Expanding Your Horizons

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Josh Wilkie sat at his desk and rubbed his eyes.

He had been working on this design for the ad agency he worked for nearly all day.

His screen flickered annoyingly, and he just wanted to go home for the night.
His colleagues had been talking about meeting up for drinks with their partners, and ‘enjoy’ a pre-Christmas meal, but he so didn’t want to go.

For one, he was single, and depressingly so.
For two, even though he worked out, and was quite sociable, most women just didn’t seem to notice him.

His friend, Darren, had a pretty girlfriend, no fiancée, now - Lia, who would be there tonight. She was one of the few of his colleagues partner who would even give him the time of day, let alone stick around to make conversation. Lia seemed to like Josh as he and Darren had worked together for a few years now.

Josh wondered what Lia would wear tonight. She had a great figure and Darren knew he was lucky to have her, and loved her deeply, which is why he’d proposed that Summer.

Josh returned his attention to the screen until closing time, when people began shutting own their computers to head home to get ready for tonight.

As his colleagues began leaving the Office, he too packed up and walked to his car, parked right across the road from the Office, In the Company’s Car Park.

The drive home only took about twenty minutes and he quickly stripped and jumped into the shower, dreading what tonight would probably bring, which would be returning home, alone, again!
He still felt compelled to attend the dinner anyway. So figured he should make an effort.
He'd just finished towelling himself dry, and started shaving.

As he was shaving, he managed to nick his chin, with his razor.
“Fuck!” He cursed before opening the cabinet’s mirrored door and rummaging around inside for the styptic pencil, which would stem the bleeding.

After a few seconds he remembered he had thrown it away, as it was old, and worn down, and he needed to replace it.

He used some tissue paper to try and stem the flow, but he’d done a good job this time.

He cursed again, then thought he hear the floorboard right outside the Bathroom creak, but that was ridiculous!
He was Home, alone, and with the bathroom door open, he’d be able to see if anyone as there, although with all the steam it would be more of a challenge!

Some weird instinct made him call out:
“Hello?”
Then he chuckled nervously.
Of course there was no-one there! It was just his over-active imagination!
Wasn't it?
 
Cara hesitated. Despite the 5'4" woman's weight of barely 105 pounds, the wooden floor boards of the old building had nearly given her away. She cocked her head, listening. The man beyond the door and the cloud of steam had returned to his hygiene tasks. She gave him a moment...

But then she smelled it. Cara breathed in deeply, holding the air and the delicious scent it held. She'd planned on waiting, until he emerged into the bedroom and she could set upon him without him seeing her. But that smell...! And she was so hungry.

She stepped boldly into the doorway, and almost immediately he caught sight of her in the mirror and spun to face her. She held her hands up before her, palms to him, in a gesture that was half surrender and half relax. After a moment of the two of them simply staring at one another in silence, Cara reached up and pushed the shoulders of her dress outward, letting the gown fall to the floor about her feet.


She began moving towards the man ever so slowly, saying in almost a whisper, "I'm hungry. Will you help me?"

She knew he wouldn't understand what she meant. She knew that he would think she meant hungry for sex. That worked, of course. Cara wanted the man to want her. Cara needed the man to need her. Cara needed the man to fulfill her needs.
 
Josh was inspecting the damage in the mirror when he first saw her.

His first thought was ‘How?’ his second was ‘Why here?’ and his third was after seeing her apparently ‘surrender’ hearing her say she was hungry – was ‘Oh God – do I have anything to offer her?’

Momentarily, he was incapable of all coherent thought, as she shed her dress, the thin material sliding down her petite body to pool at her feet.

He took in the vision before him, clad in just bra and panties, his penis starting to harden in response to her sudden and erotic, appearance.

His cut chin suddenly forgotten, he stepped towards her, and asked her in a quiet voice:
“What would you like?”

Suddenly his six foot frame seemed to take on a mind of its own, as he reached for her.
He was mesmerised by her eyes, and then by her pert breasts. He could only stand there, as she approached him.
Suddenly, a sensual scent aroused him.
It was …..irresistible, and he felt his pulse quicken in response.
He nodded meekly, not even able to utter a word, spellbound by her beauty.

She could eat & drink whatever she wanted, that he could offer.
 
As she neared him, Cara reached one hand up to her back, easily releasing the bra's snap. It burst forward and, with a shrug of her shoulder's fell off them to join her dress on the floor. Her "C" cups were firm and gravity defying, flawless, fair skinned with large, pert, pink nipples that screamed out Suck me!

