The Succubus

[Veroe]

IC: Ana

When he drove into her again she growled, "Deeper...Harder...Make me feel it!"

Here eyes met his as he drove his hard cock into her without thought of any propriety. He was beautiful like this to Ana. The very image of a man that has become nothin but a rutting beast. With every thrust he went in to the hilt with such mindless force there came a loud clapping sound when his pelvis slammed into hers. Every plunge drove the breath from her lungs and shook the crucifix she hung onto.

Yes, looking into his eyes he saw how far gone he'd descended into the ravages of carnal sin and debauchery. His marriage vows, his darling sweet little wife, and the sanctity of the church they were desecrating was the last things in his mind. The only thoughts he was having was how incredibly pleasurable it was to drive his cock.

"Ah...You feel it...don't you," She panted between his maniacal piledriving thrusts into her clutching pussy. Her other leg lifted up hooking it over his hip feeling his ass flex underneath both her legs. She now hung in the air supported only by his hold on her hips and the rocking crucifix behind her she hung from. "...Uhn...It's right there...just out of reach...You can cum if you can take hold of it...harder...deeper...take it...Bill...Take it from me!"

He was fucking her so hard the crucifix was rocking violently now and then it toppled and with it they fell to the pulpit floor, but that didn't stop Ana in the slightest.

"No more playing, Mr. Kinky," She rolled them over and reclaimed her throne of his hard aching cock and began to reign supreme driving tight wet little pussy down on him. She ripped open his shirt and dragged her nails down his chest. She glared down at him commanding, "Now fuck me like you mean it."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

The fact that this was a dream stopped crossing Bill's mind. Everything felt so real and intense. He only thought about what was happening in the moment. He heard Ana growl at him, "Deeper... Harder... Make me feel it!" Bill found himself staring in her eyes as he drove his cock into her harder and faster. He wanted nothing more then to give her exactly what she wanted. Bill was not acting like himself, he was someone else. Ana had driven him past his normal threshold. He stared down at her as he thrust harder and harder, not caring where he was. He watched her hang onto the crucifix above her, the sound of it rocking joining in with the sounds of their sex.

"Ah... You feel it... don't you...." she taunted him. His hands moving off of her hips and onto her perfect backside. His fingers gripping into her flesh as he pumped his hips harder, pushing deeper and deeper into her incredibly tight pussy. He could believe the pleasure, it was so intense. The desire to cum was growing, but he was not able to. It was driving him to fuck her harder, harder then he would ever fuck his innocent wife.

"Uhn... It's right there... just out of reach.. You can cum if you can take hold of it... harder..deeper... take it...Bill.... take it from me!," she growled at him, pushing him to fuck her harder. He was thrusting rougher then he ever had before. He wanted to take it, he wanted to give her what she wanted. Images filled his mind, ones of the church on fire, or his new bride walking in. However, with everything running through his mind, he never stopped fucking her.

"Ahhh fuck..... fuck I love it...." He moaned as he started thrusting even harder. The sound of the crucifix rocking getting louder until the snap could be heard. Both Ana and Bill collapsed to the pulpit floor. He gasped as he fell on top of her, staring into her eyes. However, she did not miss a beat. He felt her flip him over, with incredible quickness and strength. Bill now laying with his back on the ground as she straddled his lap.

"No more playing, Mr. Kinky..." she warned as she pushed her incredible pussy down onto his throbbing cock. He felt her hands rip open his shirt, as her long nails dragged down his skin. The feeling painful, yet so pleasurable. "Now fuck me like you mean it," she commanded as he stared up at her.

He moved his hands to her hips, holding her as he began to thrust up into her. He gasped, "Fuck, you feel so good...... mmmm god..." he moaned loudly. His balls so tight, but he still could not cum. His hands began to pull at her hips, trying to force her to ride him, to help him cum for her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana

"No more playing, Mr. Kinky," She rolled them over and reclaimed her throne of his hard aching cock and began to reign supreme driving tight wet little pussy down on him. She ripped open his shirt and dragged her nails down his chest. She glared down at him commanding, "Now fuck me like you mean it."

He put his hands on her hips and thrust up into with beautiful ferocity and she rocked roaring out from the painful pleasure of his fucking her tight little pussy so hard, so good. She could feel him with each drive into her. It felt like any minute now his cock would bust straight out of her chest. It was that powerful and that violent. She absolutely adored every second of it. And it was all him.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." He moaned out thrusting into her again just as forcefully, "...Mmm god..."

"Yes..." She cried tearing open her dress so her full breasts would be bared and shake and wobble with the violence of the pounding of his fucking that full and aching cock up into her. "...So good."

She rocked back meeting each thrust of his cock into with equal power making a conflagration of sound as their pelvises collided into eachother at full speed. Her breast shaking inches from his face.

"That's it, Mr. Kinky," She panted as the wind was knocked out of her lungs with every collision of cock and pussy, "Almost there...Ahhh...so hard...so good...Don't you stop...keep fucking me."

"Make me come..." She growled to him, "...And I'll release it for you...You will cum so hard you'll lose your mind...You can cum in my hungry little pussy or on my tits...Just don't stop now!"

She hadn't noticed or just simply did not care that in the midst of thier passions her dream-image of herself had started to slip a little. Her eyes were now the glowing blood-red of her natural demonic form instead of the dark chocolate brown her disguise as Ana wore.

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

Bill was lost in the moment as he thrust up into the beauty that was on top of him. The feeling was so real, as his mind was starting to wonder if this was really a dream. The setting was exactly like the church he married his wife in. Yet, here he was, fucking a complete stranger in a religious institute.

"Yes...." she cried out as she tore her dress open so her full breasts were bare and in front of him. Bill felt his eyes widen as seeing her bare breasts just drove him to fuck her harder. His hands gripped her tighter as he thrust harder into her, fucking her with such ferocity that he did not even know who he was. This was an intensity he had never had before.

The sound of their fucking filled the church. He felt her slamming down onto him with the same intensity as he thrust up into her. He heard the sound of their bodies slamming against each other. The sight of her large breasts shaking in front of him drove him crazy. He gasped as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against one of her perfect tits.

"That's it, Mr. Kinky. Almost there.... Ahhh.... so hard... so good..... Don't you stop.... keep fucking me," she panted as they fucked each other like animals. Bill felt a desire to give her more. He moved one hand to her perfect ass, gripping tightly as he thrust even harder up into her. He felt his cock so deep in her, her pussy tightening around him. The feeling was incredible and he let out a loud moan as she tightened around him.

"Oh fuck.... yes baby...." he moaned as his other hand slid up, groping her breast as he put his mouth around her hard nipple. He sucked and flicked it with his tongue as she began to moan out again.

