Blood Lust

"Shit." He hissed at the feel of the intense heat seeping from between her legs. Sitting her down on the sofa, he threw her legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward to kiss her, pressing her knees against her chest. He teased her clit with the head of dick, stroking it and slapping it with his long shaft repeatedly.

"Oh my God." She groaned, she could actually hear how sopping wet she was with each torturous slap he gave her. She bucked her hips forward breathing sharp hollow breaths. He gave her pussy another brutal slap. She grabbed the sofa cushings, twisting them and lifting them out of place.

"Fuck! Lucas, s-stop teasing me!" She cried weakly. He gave her his usual cute mischievous smile as he eased his dick into her tight pussy. She exhaled deeply, as if she was just relieved of all her troubles. She felt him fill every crevasse of her. He started slow, pulling himself from her core all the way to the head, then pushing back harder with each passing thrust. Her juices dripped from her onto the sofa. He grabbed her thighs, readying his self to stop bullshitting and fuck her right. He quickened his strokes, thrusting into her with even more vigor.

"Shit! Don't stop! Oh...God! Don't stop!" She screamed. She arched her body further onto his dick, trying to get every inch of him inside her. She shook her head slightly as if she couldn't take it, yet she begged for more. He pushed her thighs further against her chest, still fucking her into oblivion.

"Fuck." He growled. The feeling of her tight pussy clamped around his dick made his knees buckle a bit. He watched her squirm, as her hands attacked the sofa Cushings. Her breast bouncing as he rammed his hips into her. His hand touched the side of her face. His thumb touched the lips that screamed his name as if it were a prayer. She turned her face into the palm of his hand, licking his middle finger, then sucking it into her mouth. Enjoying the taste of his flesh. She snaked both her hands to his ass, pulling him deeper into her. He groaned loudly, taking her sensitive nipple between the fingers of his free hand and twisting it.

"Mmmm! MMMMMM!" Her eyes snapped open, her mouth still sucking on his finger. He pulled it from her mouth, and used that hand to attack her other nipple. She screamed louder as he continued to brutalize her nipples with out loosing his rhythm.

"I'm close. Oh, god! Lucas!! I'm cum-. Shh-SHIT!" She yelled in broken English. Her pussy clenched tightly around his pumping cock. Barely breathing her body began to spasm. She gasped in all the air her lungs could possibly take as her entire body gave in to its orgasm. Lucas grabbed her thick thighs and thrust his self into her hard and deep. He held his self there. Gritting his teeth, he exploded into her. His lower spine weakened at his sudden release.

"Damn it." He hissed. He collapsed to his knees, resting his head against her heaving chest. He wrapped his arms around her. She took his ears into her hands and kissed his forehead. He looked up at her pushing the wet strands of hair from her face. He eased his fingers onto her pouty lips.

"I love you." He said gently to her. She closed her eyes, sighing contently. She kissed his fingers and smiled.

"I love you too."

He smiled back, crawling on top of her he planted a kiss on her lips.

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"I know Mr.Vandergild, but if we don't get her to testify your chances of winning this case his slim to none. You're just going to have to risk ruining your marriage if you want keep your freedom." Violet sped walked through the crowd of white-collar workers. She looked at her watch that read 8:50 AM.

"Shit I'm late." She cursed. She hurried herself into the law firm.

"Hey Stacy." She greeted the security guard at the front desk.

"Hey Violet, girl." Stacey greeted back. Violet caught the elevator before the doors shut.

"Well Mr. Vandergild, maybe if you weren't so busy sleeping with you're wife's niece this wouldn't be a problem for you. But since you were with her at the time of the murder it would be best, like I said, if she testified in your defense." She exited onto her floor making her way straight to her office.

"Do I have any massages, Sarah?" She asked her secretary.

"Yes, one from Mr. Vandergild, he said call him, it's urgent," Violet pointed to her cell phone.

"Already handled." She said. Sarah nodded. Violet grabbed the knob to her office door.

"Oh and there's a young man in the office waiting for you." Sarah informed. Violet looked at her quizzically.

"Who?" She asked.

"He said you know him, I mean he did get pass security." Sarah confided. Violet sighed and opened the door.

"Yea Mr.Vandergild I'm still here." She droned. Shutting the door behind her, she watched her spinning chair swivel around with Camron reclining casually in her seat. Her mouth and phone dropped.