On any other woman -- any other normal woman -- a man would have immediately assumed the perfect orbs to be a result of surgical enhancement. But Cara's breasts were as natural as she was, which -- honestly -- was a matter to be debated in certain circles. But physical perfection was one of the advantages of being what Cara was, so as she continued to undress, she continued to show the man of the house that which most men only ever saw in the pages of Gentlemen magazines or on the screens of their porn filled laptops.

At the meeting of her thighs was nothing but smooth skin, not even the hint of hair or evidence of its recently removal for Cara had the unnatural ability to simply will away hair in such locations, just as she had willed upon herself the 36C-26-34 figure the man was now seeing fully stripped before him. She could see in his eyes that the hour glass shape was of interest to him. She could see it in his eyes... and in the tenting of the towel at his groin!

She'd continued to move closer as she stripped, and now reached out to pull the towel loose at his hip. It fell, and she wasted no time to grasp his fully solidified cock as she stood on her tippy toes to kiss him passionately on the lips. Her second hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling their faces tightly together, her lower hand kneading his erection firmly.

Then, Cara pulled her face back, looked for a moment into the man's eyes, lowered her gaze to the blood that she'd smeared upon his chin... then licked it away from him with a deep, almost animalistic growl. She pressed her lips to his chin over the wound and sucked, even as one hand grasped his neck and the other his cock. She sucked, the sounds like something he may or may not have heard with a woman between his thighs in the past, she couldn't know.

Then, suddenly, she threw her head back and cried up toward the steam filled ceiling before looking into his eyes and commanding, "Take me to your bed."
 
As she bared herself to him, Josh gasped.
She was….perfect! Just as he had imagined his dream-woman!
Things got even better when she reached up behind herself and released her bra-snap, to allow it to fall free, and she shrugged it off, as she stepped closer to him, and she stepped out of her panties, to present herself, naked and smooth, down-below.

His eyes traced her curves, and he felt his manhood growing, and then being restricted by the tight towel he wore. She was right in front of him then, and tugged the knot in the towel, causing it to fall to the floor, so that he stood as naked as she.
When she gripped him in her cool hand, and stroked his hardness, he gulped. He allowed her to pull his face towards hers, as she stood on her tippy toes, to reduce the difference in height between them, wanting to feel her caress on his face too. But she kissed him.
She kissed his chin, then leaned back slightly, as if to see what she’d done, before she leaned in again and sucked it. A warm wetness covered his chin, but he couldn’t care less; not with this vision of carnal desire grasping his cock!

Then, suddenly, she threw her head back and cried up toward the steam filled ceiling before looking into his eyes and commanding, "Take me to your bed."

He was stunned, by her beauty, and then by her dominant attitude.
How could she know he liked a woman to take the lead?
He didn’t even know that himself until now.

He had never bedded a woman before. He thought he knew what to do, as he wordlessly led her through to the bedroom, and the double bed with its clean, crisp pale blue sheets and pillows, with a darker blue comforter on top.

He stood awkwardly before his own bed, not sure what to do next.
In the back of his mind, a voice suggested:
‘Get a condom, or at least ask if she uses contraception!’

Her hand had felt so good on his cock, he wondered what her mouth would feel like?
He’d read, and seen many times, that it seemed to be very pleasant, at least according to the sights and sounds form several porn films he’d watched.

She reached out for him again, and he closed his eyes, willingly, to let her take the lead and do what she wanted. He guessed they'd kiss again.
Well, she seemed to know more than he did at this point!
 
Cara turned Josh's back to the bed, placed both hands flat upon his muscular chest, and shoved him with enough force that when he landed flat on his back he was entirely on the bed, not feet dangling over the edge. She hurried up to straddle his knees, taking hold of his solidified penis, over which she lowered to quickly begin licking it up and down as her hands switched between holding the hard shaft and toying with his twitching gonads.

She watched him closely as she played with his rod, looking for his reactions to the work of her tongue, her lips, her fingers. She knew in an instant that no woman had ever done this to him before. That made her smile. Being his First meant he had no other woman's performance with which to compare her. That meant that when she did the things other women didn't do -- normal women -- that he was less likely to question her.

Of course, being his first meant...

Oh fuck! she thought as she saw the expression on his face and felt the build up in his body. Being his First also meant that he wasn't going to last very long...

And he didn't...

Cara stroked his full length hard and long, to give him the more of his first orgasm with a woman. She wanted it to be something he'd never forget. Of course, what was still to come wouldn't be anything he'd ever forget, but Cara wanted this orgasm to be something worth recalling someday, too.

She continued to stroke him until the last muscular jerk in his groin had happened. She moved farther up his body and, with her gaze firmly on his own eyes and her tongue operating in a most erotic fashion, Cara began licking up and swallowing each of the little gobs of cum that decorated him from down below on her own hands and his tip all the way up to his collar bone where the first of his volley's had landed.

