Laci Pt. 05

I turned my head to the source of the slurred speech thrown at me. Some young man dressed in a messy, half-tucked school uniform, hair buzzed short, approaching with a soft stumble and finger pointed my way.

"What was that?", I responded firmly, dropping my chin as he got closer to meet his glazed eyes a full foot below me.

"Y-you just look so ma-uh mad." I could tell it took everything he had to approach me, even half past drunk. He leaned into his crooked posture with a big smile, and a bold, devilish look in his unfocused eyes that had me...excited. I knew where this was going.

"How abo -hic- about I...fuck the sadness o-out of that little hole of yours?"

So brave. The instant he finished his slutty attempt, I leaned in close, my words an inch from his.

"I could do the same to you."

Within a few seconds, his posture straightened and tilted away, hands clawing nervously at his pockets as he looked away at anything but my gaze.

"What...you take care, miss."

With his liquid confidence dissolving rapidly, he hastily dashed in any direction, narrowly missing a passing couple on his path to the front entrance. I was disappointed, but grinning wide.

I then watched as he almost plowed into a familiar figure walking in, this one draped in nothing but a sweaty blue tank top and green shorts, arms and legs glistening from an intense night jog.

Chris Krenshaw.

I mentally weighed previous interactions with him for but a second, while my body had already made the choice. I watched him shuffle to an elevator as my muscles tightened, my mouth salivated, and my cock began preparations.

Deep down I knew Laci could see my intent. There was a good chance he would turn in disgust, and I needed her to witness the risk. If he said no, I'd simply find another man to collect for the night.

If he said yes, I'd catapult him to cloud 9 and feed from his state of whimpering pleasure.

I power-walked closer as he boarded an elevator alone, but my aim was for the next lift over. I could hear him still catching his breath as his doors closed, with mine opening a moment later.

My own breath was quick with anticipation on the lonely ride up. Knowing where the boys had been booked, I tapped for the 4^th floor and set to work as the doors closed, bowing slightly to slide off my underwear. I couldn't help but gasp in relief as I freed my cock to unravel and breathe.

The fear of getting caught did nothing to stop my expanding beast, now fully erect and aimed at the chrome elevator door. My breathing slowed at the metallic, warped visage mirrored back at me. My eyes appeared pupil-less, the dark-red smattering of lipstick now impossibly black. It felt so liberating to be in control, my elongated claws slowly tickling the air at my sides.

Ding.

I started clicking my heels forward before I could even see him, my primal senses latching onto his scent. The stage was set with no one else in the hall, his drenched back facing me, leaning into his doorframe.

"Chris."

His wet bowl-cut spun swiftly, dark eyes widening in recognition at my face, then descending slowly to take in the tight material wrapped around me.

"Weirdo? Did you forget you can't b-"

His words were muted hard, as if he were being choked by the 9.5 inch protrusion of my thick cock before it even touched him.

"I've been thinking about you."

Still a good 30 feet away, but I had him locked in place like a deer in headlights. My dick swayed heavily even as I slowed my strut, the tip already glistening with a translucent whip of precum extending with each toss of my considerable hips.

Only his pupils moved, dancing up and down from my gaze to my dick, yet showed no fear.

"Laci...that's...why have you come here?" Chris whispered slowly; his demeanor more reserved after mentioning our proper name.

I could almost feel my teeth sharpen with the last touch of doubt evaporating, as he looked down and cleanly licked his lips.

"I've come to get you, Chris."

I emphasized his name as I invaded another few inches of his space. His dark brown eyes shot up to mine, eyebrows creasing at the heightened perspective my new heels brought. His mouth moved to speak, but only the weakest of mewls escaped his lips when I stepped so deeply into his space that my cock gently stabbed him in his belly.

My heart was thundering as I ceased his small whimpers with a finger to my lips. "Shhh. Let me give you what you need, my boy." My other hand cupped his red, blushing cheek.

His adam's apple crawled up his throat and back down, before placing his hands at each of my hips.

"I...won't disappoint."

"I know you won't. Safeword?"

"Turismo."

His quick response was motivating, but slow compared to how fast I launched my lips at his, consuming his tongue while we both inhaled roughly.

I felt immediately drunk to where I didn't see him unlock the door for us to waltz in, still devouring each other's faces. The moment we were inside, my hands bolted from his jaw to wrap around his waist tight. To claim him. To make him mine.

He whined faintly into my mouth as his belly jerked me off, my cock pinned vertically against his tank top. I straightened my back and blindly navigated the dark room, his toes dangling uselessly towards the only bed in the room.

Chris was tossed on the bed at full speed, a string of saliva pulling away from his mouth as I pounced to completely encase him in my arms and legs. He had a short-lived moment to look into wild eyes, my lips stretched into an uncontrolled smile, before I dove at his neck like a vampire.