"Hello Ms.Sylvermen." He said, in that low and dark tone. Her phone hit the floor with a loud clatter. Her body went numb and the floor seemed to shift and alter beneath her.

"Mr.Masochis, Wha-, how. What are you doing here?" She stammered. He smirked, eyeing her feminine figure that filled out her conformist suite.

"Mmm." He hummed quietly, as if she looked edible. He stood from the leather chair and slowly approached the young woman. Her feet couldn't move from the spot they were planted in. The sound of his large feet colliding with the floor echoed through out her office. He stood a foot away from her, looking down at her. She swallowed hard, trying to hide that same fear she felt the first time they met over three months ago.

"Well Mr.Masochis? What are you doing here?" She asked again.

"To thank you. These past few months of freedom has been very..." He paused to enjoy the sight of her once more.

"Arousing." He grinned. She grimaced at the thought of what he really meant by that statement.

"You're welcome. It's what I do." She replied quickly.

"Yes I know, just didn't think you'd be so damn good at it." God did she wish he'd wipe that smile from his face. It was messing her head up. Making her recoil to a childish mindset. He looked further down at her cell phone that lay on the floor.

"Your phone's on the floor." He informed politely. She looked down.

"Oh." She bent down to pick the phone. His eyes seemed to grow bright as he watched her lower herself in front of him. She quickly pulled herself up, fiddling with her flimsy phone.

"So that's all you came here for?" She questioned, finally bringing herself to walk pass him to her desk.

"To thank me."

"Yes, a gentlemen can't thank the woman who got him out of jail?"

"Your money thanked me enough." She said quickly. He turned around to face her. She leaned against the desk behind her, her arms folded. He nodded with comprehension.

"I see, I hope you've put my money to good use then." He cocked an eyebrow.

"And I hope you've put freedom to good use." It didn't take a rocket scientist to get what she meant by that. He grinned even more deviously.

"Don't worry Ms.Sylvermen. I'm putting it to good use." Violet's face turned ice cold. She watched him open the door.

"It was nice seeing you again, Ms.Sylvermen." He purred. He eased out the door. Violet sighed heavily, her body nearly caving inward.

"Jesus, what the hell was that about?" She thought to herself. She didn't want to think about it. She took her cell phone and redialed Mr.Vandergild's number.

"Hello? Mr. Vandergild? Yes I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Now where were we?"

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"Hey baby. Looking for some fun?" Camron looked up at the low class prostitute that stood before him. Clothed in a rose-colored halter-top, a black leather mini-skirt and knee-high leather boots. Her face was decent but had age beyond her years, complements of crystal-meth. He returned his attention to his mug of beer, showing little interest in the whore or her offer. Ignoring his apathy, she sat in the seat in front of him, twirling her long golden locks out of her face.

"Strong and silent, huh? That's fine baby, I'm not giving up just yet." Practically undressing him with her eyes, she watched him take another swig of his beer. She licked her lips.

"I never seen you around here before. You must be new blood. If you want, I can..." She crept her foot up his leg, up to his inner thigh.

"Be your entourage." Her smile was laced with lust and a bit of desperation. It wasn't just a quick trick she was trying to get, but some mind-blowing sex. Not even showing the slightest reaction to the woman's attempt at turning him on, he growled.

"Trust me little girl, you don't want to fuck with me. Go mess with some little virgin boys, I'm sure they'll pay for your services. Cause I'm not."

"Aw baby, for you, my services are for free." She scooted her seat closer to his. Leaning closer to his ear she whispered.

"I just wanna get fucked." He set his mug back onto the table, and stared at it for a moment. His face seemed to grow pale. He cut his cold gray eyes at her and she bit her lower lip.

"Well sexy? What's it gonna be?" She opened her legs wide enough for him to see her glistening pussy lips. He stared at her dripping wet pussy, then took one last sip of his beer. He stared into space.

"I warned you."

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"Hurry up." He tugged at the blonde bombshell as they quickly trotted through the wooded area of the cemetery. The trees and skies were blackened by the night. She stumbled trying to keep up with him and her spiked healed boots wasn't helping either.

"Damn baby I know you're eager, but could you give me a chance to catch up? Plus, where're we goin' anyways?" She panted. He didn't answer, just continued to drag her wherever he desired. He was contemplating whether he should play games with her like he did most of his victims, or if he just use her as a quickie. And as the night progressed, he grew tired of her voice and face, and decided to do society a public service and make it a quick fix. When he felt they were deep enough in the woods, he stopped and she ran into the back of him. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily.

