animal wasn't an antelope at all but instead, some kind of wolf or coyote. I looked over at one of the lions and it seemed awfully familiar. Then, like this flash in my mind, the lion changed into a human form and I found myself looking at Dean. The figure morphed several times, but essentially he was the one who feasted on the animal with me and two others. We were a pack and it felt right, but at the same time I was appalled by my own behavior.
Nobody said anything; words were not needed in this circumstance. We were connected in a different way, almost telepathically, and it as if we each knew what the other was thinking.
I stood there on all fours, my body vibrating with an energy that I had never felt before, and looked down at this pitiful animal. It had been torn apart, its limbs pulled from its body, yet all I did was wonder when the next feeding would take place.
I felt a great power. Being the Queen of the Jungle had certainly had its advantages. I loved the adrenaline pumping through my veins, that sense of triumph over a weaker species, and knowing that I was responsible for its demise. I could still taste the blood and the raw meat in my jaws. It was all that I could do not to turn around and go after what was left.
I awoke with a start, my entire body covered with sweat and my mind going a million miles an hour. I don’t know why I would dream such a thing. I turned to find the Dean was no longer with me. Apparently, he had left during the night. The time we shared was something I would always treasure. It had been a wild, animalistic type of love-making, something that felt primal and ancient, as if we were destined to find each other.
I got out of bed, feeling like I hadn’t slept in days. According to the clock, though, I'd had eight hours of perfect slumber. I went into the bathroom, climbed into the shower, and let the water awaken me to a new day. The hot spray was exactly what I needed and I stood there for the longest time with my head underneath the shower. My body felt like it had been through the wringer, as though I had been on a four day binge of drinking, hopping from one bar to another. I didn’t have the headache that came along with a hangover, but I felt exhausted, barely able to stand on my own two feet.
I don’t know how long I was underneath the shower, but I finally turned it off when it started to get lukewarm. I didn’t want to get a chill, so I put a large white terrycloth towel around my ample bosom. I tucked it in and stood at the steam covered mirror with my hands firmly on top of the counter. The coolness of the white tile against my fingertips kept me from falling asleep and bashing my head against the countertop.
“Connie, I have coffee out here. I think we can both use an eye opener.”
I really wasn’t expecting him to come back, but my heart hoped that he would. I guess I figured that, to him, I was just a one night stand, one of those things that just happen and then you forget about.
“I hope you like it black. If not, I’ve also got some cream and sugar.”
“I’ll be out in a second, Dean.” This was not my bathroom or my room, and I had spent the night with a man that I really didn’t know. What I did know was that he was handsome, charming and could literally talk my pants off with just his eyes. “I’m going to need a couple of minutes to get my head straight. I don’t know what happened, but after we made love, I fell asleep, and that's not something I normally do.”
“Connie, I know that it might feel weird, but in time you’ll get used to it. I shouldn’t have bitten you, but I couldn’t help myself in the throes of passion. I do want to apologize and it was never my intention to go that far.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant and I wiped my hand across the glass of the mirror to see my reflection staring back to me. My face was different somehow, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Then a light bulb went off in my head. The wrinkles underneath my eyes and my forehead were gone. It was as if I had gone back in time about 10 years.
I was amazed by the transformation, and I examined my face more closely to make sure they were indeed gone. I did a cursory check of the rest of my body and I noticed that all the imperfections, including a small mole on the inside of my thigh, were gone as well. I was perfect and my smooth curves looked even better with my more perfect complexion. I didn’t know what to attribute this to, only that it happened after I had made love to Dean last night.
It had to be a coincidence. I was not one to believe in such nonsense.
The television came on in the next room. What sounded like Mexican music played in the background. I figured he was watching some Latin music station, and the music made my toes tap despite myself. I got the sudden feeling that something wrong, but again, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Then I leaned forward and noticed that there was a chunk of something in my teeth. I looked through his medicine cabinet and found some minty dental floss, I pulled out a strand, and rolled it between my fingertips. It felt more coarse than usual and made my fingers tingle just a little bit. I worked the floss into the spot where I had found the piece of something, and was able to pull it free.