When she was finally face to face with the man, she swallowed the last little bit of his discharge, licked her lips with a slow moving, deep red tongue, then straddled his groin. She began working the tip of his still hard cock against her pussy lips, then slowly began forcing him inside, grimacing at the intrusion into the hole that -- each and every time she fucked -- was just as tight as it had been the first time she'd done it more than a century and half earlier.

"Cum with me, my love," she whispered with a poetic tone between passionate kisses as she worked him deeper and deeper inside her warmth and wetness. "Cum with me... Cum with me my love... Fill our bodies with the joy... The joy you need to give of your gift... The joy I need to takeyour gift... The gift of life..."

With him fully inside now, Cara began working her body over him, driving him in and out quickly, watching him closely. This had to be timed perfectly. They had to cum together for her to get the most out of his gift...
 
Josh couldn’t believe it when she shoved him right onto the bed, and he landed in the middle.
There was next to nothing of her. She must weigh only two-thirds what he did, and yet there he was, being straddled by this tiny slip of a girl, who seemed hell-bent on having her way with him, and taking his virginity.
(A small voice in the back of his mind yelled ‘Yay!)

As she fellated him, his eyes rolled back into his head.
Oh man, this felt SO GOOD! Her tongue sweeping over his shaft and teasing the cum from him, was beyond anything he had ever experienced before!

She saw the tension in his body and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She gripped his cock in her small, but strong fingers, and stroked him firmly. It felt different to what he did to get off, but no less enjoyable, in fact, more so.
She definitely knew what to do, and in less than a minute, had him shooting his load. She had managed to build up so much pressure in him, that a blob of cum, reached his collarbone.
He hadn’t cum that hard in months!

She then sensuously looked him in the eye, as she slid up his body and licked every drop of his emission, looking as if she were drinking ambrosia, such was the expression on her beautiful face.
Their lips were almost touching as she impaled herself upon his still-hard phallus, taking him slowly, inside her.

She winced, showing for the first time, any sign of weakness, which surprised Josh.
He then wondered if he was any bigger than any of her previous conquests?

She then seemed not to care, as she ground down on him, and entreated him to "Cum with me, my love," in a breathy hypnotic whisper, between passionate kisses as she took him deeper and deeper inside her warmth and wetness. "Cum with me... Cum with me my love... Fill our bodies with the joy... The joy you need to give of your gift... The joy I need to take your gift... The gift of life..."

Josh couldn’t imagine how anything could feel better than her mouth around him, but this was just….incredible!
Her heat and wetness seemed to suck him inside, and he couldn’t help but buck against her. The petite body atop his bouncing which each thrust as she verbally guided him towards his next climax, just as effectively as her hot body did.
His breath grew ragged and he locked his eyes on hers. His hands finally finding her pert breasts, as his fingers felt all around her erect nipples, pinching lightly.

He didn’t know her name.
Then he realised he didn’t care.
She was fucking him, and that was what he had wished for – to meet a hot chick and get laid – that was to be his Christmas present!

“Oh Baby!” He gasped. “I’m so close. Unnnh, ahhhh! I’m cumming!”
He wailed as he felt himself reach the point of no return, not being experienced enough to know you could stop and edge back from the brink, before starting again, to reach even dizzier heights than before.

He reached her hips with his hands now, as he pulled her down onto him, and unleashed another orgasm.
Her tight pussy muscles milked him of every drop of semen he shot. His hips bucked against her, smashing their pubic bones together.
Her mouth closed on his as she began to climax with him.
He was in heaven, or what he imagined it would feel like, as they kissed a deep passionate, animalistic tussle of their tongues, as they finished rutting together.
 
“Oh Baby!” the man moaned.

Cara knew Josh was close. His body told her so even before his words did. She could feel it in the pulsing of the heart within his well developed chest. She could feel it in the muscles of his neck as she kissed it passionately. She could even feel it in the blood vessels snaking about the exterior of the shaft working in and out of her with increasing speed and force.

Cara was close, too, but not close enough. She altered her body's arch, sat up a bit higher, then lower, sped up, slowed down. But no matter what she did, she couldn't accelerate the arrival of her orgasm to coincided with the one she knew was about to find him. It wasn't that he wasn't making her feel good. He was. Oh, he was. It was only that she was making him feel good faster.

“I’m so close. Unnnh, ahhhh! I’m cumming!”

"No..." she murmured, "Not yet... Don't cum yet..."

He wailed as he peaked, grasping her hips and working them harder together as he exploded.

(OOC: One small alteration: She's not going to kiss him.)