"Well you are a kinky one, I do believe I never fucked in the woods before." She giggled. He turned around slowly.

"Come." He ordered. She motioned towards him in a snake like manner. She pressed her body against his, playfully running her fingers along the rim of his pants. He stood there, watching her, his eyes glowing. She wrapped one long leg around his body tightly. She strained herself onto the tip of her toes so she could kiss him. He returned the kiss, but refused to embrace her. She pulled away.

"Come on baby, put all them muscles to good use." She moaned. With out saying another word, he swiftly turned her around. Her waist length blonde hair twirling around with her body. He grabbed both of her tiny wrists into one massive hand and held them securely behind her back. She squirmed, whimpering like a little puppy. Ignoring her, he shoved her against a nearby tree and held her there.

"Not-not so rough." She protested. He lifted her skirt up to her waist, unveiling her bare ass. The fitted piece of apparel stayed above her hips, leaving her ass naked and vulnerable.

"I warned you." He growled. Abruptly, his gigantic hand came plummeting unto her ass, with a loud SLAP that echoed throw the shadowed trees.

"AHHHHH!" She wailed. He smirked, then slapped her ass again, only harder. She gasped trying to wedge her wrists from his clutch. That only made him angrier, and the slaps to ass came faster and harder. SLAP!

"AHHHH!"

SLAP!

"PLEASE, S-STOP!"

SLAP!

"NO!" She cried. Her knees buckled as she shook her head rapidly. The hot tears fell onto her breast.

"STOOOP! IT HURTS!" She sobbed. He gave her one last slap. Her begging and pleading hardened his dick quite nicely. He unzipped his pants, letting his immense cock out of his pants. The girl leaned against the tree feebly, her wrist still held by his strong hand. With out warning, he pushed every inch of his self into her. Her face twisted from the pain that was laced with inexplicable pleasure. He sucked in the crisp air through his clenched teeth. Her tight pussy nearly squeezed his dick off. He snaked his free arm around her waist and held her in place firmly. He thrust into her slow but hard, punishing her body with his dick.

"Oh, Ahhh! AHHH!" She yelped, she felt his dick digging out her cervix. She leaned her cheek against the tree, trying to handle him the best way she could. He shoved his hips harder unto her lean ass faster, nearly breaking her to pieces. He rode her faster, getting off to the,

"PLEASE!" and the "OH MY GOD's" and the

"I CAN'T TAKE IT! I CAAAN'T!" She sobbed. He just laughed, still abusing her frail body.

"You asked for it slut. Now you get all of it." He gritted. He felt her body heat up and spasm from possibly the most painful orgasm she ever had.

"That's right, little bitch cum. It'll be the last thing you do." He hissed. She was to out of it to really register what he said. As the slapping of their hips grew louder, her eyes rolled to the back of head. Clenching her hands closed so tight her fingernails dug into the palm of her hands, tearing at her flesh.

"OH FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" She shrieked, as if she were being murdered. He allowed his self to cum quick, so he could get to the grand finally. Holding his self inside of her for a second longer, he crept his hands to her neck, letting go of her wrists. He pulled her against him, gently caressing her neck and giving it small pecks with his warm lips. She groaned weakly then built up the strength to whisper

"My god, I don't think...anyone's ever, fucked me like that before." Camron burst into a hearty laughter, then kissed her ear lobe.

"And no one ever will." He snarled. He clapped his hand over her mouth then swiftly snatched her head to the side. He snapped her neck effortlessly and her body went limp. He held her up in his arms and turned her around. She hung over his forearm like a coat, her eyes wide and lifeless. His lips curled into a grin of pure suffice. He kissed her rosy lips and let her lifeless body collapsed onto the rotting leaves.