I examined it, not sure what to make of it. It looked like raw hamburger, but I didn’t remember eating anything remotely like hamburger. Then I remembered the meatloaf. Maybe some of the hamburger used in meatloaf wasn't cooked? That had to be it. It was the only explanation that made sense.
Then I noticed something underneath my fingernails. Surprised it hadn't been washed away in the shower, I scrubbed my hands with soap and water. It looked like something red in the sink. I presumed that some of my red fingernail polish had come off. I didn’t think much more of it, and I came out of the bathroom, towel still wrapped around my frame.
“Connie, I thought last night you looked absolutely beautiful, but this morning you look positively stunning. I just want you to know that it’s not every day that I do something like that. I’m not saying that I don’t sleep with women because I can’t seem to keep them off of me. I just don’t go to the extreme of biting them. I usually reserve that for those of my own kind.”
He had to be talking about his Irish roots. I could understand how he’d want to save that kind of passion for those women who had the same ethnic blood running through their veins.
“I don’t think you need that towel.” Before I knew what happened the towel was gone. It happened in the blink of an eye. I looked up to see the terry cloth towel now in his teeth. That seemed a little strange to me, but before I could think about it further, he dropped the towel and pulled me to him, burying his head in my cleavage.
“I have to get downstairs to work. Breakfast is going to be a madhouse. I suggest you get dressed as well. I’m sure that Sharon gave you something to wear for your first day on the job.”
I remembered her laying something out on my bed, but I really hadn't had a chance to look at it closely.
“I’ll meet you downstairs and maybe we can have lunch together at around 2:00.”
Then he was gone and I felt a little tongue tied, not able to move and wondering how I had found a man who was so damn delicious that I couldn’t even control myself for one night.
Chapter 5
I walked back to my room to find a 1950's type outfit lying on my bed. It was amazing that it actually fit--maybe a little too tight, but certainly not enough to cut off my circulation. It actually did mold to my body in just the right way. Even the short little baby doll skirt had the desired effect. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dean. That had never happened before with a man. I only hoped that I could keep what I had just found.
I walked down the stairs, still feeling like he was inside me. It was an odd sensation, but welcomed nonetheless. I still felt his lips on my flesh. It was like everything he had done had been imprinted on my skin. I could feel the bite mark on my neck, but thankfully there was no visible reminder of his overly passionate marking of his territory. It was as though he had possessed me last night, made me his own, and all I could do was go along for the ride.
I went by the kitchen and was tempted to go in and give him a good morning kiss, but I didn’t want to send the wrong message. Instead, I went into the dining room and made coffee with a stick of cinnamon. I always liked it that way and I thought that I would introduce this to the menu.
“Young lady, I’ve been coming in here for breakfast every morning and this is the first time I can honestly say that this is the best coffee that I’ve ever had.”
The older man gave me a playful swat on my rear end for my troubles and offered a flirtatious smile.
“I’m glad you like it. Make sure that you tell your friends.” I didn’t mind the attention, but I was a little worried what Dean would’ve done if he had seen such a display. I don’t know why it mattered to me, but for some reason it did.
For most of the morning, I served the food and the coffee, but I was just going through the motions, my head still in a fog. I don’t know why I couldn’t get my act together. It really did feel like I hadn’t slept for days. I went to the bathroom several times to throw cold water in my face, but it was only a temporary solution. I had to drink a couple of cups of coffee just to keep myself going.
It was the exact opposite for Dean. He was moving around the kitchen like a whirlwind. He had some excess energy to burn. I could certainly use some myself.
At lunch, I sat down with him in the kitchen. He pulled out a Tupperware container and opened it. It had a raw steak with spices all over it. He slapped it on his plate and began to cut into it with a knife. The blood pooled on his plate as he ate it one piece at a time. I stared at him from across the table, shocked.
He stopped momentarily and looked at me with a bit of blood still on his lips. “I’m sorry. I guess you’re not quite there yet. I have something else that might be more to your liking.”
He brought out the leftover meatloaf. For some reason, it didn’t taste as addictive as it did the other day. It tasted fine, but it seemed to be lacking in flavor, and I actually found myself licking my lips at the prospect of tasting what he was eating.