"Make me cum...... and I'll release it for you.... you will cum so hard you'll lose your mind.... you can cum in my hungry little pussy or on my tits.... just don't stop now...." she growled. Bill heard her and kept his pace. He was surprised he was not losing any energy as he began to piston his hips up into her. His cock impaling her over and over again as he fucked her even harder.

Bill let her tit fall out of his mouth as he gasped in pleasure. His eyes locked on hers as he groaned, "God.... make me cum.... I never want to stop cumming for you..." he moaned as he saw her eyes change. Something inside of him panicked as he noticed the blood-red glowing of her eyes. He stared into them as he gasped, "God..... what are you?....."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana

"Make me come..." She growled to him, "...And I'll release it for you...You will cum so hard you'll lose your mind...You can cum in my hungry little pussy or on my tits...Just don't stop now!"

She hadn't noticed or just simply did not care that in the midst of their passions her dream-image of herself had started to slip a little. Her eyes were now the glowing blood-red of her natural demonic form instead of the dark chocolate brown her disguise as Ana wore.

He was driving into her like a machine, with a mindless primal intensity. His hands groped and mauled her breasts deliciously. She sneered down at him as she drove her hungry little pussy down his shaft to collide with his pelvis with enough force to send shockwaves rippling through the meat of her asscheeks. "I can let you come now...do you want it, Mr. Kinky? Do you want me to make you shoot your dirty semen straight up into my tight wet hole?"

He moaned out, "God.... make me cum.... I never want to stop cumming for you..."

She laughed, glorying in the state of sinfulness she had brought this 'good man' to. She was close and was preparing to release his orgasm so they could achieve climax together.

He looked up at her and gasped, "God..... what are you?....."

It was then Ana realized she had slipped and he'd seen some of her true self. She sneered at him and bent down until she was a hairsbreadth away from his face. "I am coming."

She let go then. Herr body shook as she came around his cock. Lips pressed against his in a kiss she stopped willing his orgasm to be held back, letting nature take its course. He'd been on the edge for several minutes and his orgasm racked his body in turn. His hot seed jetting out of him with such fierce power it set off another series of orgasms in her convulsing sex.

And then came a gasped shout from the doors of the church sanctuary. "Bill!?!" Came his wife's voice as she witnessed her husband in the throes of consummating the breaking of their wedding vows.

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It was a shock that shook poor Mr. Kinky out of the dream. He probably woke up in his bed with his sheets stained from the biggest wet dream he'd had since he was a teenager.

Ana opened her eyes and looked out of the one window in the tiny two room apartment she lived in above the liquor store not far from the strip club she earned a living at. The dawn was coming. She could see the horizon behind the skyscrapers of the city brightening with the start of a brand new day.

That had been fun, but that dream fucking did not feed her hunger. She'd still need to find new prey and soon.

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

Bill was filled with lust. He saw the glowing red eyes, and while an alarm went off in his head that something was off, the build up of lust and desire that had grown in him had drove him to continue his onslaught into her. His hips thrusting wildly, matching the movements of her hips as she ground down on him. He gripped her body tightly as he felt his eyes roll back, his breathing heavy, the noises escaping his mouth letting her know the pleasure he was feeling.

"I can let you come now... do you want it, Mr. Kinky? Do you want me to make you shoot your dirty semen straight up into my tight wet hole?" Her words stung in his mind, he gasped as he stared up at her, his body not slowing down as he let out a loud grunt.

"Ugh fuck, yes..... I want to cum in you..... I want to fill you with my seed...." he admitted as he saw her laugh. She seemed to be enjoying the fact that Bill was giving into his primal desires. The desires that he normally would keep hidden or ignore completely. This was so out of character for him, even in his dreams. He was fucking a stranger roughly, in a church, right after his marriage to his one true love. This was not who he was, or was it?

He looked up at her and gasped, "God..... what are you?....." her glowing red eyes staring at him. He was wondering what he had gotten himself into. However, before he could come to his senses, he felt her lean close. Her lips right near his, her whisper driving him crazy.

"I am coming," she said as her body shook. He felt her pussy gripping at his rock hard cock tightly. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of her juices surrounding his cock as her orgasm hit. He gasped as his hands wrapped around her, his hips thrusting wildly into her as he felt his orgasm surging forward. Before he knew it he let out a loud groan, his cock exploding inside of her. His cock throbbing with each jet of semen he emptied into this stranger.

Then he heard it, his eyes turned toward the doorway of the church sanctuary. He saw his wife, standing there in shock, tears rolling down her cheeks. He could not believe what he had just done, yet his hips did not stop moving. He felt the strangers pussy milking every last drop of cum out of him. That is, until something shook him awake.

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Bill shot up in bed, breathing heavily. He felt the warmth of his cum in his boxers as he gasped. What the hell just happened? Well, for one, he had a very large and violent orgasm in his sleep. The dream was so real, it felt like he had been fucking her. He looked around the room, his wife still sleeping.

What the hell had gotten into him? This dream was so out of character for him. He carefully got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. He did not want to wake his wife, or give her any idea of what had just happened. If she saw, how could he explain he was dreaming of another woman?

After cleaning himself up he stared at himself in the mirror. What was going on with him? Why was he so turned on by this stranger? He shook his head, knowing that in a few hours he would be headed to work, trying to solve the case that he was on. He also knew that he would have to stake out more clubs. Part of him hoped to never see the stranger again, yet his cock throbbed at the idea of seeing her in person.

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Bill arrived at the police precinct on time as always. He was tired, his eyes a bit heavy as he walked to his desk. He felt like he had not slept a wink last night. Instead, he felt like he had spent all night fucking, just like in his dream. He was beyond guilty, and felt the need to make it up to his wife, even though he did not cheat or act on anything. It was just a dream, he kept telling himself, but it had felt so real.

As he sat down at his desk, he began to look over some of the files on the missing men. That was, until a patrol man dropped off a file on his desk. "We have another one...." he stated. "Last night, his wife is a nurse and came home this morning to find him missing.... his keys, wallet, phone.... all left in the apartment."

Bill sighed, the apartment complex was not a fancy one. It was in a neighborhood that was known mostly for the strip club that could be found in it. Bill sighed as he grabbed his things, wanting to head to the apartment to see the scene and maybe ask some questions to anyone who may have witnessed what had happened.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana

That had been fun, but that dream fucking did not feed her hunger. She'd still need to find new prey and soon.

Later that day she was getting dressed for another shift at the Kitty Kat Klub. She was no longer hungry. She'd grabbed someone in the laundry room downstairs for a quick meal earlier.