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The rain started pouring and the clouds darkened. Camron leaned up against the brick wall, taking one last drag of his limp cigarette. He blew the smoke through his nostrils then threw the butt of the cancer stick onto the concrete. He looked at his watch, it read 10:22 PM. He was waiting for Violet to leave her job for almost an hour now. But he was patient. It wasn't the first time he waited for her on one of her late night shifts. The first few times he came there, he didn't know exactly why he wasted his time. He could've been at home, having his way with that cute redhead Abigail Gasby until he grew tired of her. But instead, he just let her go after the little skank sucked him off of few good times. That wasn't like him. He'd normally toy with her. Play sick mind games while getting off to her begging him for mercy. He hadn't had a real victim since he got out, only that Meth addict from the club. Even that didn't really count for nothing. It took him a while to realize the source of his problem. He wanted something new, something exotic and idiosyncratic. He wasn't aware of his desire for Violet Sylvermen, until later on. Her wide hips followed by that round ass that gracefully swayed as she walked. It took everything in his power to keep him from taking her right there in her office yesterday. But he had to take things slow, wait for the right time. And that time was now. He watched her exit the building from across the street. She ran into the pouring rain holding a soggy newspaper above her head. He had planned out the entire scenario. Catch her alone and take her. Sounded simple enough, until her fiancé Lucas came running towards her with an umbrella. He smiled and pulled her into his arms. Beaming back up at him, she greeted him with a kiss and a thank you. They walked down the wet streets arm in arm under the giant umbrella. He followed them, staying out of sight as he watched the happy couple frolic in the rain carelessly. Some where in the pit of his stomach hid a growing surge of jealously. Which was a very odd feeling for him to feel. He never had a reason to envy any man especially a nerdy looking fag like Lucas. But as he continued to follow them both, watching Lucas's hands grope areas on her body that he craved to take for himself, his rage slowly grew.

"Mother Fucker." He growled to his self. He started to turn back. "Come back for her another day." He thought at first. But he grinned to himself. Perhaps he can use the presence of this pest to his advantage. Show him how a real man handles a woman like Violet.

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"Congratulations on winning the Vandergild case." Lucas kissed Violet on her cheek. She blushed.

"Thank you baby." They toasted their glasses of red wine. They sat on the sofa by the fireplace snuggling closely together. Things were looking up again and Violet won yet another case.

"I don't know how you do it baby. You seem to be on fire. I'm so proud of you." He kissed her lips passionately.

"Mmm." She purred at the feel of his soft lips.

"How about you show me how proud you are of me." She winked. Getting up from the sofa, she slowly made her way to the bedroom. She peeped at him over her shoulder waving her ass from side to side, hypnotizing him with her curvy hips. He watched her anxiously. What a tease she was, but he loved it. He loved her. She disappeared into the bedroom, slipping out of her sleek little black dress.

"You coming or what?" She called out to him playfully. Lucas took in the last gulp of wine and quickly jumped out of his seat. He started to head for the bedroom but was stopped by a sudden knock at the door. He whirled around and looked at the door, praying that it was a figment of his imagination. The door knocked again.

"Damn! Fuckin' cock block." He hissed. He stomped towards the door.

"Who?" He answered. Nothing answered, except another knock at the door.

"What...I said who is it?" He asked again, loosing his patience. He could be in the bedroom making love to his beautiful fiancé, and yet here he was messing around with the idiot on the other side of the door. The person knocked again.

"God damn it." He unlocked the door and yanked it open.

"Look man stop playin-" His words were cut short by the bolder of fist that collided with his face. His nose broke with a loud CRACK and he went crashing to the ground. Camron closed the door quietly as he made sure Lucas was unconscious. He laid there showing no signs of consciousness. Camron smirked to his self.

"Pussy."

"Baby! What's taking you so long?" Violet called out to the unaware Lucas. Camron followed her voice into the bedroom, where she laid on the bed in a pair of croutchless panties and a lace bra. Her eyes were closed as her fingers softly massaged her swollen clit. She licked her lips and moaned at the feeling of her soft fingers manipulating her body to a small orgasm. Camron watched her in silence. Who would've known such an uptight little thing like her actually gave her nerd boyfriend such a sexy show. Her fingers circled around clit faster.

"Lucas, hurry up!" She moaned.

"Keep your eyes closed." Camron tried to disguise his voice. He didn't do a very good job, but Violet was to preoccupied to notice. She did as she was told, closing her eyes tighter. He looked around for something to blindfold her with. He took a bandana from off her dresser.

"Keep them closed." He repeated as he quietly tied it over her eyes. He scanned her trembling body, watching her fingers work on her clit.

"That's right baby, make yourself cum." She didn't know what was different about Lucas's voice, but it was driving her insane. She groaned deeply, pushing two fingers inside of her sopping wet pussy.