“Connie, we haven’t talked about what you’re going to go through. I hoped maybe you would figure it out on your own, but I’m not sure if you have.”
I eyed a piece of steak on his fork, unable to stop staring at it, wondering what it would taste like on the edge of my tongue.
I snatched it off his fork and swallowed it before I even realized what I was doing.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just did that. Something came over me. The weird thing is I’ve never been someone to eat a steak rare.” I wanted more, but I didn’t know how to voice that desire without sounding like some sort of carnivore. “I don’t suppose you have enough to share?” I said it meekly, trying to keep my sudden excitement and hunger for the meat under control.
“I think that you’ll find that this is going to be a part of your diet from now on. Don’t worry, you can also eat fish, fresh fruits and vegetables. They're also part of our diet.”
The word ‘our’ confused me, but I had very little time to think about it. I ate the meat, not caring that the blood was now pooling on my tongue or trickling down into my throat. It was almost orgasmic, not unlike the way I had felt the other day with his meatloaf.
“I put my own spices into it. I can see from your face that you like it.”
“Dean, you have no idea.”
He was smiling. Then he took my hand and it was like an electric charge going through me. He touched me last night in the same way, but it wasn’t nearly as intense as it was now. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think I might be coming down with something. It might be a good idea that you stay away from me for tonight. Just until I get myself back together again.”
“Connie, I don’t think you really want that.”
He stood and with a flourish of his hands, he cleared the table, sending all the cutlery and the rest of that meat flying onto the floor. The way that the forks hit the concrete made my ears hurt, but then he kissed me and fireworks exploded in my head. The kiss turned me on something fierce and my entire body craved more of what he could give me. Even if I was coming down with something, it didn’t appear to bother him in the least.
He pushed up against the table, his hands on either side of my thighs, working their way up between my legs. He touched me and for a moment I thought my head was going to fly off my shoulders.
“Connie, you’ll find that everything is more vivid and clear. Your senses will be more alive than ever before and you’ll feel things 10 times better than you’ve ever had before.”
I could testify to that because just the feel of his fingers on my pantied mound was making my heart race.
He began to rub my crotch, and my eyes went wide surprise and pleasure all mixed into one. He still wore his apron, and I felt the bulge of his manhood up against me. “Well, I don’t know quite what to say, but HOLY FUCK… My God where did that come from… YESSSSSSS.”
Before I got too carried away, he put his hand over my mouth, watching as my eyes went wide and my pussy began to gush all over his fingers. He had somehow pulled my panties to the side and had force-fed me two of his fingers, but it didn’t seem to be enough. I wanted more.
“I told you that things are going to be different from now on.” He turned and went back to the stove, leaving me there flushed, recovering from one hell of an orgasm.
“Get back to work. Tonight we're going out.” He had said it so matter of factly that it was almost like he was telling me what to do. Still, I didn’t mind.
Chapter 6
I was still in shock at what we had done at lunch. It wasn’t just because he had turned me into a wanton whore with just one touch. It had more to do with the fact that I had eaten that God-awful mixture of spices and raw meat. The surprising thing was that I had enjoyed it and had been the perfect way to get ready for what he had given me with his fingers.
I did find that things were different. I could hear better than ever before, and my reflexes were so sharp that when I dropped a cup, I was able to snatch it out of the air before it reached the floor. I was stunned by this latest turn of events, but I felt everything more intensely, including the tabletops and the material of the napkins. It was weird, but it felt like I was a part of just about everything. Keen eyesight and agility were attributes I had never had before, but I did now. Whatever was going on with me had to be some sort of disease. I didn’t know of anything that could make me feel like this and I was sort of hoping that whatever it was would never get out of my system.
I sensed a presence and then a hand touched my wrist. I turned to face him of all people--my stalker had found me.
“Did you really think that you could get away from me, Connie? It doesn’t matter where you go, what you dress like, or where you work. I will always come for you.”
The feel of his fingers wrapped around my wrist should’ve made me afraid, but instead I stared him down.
He stared at me, like a deer suddenly caught in the headlights. “I… I am taking you back home, whether you like it or not.”
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