John or was it James or Jimmy-maybe she should have asked him before devouring his soul-had been positively yummy and stealing glimpses of her ever since she'd moved into the building eventhough he had a cute little redheaded girlfriend warming the bed in his apartment. Such a naughty boy so eager to cheat on his girlfriend when she offered him even the slightest chance to. She'd made a point for it to be done in their bed. It just felt right to her.

Even though it came with consequences such as the police presence in the building today. Perhaps she'd been a little reckless earlier in going for the most convenient man to fuck nearby to her.

Since the elevator was broken she had to take the stairwell four floors down to the liquor store on the first floor and down the street for her shift dancing at the strip club. To do that she had to pass John's or James' or was it Jimmy's apartment and the police there.

She stopped as she saw Mr. Kinky at the door talking to another detective remembering the dream. Now, he would be a meal worth going slow and savoring. He certainly wasn't quick and forgettable fast food like what's-his-name was...

Uh oh. He'd noticed her too, and coming towards the stairs and her. Ana watched him come and she began to feel than pangs of hunger once more despite being well sated from whats-his-face earlier. She licked her lips as he came up to her chuckling, "Are you stalking me, Mr. Kinky?"

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

The apartment complex was run down and was not in a great neighborhood. Bill sighed as he saw the medics and other officers that were already there, the cars and trucks parked along the street. He got out of his car, making sure to take a deep breath before heading into the liquor store on the bottom floor. He walked to the staircase and climbed the first set of stairs to the first floor apartment of the victim. When Bill got the door, he stopped to talk to the officer that was positioned there.

"What do we have?," Bill asked as he took out a pad in order to take some notes. The officer sighed and shook his head, "One victim, late twenties..... he was found in his bed deceased by his girlfriend. She is in the living room now waiting to talk to you...." he said as Bill nodded. "The victim, do we know a cause of death yet?"

The officer sighed as he looked down at the ground, "No..... the forensic officers just arrived to photograph the scene and exam the body..... he seemed to have a heart attack, but it is not looking good..... just so you know.... he seemed to be having an affair...."

Bill nodded as he entered the apartment. He moved to the bedroom to talk with the forensic examiners. As he talked with them, he noted that they would not have a cause of death until the autopsy. However, he did note that he seemed to have sex with someone before he passed. Bill nodded before heading to the living room to talk to the girlfriend.

When he entered the living room he greeted the cute red-head. She seemed broken up, as well she should be. He wanted to tread lightly, but had to ask if she knew her boyfriend was having an affair. This brought about more tears, but she denied. She could not believe he would have and it was not like him. Bill nodded before he took some more information and then left her to talk with the police counselor.

Bill headed back to the door and talked to the officer, noting that this death seemed suspiciously like some of the others he had been investigating. Just then he saw her. He was looking down the hallway and his eyes caught that of the stranger he had met at the club and dreamed about. He saw her eyes meet his, and he saw the smile come across her face. He felt a twitch in his groin, but took a deep breath to clear his mind of any sexual thoughts.

Bill excused himself from the other officer and headed down the hallway. He was staring at the stranger as she grinned at him. Her voice speaking as he got closer, "Are you stalking me, Mr. Kinky?"

He smiled, "No unfortunately I am not here for stalking...." he said before looking her over. "You live in this complex? Did you know the young man and woman that live on this floor?" He asked, his pad in his hand as he decided to try and get some information out of the sexy woman as she stood near the stairwell at the end of the hallway.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana

Uh oh. He'd noticed her too, and coming towards the stairs and her. Ana watched him come and she began to feel than pangs of hunger once more despite being well sated from whats-his-face earlier. She licked her lips as he came up to her chuckling, "Are you stalking me, Mr. Kinky?"

"No unfortunately," He said beaming a warm smile to her, "I am not here for stalking..."

She felt the sweep of his eyes over her body in the tight low-riding jeans with the flamingo pink thong she wore peeking out from under the waistband and the oversized basketball jersey cut off just at the point where it covered her bra-less breasts. Ana smiled to him smokily as he got a good look lifting her backpack-containing her makeup and an extra change of clothes, as well as the outfit she'd be performing in on stage at the club-up on her right shoulder causing one strap of the jersey to fall down her shoulder revealing a wealth of the upper slope breast flesh to his gaze.

"Then what are you here for," She glanced down the hall to the police hanging around her last meal's apartment. "Did something happen?"

He nodded asking, "You live in this complex?"

"Guilty as charged, officer," She teased him, "Take me in and throw away the key...First though you may wanna frisk me for concealed weapons..."

He continued on overly-professionally. "Did you know the young man and woman that live on this floor?"

She shrugged which slid the strap down her arm even more and showing just a little more of her breasts, "I've seen them on the stairs when I come home from the stripclub. I noticed the guy check me out like you just did when he thinks his girlfriend was not looking."

What Ana just said a little too loud and got the attention of Mr. Kinky's partner.

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

Bill moved closer to the stranger he had met the night before, his eyes looking over her. He still vividly remembered the incredibly hot dream he had. She was amazing, although more like something supernatural. However, he had not awoken from a dream that satisfied in some time. He was not a teenager anymore, so waking up from a wet dream was something he did not expect. He also did not expect to feel like he had actually just woke up from the rough, hard fucking that occurred in his dream. As he stopped in front of her, he felt his eyes drinking in her image. She was wearing skin tight jeans, with her pink thong showing over the top of the waistband. The basketball jersey she wore made her look even more desirable. His eyes staring at her amazing breasts as she lifted the backpack she was carrying. The movement caused a strap of the jersey to fall down, revealing more of her large, amazing breast. Bill felt his eyes widen as he gawked at her sexy body.

"Then what are you here for, did something happen?," she asked as he nodded to her. "Yes, you live in this complex?" he responded, his right hand on his pen as his left hand held the small notepad he was taking notes in.

"Guilty as charged, officer. Take me in and throw away the key.... first though you may wanna frisk me for concealed weapons..." she teased him.

Bill smirked a bit, she was still as flirty as he remembered. He wrote down that she lived in the complex, his mind racing as he felt his eyes look her over one more time. The thought of cuffing her and groping her body running through his mind as he felt his cock twitch. "Did you know the young man and woman that live on this floor?," he asked.

"I've seen them on the stairs when I come home from the strip club. I noticed the guy check me out like you just did when he thinks his girlfriend was not looking," she responded loudly. Bill felt himself look over his shoulder at the other officer who was within earshot. He looked at the two of them, but Bill noticed the officer taking a glance at the sexy woman he was standing there with.