Cara lowered her head until her forehead was resting upon Josh's chest, the disappointment flooding her own body even as the euphoria was flooding his. Together! a voice screamed inside her mind. It must be together. She remained as she was, in a cat's arch above him, her pussy feeling his cock twitching within it, her face pressed to his rising and falling chest, her nails dug into his flesh so hard now that in the morning he would find not just scratched but cut.

She'd wasted her time with this man she now realized. He'd cum twice in too short a time. He was finished. She might as well just get up and leave now. She did, in fact, get up. She lifted her hips until his cock pulled out with a plop, then rolled away and off the bed. She headed for the bathroom, lying, "I need to pee."

Cara looked back at Josh before closing the door. He was in heaven, there was no doubt about that. Most women would have felt pride in that, in causing that much delight in their lover. But Josh wasn't Cara's lover. He was her meal. And her meal was a bit undercooked this evening. But as she looked at him -- or more specifically his still hard as a rock cock -- she wondered whether he might actually have it in him to get back to the dinner table.

She closed the door and gave Josh a minute to recuperate. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning her face from left to right to left again, then turning her body to check her curves in profile. She looked good, of course. Whereas normal women changed their looks with makeup and exercise and, when that failed, surgery and other enhancements.

Cara, however, had the ability to alter her form in ways for which normal women would have given up their soul. With some excruciating though short term pain, Cara could add remove an inch to or from her bust or waist. She could firm or round her buttocks, swell her nipples, even lengthen her legs. She could darken her hair or skin and ever mutate the bones in her nose and cheeks to the point that you would swear she was a different race.

But all of that required energy. All of that required the gift, the gift of life that she'd hoped to get from Josh this evening. Cara had initially felt very confident that the man could give her what she wanted. He'd felt so good inside her, so good that she'd almost forgotten why she'd chosen him. But she wasn't here just to get fucked. She was here to eat. She was hungry.

"Round three," she murmured, opening the door and heading back to the bed again. She put her mouth back to his cock without hesitation, hardening the now flaccid appendage to full size in just seconds. As she peeked up at him and whispered, "Let's see if this bad boy had enough left in it for one more... Shall we?"



Cara was sitting tall upon Josh's groin, her face toward the heavens, her body bouncing up and down upon his cock as she cried out at the pleasure he was giving her. After his disappointingly quick second orgasm earlier, she'd begun to think he was finished, caput, done for; and yet for the last fifteen, maybe twenty minutes he'd fucked her as if this was just another day of fucking, not his first day of fucking.

She was at the point of cumming, but unlike normal people, Cara had the total ability of halting the building pleasure and simply reveling in it. And she was! She could have finished both of them off, but Josh... Oh, she just hadn't had enough of him yet. It had become something more than just feeding. And as long as he wasn't ready to cum a third time, Cara was going to get all she could out of him.

But it was time...

With her hands upon his chest, nails dug in, Cara felt, saw, and heard the man's next climax building. She released her hold on her own orgasm... And as he groaned out his delight, she screamed out hers, too...

Then dropped down flat upon his chest...

Opened her mouth wide...

Bore the fangs that extended from both her upper and lower jaws...

And sunk the razor sharp canines deep into his neck!

Josh's loud grunt faded away as the incredible ecstasy gave way to unexpected pain. He didn't scream, though. He didn't do anything! He couldn't. Sedatives and muscle relaxants were pumping into his neck from the egress holes near the end of Cara's fangs, in the same way a rattlesnake filled its prey with poison. While he would feel and remember every moment of her feeding, Josh would be incapable of doing anything to stop it.

Below him, Cara felt his body relax, slumping to the mattress like a rag doll dropped on the floor. Once he was perfectly still, the outer layers of all four of Cara's fangs oozed anti-coagulants into the punctures to ensure that Josh's blood flow was uninterrupted until she'd gotten her fill. She pressed her lips tightly to his neck, to ensure not a drop was wasted, then withdrew her fangs from his flesh. In an instant her mouth filled with the iron taste, and deep inside her she groaned at a different kind of ecstasy.

With his cock -- quickly softening -- still inside her, Cara stretched her legs back to lay just outside Josh's, then wrapped her arms under his, reaching her hands up to hold his head. She settled into him, her breasts against his chest, her belly into his. They couldn't have been more closer than they were now, literally and figuratively, as his gift of life flowed from his veins into her mouth, swallowed in between deep breaths to fill her long empty belly.

He passed out seven or eight minutes into the feeding, missing the last ten or more minutes of it...



When he awoke, the sun was streaming through the bedroom drapes from a high, late morning angle. Cara was no where to be found, of course...

(FYI: Sending you an important PM. Hope you liked this.)
 
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