"So, you had no contact with either of the two that lived in the apartment? Never more then just a passing glance?," he asked softly as he turned back toward Ana. He felt his eyes look her over again, noticing the strap of the jersey had fallen a bit more, showing off more of her breasts. He felt his mind start to drift. Suddenly he saw himself in the stairwell with Ana, her pressed up against the wall as he groped her and fucked her roughly. He tried to shake the thought out of his mind, but it wouldn't leave. He felt his eyes on her breasts slowly slide up to glance into her sexy eyes, a need growing inside of him and he did not know why.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana

She shrugged which slid the strap down her arm even more and showing just a little more of her breasts, "I've seen them on the stairs when I come home from the stripclub. I noticed the guy check me out like you just did when he thinks his girlfriend was not looking."

What Ana just said a little too loud and got the attention of Mr. Kinky's partner.

She was pleased when he looked over his shoulder in abashment at his partner's raised eyebrows.

He turned back to her and jotted something down in his notebook. "So, you had no contact with either of the two that lived in the apartment?"

"Not really," She shrugged pseudo-absent-mindedly lifting the strap of the jersey back up to her shoulder only for it to slide back down her arm and reveal the swell of breasts again immediately after she removed her hand. "Nothing more than just seeing them in the building."

"Never more then just a passing glance," He followed up still writing notes in his little notepad like it was some ward against looking at her.

"No," She replied firmly, "Barely remember their names."

That was partly true...she'd already forgotten the guy's name, and the woman...what was it again: stuck up judgmental prudish bitch. That sounded right to Ana.

Something in Mr. Kinky's eyes told her something. She'd been around quite a long while now, and she knew the look in a man's eyes when he was fantasizing about her. The remnant of their connection gave her the vaguest impression of it. She smirked at him plans already whirring in his head for tonight's dream stalking.

"Any more questions," She said pointing to the stairs leading down, "I'm gonna be late for work at the club and my boss can be a total hardass?"

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

Bill had no idea that Ana had contact with the man that had been found deceased. He had no idea what she was, or that she was the suspect he had been looking for in his current investigation. To be honest, he didn't think there was anything suspicious about her. However, he could not keep his mind straight when he was around her. "So, you had no contact with either of the two that lived in the apartment?," he asked as he watched Ana's hand slide the jersey back up again. As she began to answer, she shrugged. The jersey falling to reveal the swell of her amazing breasts again.

"Not really, nothing more than just seeing them in the building," she responded. The conversation was back to a normal volume. Bill was nervous that the beautiful woman in front of him was having fun getting the patrol officer to stare at them both. He knew it was wrong, but the thought of him thrusting into her in the stairwell entered his mind. He felt his eyes dance over her body as he could picture how good it would feel to fuck her hard, even if he was supposed to be investigating the death in the apartment. Just then, she spoke to break his fantasy.

"Any more questions," she said pointing to the stairs leading down, "I'm gonna be late for work at the club and my boss can be a total hardass?" Bill sighed as he nodded, knowing he couldn't keep her here all night.

"I have a few more questions, but I can walk you down if you don't mind...." Bill responded. He did not know why he said it. The thought of him fucking her in the stairwell still raced through his head, he felt his cock throbbing at just the thought. He tried to shake the image from his head. "I have not gotten your name yet....." he said as he began to follow Ana toward the stairwell.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana

"Any more questions," She said pointing to the stairs leading down, "I'm gonna be late for work at the club and my boss can be a total hardass?"

"I have a few more questions, but I can walk you down if you don't mind...." He said, and Ana smirked.

Ana's smirk grew more pronounced. He wanted to ask a few more questions? Perhaps that was one his reasons for escorting her down the stairs...but Ana was fairly certain it wasn't anywhere near the top of the list.

"Certainly," She said heading down the stairs slow enough he could stay behind her and become hypnotized by the movements of her ass as she she took each and every step down the stairwell.

"I have not gotten your name yet....." He asked.

She looked back at him with a knowing smile, "I have so many names. At the strip club I work at...I am now called the AnaMal..." She gave him a teasing flirty wink of her eye, "...But you, Mr. Kinky...You may call me the woman of your wet dreams..."

Just then as they reached the first landing in the stairwell between the third and second floors of the building her foot missed the step, and Ana flailed her arms out as she started to pitch forward towards the wall.

He caught her of course, her knight in shining armor, but the position thtey wound up in was far from the most chivalrous tableau one would imagine.

She was pressed up against the wall. Her ass was nestled tightly against his pants, and his hands... Somehow as he caught her one of his hands found itself over her bare midriff, fingers down over denim covered crotch. The other hand had ventured higher and was now over her ribs under her jersey and now in direct flesh to flesh with the bottom swell of her right breast.

She looked back at him, Mr. Kinky, and Ana pressed her ass firmer against his crotch.

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

Bill was trying to do his job. He was trying to focus on the case and the questions he had to ask. However, standing there, staring at Ana had brought thoughts back to him. His mind was racing with the hot, sexy dream he had last night. However, he also was craving her. He felt his cock twitching, his mind thinking of her body and the pleasures she could give him. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes craving her large bust, wondering how good it would feel wrapped around his hard cock.

"I have a few more questions, but I can walk you down if you don't mind...." Bill said as he tried to pry his eyes off of her body. He sighed as she smirked at him, he could see a playfulness in her eyes. It was like nothing that was going on in her apartment building bothered her.

"Certainly," she responded as she turned and began to head down the stairs slowly. Bill followed, disappearing into the stairwell where he was out of sight of the other officers. As he walked, he could not help but notice the sway of Ana's hips. His eyes focused on her hips, staring at her perfect backside as she walked slowly down the stairs. He felt his mind becoming distracted, as her hips were hypnotizing to him.

"I have not gotten your name yet," he asked softly as he followed her.

"I have so many names. At the strip club I work at..... I am now called the AnaMal.... but you, Mr. Kinky.... You may call me the woman of your wet dreams," she responded while smiling back at him with a knowing smile.

Bill gasped, "AnaMal...... I guess I can call you Ana..." he said as he wondered how she knew about his dream. He could not get the image of her riding him out of his head. The pleasure he felt, how real it seemed, and how her eyes glowed as they fucked.

Just then they were reaching the first landing in the stairwell. He watched as Ana stumbled a bit as she looked back at him. her foot missing a step as she began to fall forwards. Bill reacted, rushing to catch up to her. He reached out to grab her and steady her before she fell into the wall below. He sighed, "God are you okay?," he asked concerned for the woman he had found himself craving so much lately.

As he realized what had happened, he felt her perfect ass nestled against his crotch. The pressure being put on his semi-hard cock making him sigh. His right hand against her bare midriff, his wedding rings on her warm skin, his fingers down over her denim covered crotch. His left hand just under her jersey, his fingertips softly touching the bottom swell of her amazing breasts. He gasped as he realized the position they were in, "I am sorry, I didn't want you to fall...."

As he spoke, Ana turned to look back at him. He stared into her seductive, dark eyes as he felt her press her ass back against him. The firm pressure pressing into his throbbing cock as he sighed. "Ana..... " he began but trailed off. His hand on her midriff pulled back slightly, creating more pressure against him. His mind starting to get lost, his sexual need growing inside of him.

"God..... I am a married man...." he began, his mind trying to fight his bodies urges.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Ana

"I have so many names. At the strip club I work at..... I am now called the AnaMal.... but you, Mr. Kinky.... You may call me the woman of your wet dreams," she responded while smiling back at him with a knowing smile.

"AnaMal...... I guess I can call you Ana..." Came his reply.

Just then as they reached the first landing in the stairwell between the third and second floors of the building her foot missed the step, and Ana flailed her arms out as she started to pitch forward towards the wall.

He caught her of course, her knight in shining armor, but the position they wound up in was far from the most chivalrous tableau one would imagine.

She was pressed up against the wall. Her ass was nestled tightly against his pants, and his hands... Somehow as he caught her one of his hands found itself over her bare midriff, fingers down over denim covered crotch. The other hand had ventured higher and was now over her ribs under her jersey and now in direct flesh to flesh with the bottom swell of her right breast.

"God are you okay?," He asked her, "I am sorry, I didn't want you to fall...."

She looked back at him, Mr. Kinky, and Ana pressed her ass firmer against his crotch.

His groan from that she felt all the way down to her lonely little pussy. "God..... I am a married man...."

"And yet still a man," She said biting her lip and bracing her hands on the wall of the stairwell. Arching her back and grinding her ass against the firm hardness of his crotch. "With a man's needs."

She chuckled at his reaction, laughing it off, "You are just too much fun to tease, Mr. Kinky, but I do need to get going to work pronto...so bye." She moved past him and began heading down the stairs, "If you got any more questions for me, pay for a private dance at the club, okay."

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

"God are you okay?," he asked her, "I am sorry, I didn't want you to fall," he continued as he felt her ass pressing back against his crotch. His hand so close to groping her perfect, large breasts, while his other hand was at her waist, close to her own crotch covered by denim. He felt his mind racing, as he began to forget why he was there. Instead, he only imagined him fucking her right here in the stairwell, giving into the carnal desires that were growing inside of him.

Ana turned her head, staring back at him as she pressed her ass firmer against his crotch. Bill sighed, trying to keep himself professional, "God.... I am a married man...." he said. However, Ana answered him in her own way. He felt her arching her back as she braced her hands on the wall in front of her. The feeling of her amazing ass pressing against his now rapidly growing cock was driving him crazy.

"And yet still a man," she responded as she bit her lip, her ass beginning to expertly grind against him, driving his cock to throb and grow even harder. "With a man's needs...." she teased him, driving him insane with lust.

Bill gasped, his eyes widening as he groaned, "God....yes a married man, with a man's needs..... needs that I want met...." he began before gasping. "Fuck, but I love my wife and family..." he said as he heard Ana chuckling at his attempt to resist her.

"You are just too much fun to tease, Mr. Kinky, but I do need to get going to work pronto.... so bye," she said as she moved past him, leaving him standing there, rock hard. "If you got any more questions for me, pay for a private dance at the club, okay.," she said before heading down the stairs.

Bill nodded, and gasped. "Yes...... and now I know you live in this building...." he said trying to clear his mind, yet all he could think about was how good it felt to have her grinding her amazing ass against his needing cock. As she disappeared, Bill moved against the wall. His mind racing, as images of the dream he had last night entered his mind. How hot it was to cum for her, and her red glowing eyes. He had so many questions, more about her then the case at hand.

Bill pushed off the wall and moved to another floor so he could let his hard cock soften. When he was calm enough, and he could hide his erection, he headed back up to the crime scene to get some more information. When he finally was done, it was late, around midnight. Bill left the apartment complex and moved to his car, wanting to get home and get some rest.

However, as he sat in his car, another thought came into his mind. A thought of Ana and her at the club. He knew it was wrong, but he felt a pull to visit the club. He wanted to find out why Ana was in his dreams and why he seemed to only be able to think about sex whenever she was around. Bill was not the type of guy to think about cheating on his wife often, yet she brought something new out of him.

Before he knew what was happening, he was driving toward the club and pulling into the parking lot. He still had his badge on his hip as he exited his car. Everything was happening in a bit of a blur, like he was drugged. He walked to the door, showed his badge and the doorman let him in. As he entered the club, his senses were hit. The music was loud, men were everywhere with money being held out to woman. He entered again wondering what he was doing here.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Anna

Ana strutted out on the stage wearing a frumpy librarian's outfit complete with, hair in a bun, horn-rimmed glasses over her eyes, flowing skirt, pristine white blouse and lavender cardigan and silk scarf around her neck as Duran Duran's Hungry as the wolf began to play.

Dark in the city, night is a wire
Steam in the subway, earth is afire
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

Woman, you want me, give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo​

She loved dancing. She loved losing herself to the music. She loved being on this stage with dozens of men lusting for her body. She could feel it coming at her in waves with every motion she made before them. She wanted to bask naked in their lust for her like sunbathers would in the summer sun. Next to actual feeding it was the greatest feeling she could experience here on the mortal plane.

In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt down, I'm after you
Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf

Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt down, I'm after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf​

​

That was when Anna noticed him. Her Mr. Kinky, sat watching probably wondering what power pulled him there. She smiled the smile only found on spiders when they felt the vibrations in the strands of their web as a hapless fly got fatally entangled within it.

Stalked in the forest, too close to hide
I'll be upon you by the moonlight side
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

High blood drumming on your skin, it's so tight
You feel my heat, I'm just a moment behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt down, I'm after you
Scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf

Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine, I'm after you
Mouth is alive, all running inside
And I'm hungry like the wolf​

It was then that she decided there would be no one else in this building. She would dance solely for him.

Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf

Burning the ground, I break from the crowd
I'm on the hunt down, I'm after you
I smell like I sound, I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf​

She began by strutting out as the eighties synth rock melody consumed her, manipulating her body as if it was tied with strings as like she was its puppet. She loosened her hair and rolling her head so it would fan out wildly. She looked back up directly into his eyes letting him see her predatory hunger in them as she pulled the glasses off of her face.

Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt down, I'm after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf​

The next to go was the scarf. Ana pulled it free and swirled it over her head before hurling it straight at Mr. Kinky. It crossed the distance between them and landed almost supernaturally in his lap.

Burning the ground, I break from the crowd
I'm on the hunt down, I'm after you
Scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf​

She turned from him strutting on clear stripper heels towards the pole on stage ripping open her blouse like a superhero would, but underneath her blouse was not spandex. What was underneath was her toned and supple body and the bounty of her gravity-defying breasts barely contained by a leopard print bikini top.

She may have appeared as an innocuous and innocent librarian, but underneath that was a wild and primal animal on the prowl for her next prey.

She leaned against it as her body moved to the demands of the music's strings. A roll of her shoulders made the lavender cardigan fall to a puddle on the stage and she pivoted so she faced Mr. Kinky. Their eyes locking once again as her tongue licked her finger and it dragged down her rocking body: down through the valley of cleavage made by the mountain slopes of her breasts, down over the tight and firm plains of her stomach, and down to where her blouse was still tucked into the waistband of her skirt. She licked her lips looking at him as that hand lowered further down over her hungry hungry sex.

Strut on a line, it's discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine, I'm after you
Mouth is alive, all running inside
And I'm hungry like the wolf​

She spun away from the pole in the motion pulling the skirt free. The hidden seam and Velcro made removing it in such a way ridiculously easy. It joined the cardigan on the stage. Now just in the opened blouse and leopard print bikini she looked over her shoulder to Mr. Kinky with all the lust and hunger in her soul reflected in her gaze. She began to crawl across the stage, her ass swaying back and forth in a feline way, back towards him. That predatory gaze never leaving his eyes.

Then the next song in her set began. Mr. Kinky's show was nowhere near over yet.

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

What had been going on since Bill met Anna was crazy to him. The first time he met her he felt the urge to have her. It was like she had some sort of power over his thoughts and body. The dream he had the other night, fucking her in the church, was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. As he got out of his car, he looked up at the neon sign for the strip club he arrived at. He still was not sure why he drove here. He knew part of him warned to stay away from Anna. She seemed dangerous. Something about her made him crave more of her, and he was not the type of guy to cheat on his family. However, all those warnings did not stop him from walking through the front door and into the club.

The scene around the club was unlike anything he had ever seen. His sense were in overload as the music clouded his thoughts. As he walked through the club he saw the men packed around the stage. Money in their hands as women danced, their movements capturing the attention of every man in the room. Bill continued into the club until the scene changed. The lights became brighter, and the attention went to the main stage. Bill walked over, finding a table near the stage. He took a seat, as the next dancer was introduced. That was when Bill saw her again, and his cock reacted by throbbing right away.

Anna come out onto the stage dressed as a librarian. Her look was a bit conservative, but she still made it incredibly sexy and desirable. As the music began to start, Bill felt his eyes lock on Anna's body. He sighed, his mind already filling with images from his dream. How good it felt to cum to the thought of fucking her. It was like Anna knew exactly how to get Bill to desire her. As the lights dropped he saw Anna making her way around the stage. There was not a man who was not focused on her. Her movements, her every action, drew the attention of everyone, and Bill was no different.

It was then that Bill saw Anna look right at him. Her eyes burning through him, as he could not look away. He sighed as she began to strut on the stage to the music. He watched as her body rock as she moved to the music. Her motions were incredibly seductive and desirable. Bill was in awe, but could not pull his eyes off of her. As she loosened her hair, he watched it spread out wildly. His mind racing as her eyes raised, her hands slowly taking the glasses off. The look on her face was one of a predator, a predator that could bring Bill the most incredible pleasure. As he thought, she was dangerous, but not dangerous enough to make him flee. He was intrigued by her.

As she removed the scarf and tossed it toward the crowd, Bill was shocked as it found its way into his lap. He reached down to touch the soft scarf, his cock so hard as it was covered by the scarf. Part of him wanted to leave it on his lap, slip his hand under it and rub his hard cock. Yet he resisted that urge. At least to this point.

He gasped as Anna turned away, moving toward the pole on the stage. He couldn't help but gasp as she ripped open her blouse, showing off the leopard print bikini top she had underneath. The top barely contained her incredible breasts, and Bill found himself staring at her chest. He began to wonder the type of pleasure he would feel with her amazing breasts wrapped around his married cock. He gasped as he stared, finding himself getting even more turned on. Bill watched her lean against the pole, her body moving seductively, keeping Bill's eyes locked on her. He felt himself gasp as she rolled her hips, letting the sweater fall to the ground as she moved to face Bill.

He stared right at her, their eyes locking as her finger moved to her mouth, her tongue licking it before dragging it down her amazing body. Bill gasped, his hand gripping the arm of the chair, his cock growing incredibly hard in his pants. He was just coming from an investigation, yet here he was only focused on Anna's body. His eyes followed her finger as it moved down. Bill craving every inch of her body as her finger inched its way down to her sex. He gasped again, his mouth falling open as he wanted to call out to her. Yet, no words came out, he stayed silent.

That was when she broke his gaze. She spun away, pulling at her skirt to remove it with incredible ease. He sighed as he sat there, staring at her body. No, not just staring, craving her body. As she looked over her shoulder and dropped to her knees, Bill felt like he was the only one in the room with her. He saw her crawling toward him across the stage. her ass swaying as she stared into his eyes.

Bill was not sure what he was doing, but he felt his hand reach for his wallet, pulling out some money as he leaned forward, reaching for the stage right in front of Anna. He put the money on the stage, staring at her as he wanted nothing more then to cum for her. Cum for her as hard as he came for her in his dream. He did not know what was going on with him, but something in his mind was telling him the only cure for his desires was right in front of him, on the stage of the club.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Anna

She spun away from the pole in the motion pulling the skirt free. The hidden seam and Velcro made removing it in such a way ridiculously easy. It joined the cardigan on the stage. Now just in the opened blouse and leopard print bikini she looked over her shoulder to Mr. Kinky with all the lust and hunger in her soul reflected in her gaze. She began to crawl across the stage, her ass swaying back and forth in a feline way, back towards him. That predatory gaze never leaving his eyes.

Then the next song in her set began. Mr. Kinky's show was nowhere near over yet.

Immediately Duran Duran transitioned to a newer more modern sultry, seductive, song began to play. Burning Desire by Lana Del Rey

Every Saturday night I get dressed up to ride for you, baby
Cruising down the street on Hollywood and Vine for you, baby
I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care
You ask me where I been?
I've been everywhere
I don't wanna be no where but here
(Come on, tell me boy)​

He had left a dollar on the stage for her. She smiled at the sign of how far she'd already influenced him. When she reached the edge she gazed into his eyes and picked up the dollar. Anna raised it up to her lips to give the dead president a kiss, her eyes never leaving his as she trailed the piece of paper down over the supple contours of her body. Down over her neck and chest, the swell of her breast and tracing the edge of the dollar over the little bump her erect nipple made in the fabric of the bikini top. Down over her toned belly. Down over the leopard print G-string she was wearing. She blew him a kiss as she tucked it inside.

I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire
(Come on, tell me boy)
I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire
(Come on, tell me boy)​

Anna gave him a wink as her shoulders rolled shucking the blouse from her to fall to the stage. Now in only the leopard print she slid back staring into Mr. Kinky's eyes with a sultry grin twerking her buttocks in the air to the rhythm of the beat.

I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care
I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire​

She got up turning her back to him shaking her ass to the music. Her hands reached behind her to grasp the ends of the strings of the bikini loosening it over her breasts. She bent over, her legs wide spread apart as her ass still swayed to the beat. From between her legs she looked at Mr. Kinky again and blowing him another kiss as she lifted her bikini top off of her mountainous breasts. She lifted back casting the bikini top to land atop of her blouse as the other hand grabbed the pole on stage.

Every Saturday night I seem to come alive for you, baby
Santa Monica, I'm racing in the lights for you, baby
I drive fast, radio blares, have to touch myself to pretend you're there
Your hands were on my hips, your name is on my lips
Over over again, like my only prayer
(Come on, tell me boy)​

Sinuously she danced against the pole, as if it was a dance partner, as if it was a man she was seducing, as if it was Mr. Kinky. She wrapped a leg around it and leaned back smiling to him as she ground herself against the pole.

I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire
(Come on, tell me boy)
I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire
(Come on, tell me boy)​

She swung around on the pole to floor parting her legs so she was sitting on her heels legs spread with the pole pressed up against over the G-string and his dollar and between her breasts. She locked eyes with him as her tongue stretched out licking the pole as her body bounced up and down undulating suggestively like she was riding atop wholly different kind of pole in a much more primal form of dancing.

I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care
I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire​

She climbed up near the top of the pole legs crossed so she spun around it without sliding down. She let go so she hung upside down facing Mr. Kinky her hair hanging down grazing the stage as she writhed against it slowly sinking back down to the ground. She licked her lips hungrily watching him watching her.

I'm driving fast, flash, everyone knows it
I'm trying to get to you, baby
I'm feeling scared and you know it

I'm driving fast, flash, everyone knows it
I'm trying to get to you, baby
I'm feeling scared and you know it​

She lay on the stage eyes on him. Anna reached back her fingers curling around her high heels as her legs parted wide and her hips raised up and wriggled as is she was teasing the pole by rubbing her sex up and down it.

I'm driving fast, flash, everyone knows it
I'm trying to get to you, baby
I'm feeling scared and you know it​

Getting back up on her feet she began circling the pole hands caressing it as if stroking another pole legs curling around it. She climbed back up hanging from the pole sideways as she continued circling around it.

I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire
(Come on, tell me boy)
I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire
(Come on, tell me boy)​

Back on the floor she locked eyes with him for the finale she reached out for him, as if asking for him, begging him, to desire her, to want her, to cast aside any inhibitions such as propriety or silly facts like his marriage and come to her, join her for pleasure he couldn't dream of.

I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care
I've got a burning desire for you, baby
I've got a burning desire​

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

Bill was lost in the moment. This was so far out of his normal behavior, but here he was, completely mesmerized by the woman he had been fantasizing about. The first song Anna had danced to had driven him to desire her even more then he had before. As turned and looked at him sitting in front of the stage, he noticed her predatory gaze. He felt his cock stirring in his pants, the need growing inside of him. As the dollar he left on the stage sat in front of him, he heard the new tune begin. He watched as she crawled toward him. His eyes never leaving hers, his body still, as he felt like he could not even move.

As Anna stopped in front of him at the edge of the stage, he watched in awe as she grabbed the dollar he had left. He was lost, his cock so hard in his pants. He could feel the sexual need and desire growing inside of him. He knew it was wrong, to want to cheat on his wife and family. Yet here he was, desiring nothing more then to give into the carnal sin with this woman he had just met. He watched intently as she kissed the bill he had given her. His eyes following as she moved in along her body, tracing it over all the part of her that he craved. He felt himself gasp as she teased her nipple and breast with it, his mind wishing his cock was between her amazing tits. As she slide it down over her toned stomach, he gasped, seeing it disappear into her leopard print g-string.

He felt his mouth fall open, gasping as he felt his cock twitch. It was something magical, as if what she was doing was edging him further down the path of adultery. He watched as she winked at him, shrugging her shoulders until her blouse fell off. As she got up, he watched her move to the pole, dancing with it like it was him. Her movements and grinding against the pole were pushing Bill further. His hands touched the stage, gripping it tightly as he wanted nothing more then to feel her grinding into him. As she released her amazing breasts from her bikini, his eyes widened. If Anna wasn't sure how much he graved her enormous breasts, she knew now.

Bill's wife had a small chest, and part of him could only imagine how amazing Anna's breasts would feel in his hands and around his cock. Even more, he pictured how they would look bouncing as she rode him hard. Just as his mind thought that, he watched as she sat on her heels, the pole against her sex and up between her breasts. He gasped as she moved, grinding into the pole like he could only imagine her riding him. He felt his desire growing, a fire burning inside of him that he could not put out.

The dance continued until she ended up back on the floor. He watched her as she reached out to him. Her hand moving toward him as he gasped. He nodded, his hand reaching for hers as he gasped. He mouthed at her, "God..... private dance? I will pay anything..." he said. His eyes staring at her, his cock needing release, even if it was just her grinding on his lap until he exploded.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Anna

Back on the floor she locked eyes with him for the finale she reached out for him, as if asking for him, begging him, to desire her, to want her, to cast aside any inhibitions such as propriety or silly facts like his marriage and come to her, join her for pleasure he couldn't dream of.

Their eyes connected and she saw him gasp and mouthing the words soft but she knew what he was saying as clearly as if he was shouting it over the loud music so everyone in the strip club could hear him. "God...private dance? I will pay anything..."

She smiled seductively rising up from the stage. She looked over her shoulder to Mr. Kinky as she collected her clothes and the money. Once done she walked backstage casting one last long look at him. Their eyes met again and she mouthed the words, "...Granted..." She gave him a sly wink before walking off the stage.

A few minutes later she came out wearing a new bikini, this one a neon pink monosling that barely contained her mountainous breasts or covered her impatient little pussy lips.

She strutted over to the bar and taking a customers drink she draped herself against the bar as she drank the bar in clear view of her prey. She basked as his eyes swept over her stretched out form hungrily. She drained the customer's drink and winked at him as she pulled a few of the dollar bills she'd just earned from her dancing on stage into his pocket to pay for the drink.

She never understood the value mortals on this plain put in something as ridiculous as little pieces of paper.

She left him then stopping to chat with some of the other customers, every second risking the absolute failure of her bikini and letting the glory that were her breasts burst free of the thinly there prison constraining them. She strutted over to him and smiled with anticipation making her mouth water.

Where he sat there was a chair beside him. It was this she climbed onto laying, draping herself across the arms of the chair. Her legs dangling in the air over one arm. Her ass settled in the seat and her back arched raising her bust up in the air like twin peaks reaching high off the ground to touch the clouds. They stretched the dental floss strings so taut one could strum them like a guitar. Her hair hung from her head brushing the floor as she looked at him, smiling as if this was an entirely innocuous experience to him.

"Mr. Kinky," She cooed to him innocently, "I'm so happy. You came to see me dance."

If he wanted a private dance he'd have to be the one to ask for it. However there was no doubt in this world that he was going to leave this club without Anna giving him one...She just liked fucking with her prey...that is before she actually fucked her prey that is...

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

The music was loud, and Bill felt his attention solely on Anna. It was as if they were the only two in the club as he watched her on stage. He felt the need to have her as he mouthed the words, "God... private dance? I will pay anything...." He felt his cock rock hard in his pants as he saw Anna smile. He watched as she looked over her shoulder and began to collect her money. As she looked back over her shoulder and their eyes met, he saw her mouth the words to him, "...Granted..."

As Anna disappeared backstage, Bill began to look around the club. He finally began to realize his surroundings. He could not believe how mesmerized he was by Anna's dancing that he did not realize the entire club packed. He felt his mind starting to come down from the high of the seductive dance Anna was doing. However, before he could even consider leaving the club, she again entered the room.

Anna walked out of the back wearing an incredibly sexy neon pink bikini. Bill found himself gawking at her. He could not believe the lack of fabric she was wearing. His eyes focusing on the little bits of cloth covering her nipples and pussy. His cock began to harden instantly. He watched as she strutted over to the bar. His eyes on her breasts as he imagined them wrapped around his throbbing married cock.

Bill did not look away from her. He watched as she drank a customers drink, noticing how the customer was just as mesmerized by her as he was. After finishing the drink, he watched her move over to chat with some other customers. It was if she was trying to make Bill wait. He could see her looking at him, but the urge to have her was growing inside of Bill. Inside he knew he couldn't do anything more then a lap dance. Even that was a bit of a risk, but he was married. Also, something about Anna seemed dangerous. She was always around where the bodies were being found.

Finally, he watched as she began to make her way over to him. She climbed into a chair beside him, draping herself across the arms of the chair, with her legs dangling over the arm. Bill sat there, staring at her, his eyes locked on her massive breasts as she spoke. "Mr. Kinky, I'm so happy. You came to see me dance," she said.

Bill sighed, and nodded. "Yeah..... I don't know why..... but I felt like I had to...... you are incredible on the stage..." he admitted as his eyes continued to look her body over. He did not know why, but her being so close made him only think of sex. It was as if she controlled his thoughts. He pictured the dream he had, fucking her in the church. He then pictured the thoughts he had when he saw her at the apartment complex, how he wanted to fuck her in the stairwell with other police officers around.

As she sat there he swallowed hard. His cock hard as he stammered, "Anna..... I..... god..... what would it cost for a private dance?" He looked at her, his mind weak, his will to resist weakening by the minute. He stared at her body, thinking of her grinding in his lap. He did not care about his family at home. Instead all he could imagine was how hard she could make him.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Anna

"Mr. Kinky," She cooed to him innocently, "I'm so happy. You came to see me dance."

If he wanted a private dance he'd have to be the one to ask for it. However there was no doubt in this world that he was going to leave this club without Anna giving him one...She just liked fucking with her prey...that is before she actually fucked her prey that is...

"Yeah..... I don't know why....." He admitted with a little adorable nod of his head, "But I felt like I had to... you are incredible on the stage..."

She smiled oh so innocently at his praise. "I am glad you enjoyed it." She was glad he enjoyed it. She was also gratified that her hold on him had grown firm enough to compel him to come and to ask for more direct and personal contact with her. "It was just for you."

Her feet dangled in the air kicking her stripper heels girlishly as she looked up at him. His eyes swept her luscious body over like his gaze was spreading butter over the bread of her body. They swiftly centered on the twin peaks of her breasts like iron filings to a pair of magnets.

"Anna..... I..... god....." He stammered, those eyes never leaving her breasts, "...What would it cost for a private dance?"

Money. More of that silly little pieces of paper mortals put so much importance on.

She reached up her fingers cupping and playing over the mountainous orbs of her breasts. "Well how much do you have?"

When he said how much money he had in his wallet she smiled crawling out of her chair and taking his hand. "My what a coincidence, Mr. Kinky. That's exactly how much a private dance from me costs."

She began leading him towards the private dance area.

 

[Bill525]

IC: Bill Anderson

Bill felt his eyes traveling over Anna's body as she sat in the chair next to him. His mind racing as he heard her speak to him. "I am glad you enjoyed it. It was just for you," she said to him. Bill nodded as his eyes drank in her body. He focused on her amazing chest, his mind thinking about how good it would feel to slide his hard cock between them.

"Just for me? I could not keep my eyes off of you...." he admitted as he felt a pull towards her. He could not explain it, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. No, it was like she had him hypnotized. His mind only thought of her and all the pleasures she could provide him. As his eyes focused on her breasts he sighed.

"Anna....I.... god..... what would it cost for a private dance?," he said. As she smiled at him he watched her hand move to her breasts. He saw her fingers cupping her chest as his eyes widened. "Well how much do you have?," she said softly.

Bill groaned, a part of his mind telling him to stop this game. Yet he spoke again, "God..... I have around a hundred dollars in my wallet..... if not more...." he said. His eyes not leaving her as she began to crawl of of the chair. He gasped as she then stood up, taking his hand.

"My what a coincidence, Mr. Kinky. That's exactly how much a private dance from me costs," she said.

Bill felt Anna leading him up out of the chair, and toward the private dance area. He gasped as he followed, her soft hand sending shock waves through his body. He felt the need to have her and the excitement of having her dance for just him. As they walked past the bouncer guarding the back room door, he noticed how he grinned at Bill. It was almost like a grin letting him know the performance he was about to get.

As they entered a private room, he gasped, "God..... I never do this....."