"Ah ahh...ohh!"

He released various noises as I gnawed, squeezed and sucked at his flesh. What little sanity I held onto was slipping. I couldn't decide on slipping off my dress or grappling my prey. My frustration made me open wide to nibble his neck deeper, clutching the back of his head as I did everything but draw blood. Another high-pitched whimper from the boy brought me back to my senses long enough to pull back and stare lasers into his retinas.

"Take it off."

His wet face was a mix of panic and excitement, but he complied, removing his tank top over his eyes while I slid down off the bed, taking his shorts with me. I snarled at the layer of tight white underwear that strained against his dick, bonded to his hips with sweat.

Just as he finished peeling off his upper layer, my patience snapped, and I dug my claws into the waistband to destroy and tear away the wrapping to my gift.

His sharp moan, my beast-like grunt, and the loud trrph of his undergarments were all synched. My own long, rigid cock pulsed at the sight of his ample member glistening in the blue moonlight. I was too roused to even hear his words, my mouth gasping wide at his delectable tower of meat.

"Laci, holy sh-OHHH"

I once again silenced his words as I thrusted off my knees to engulf his cock down to the base in one go. My breasts nearly jolted out of their upper sheathing as I seesawed my tongue down his length, saliva already glazing his sack below.

He bleated and convulsed like a faun, his thighs snapping to press my ears in as I worked the straps off my dress. I didn't care. His slick legs couldn't stop me from dragging his soul through his veiny, spit-covered slab. My outfit was soon just a black hole of drapery at my waist, giving my left hand free reign to cup my spasming teat, while the right began to traverse his waist, then nipple.

My moist, dripping body buzzed with electricity at every gulp of cock. All solemn vibes from the Laci within were gone. She must have been enjoying the show.

My throat was determined to airlock around his member and inspect every centimeter of flesh he had to offer. I moaned deep as I twirled my fingers at an agonizing, slow pace around his nipple, like fine-tuning an old tv to scout for the right spot.

I will have you. I will bypass that last line of euphoric defense and pull you into insanity.

All sense of time, location, and existence had dwindled. I gradually retracted my neck off of his shaft, moaning right into the tip. Searching. Then, as my wicked tongue stroked the underside of that tip...

"Lac...OH MY-"

His legs squeezed so hard I saw stars, while his arms flailed to my scalp and his back arched violently.

There you are.

His brown eyes snapped down to meet mine with actual fear, unsure if he could handle where I was taking him. I stared back and smiled around his dick, pressing in his stiff nipple as if locking in a combination. I looked into his soul while my tongue attacked his sensitive skin underneath, his mouth gaping like a fish. Take notes, Laci. This is only the start.

"Mmm."

My pale thighs were soaked as I stepped into a wider squat at the foot of his bed. My throat never let him go as both of my hands set to work massaging my long, heated pipe. I could feel gobs of my fluids running like a faucet from my tip.

"Fucking...so damn...good...Jesu-OH"

The louder protests told me he was close. Having him stimulated at full throttle was igniting my soul as my cock seemed to swell another quarter inch in my grip. I couldn't wait any longer. Releasing him from my lips as I rose, my angry head caressed the bottom of his tight sack while my hands grabbed him under his knees. His pleading eyes followed mine as I leaned forward, giving him no time to recover as I slowly, deliberately slid into him.

As I pressed inside, he began spasming and crying out, as if being electrocuted slowly. With his head pressed back against the pillow, I watched him, through my tussled hair, wrestle with his inner tug of war, terrified of the next level of bliss to come, but imploring me to take him already.

"Wait...oh damn, Laci...s-stop..."

"Yes...ahhh yesss..."

My unstoppable pace fed his hole more and more of my dense meat. I was cruel to not let him adjust, but I wanted him this way. Drowning in pleasure. Writhing from his mental limits being exceeded. Still shaking his head, his trembling hands reached to knead at my slick breasts, then shot to his own piercing nipples as I folded him. I was vibrating from pleasure and glad his cavity was stretching to accept all of me, knowing I couldn't have stopped myself anyway.

The arrogant, conceited Chris couldn't be found on this quivering mess of a man. His wide eyes were perfectly round, button-nose flaring, lips heaving in the biggest smile I'd ever seen, all while pulling away from me on his palms, ready to consider surrender, but no mention of the word chosen. My grip was like fleshy steel, suspending his legs and pulling him onto the last segment of my dick with a soft plap.

He was moaning wordlessly, paralyzed. Pressing my lips to his ear, I widened my stance again.

"Shall I break you?"

His arms desperately wrapped around my neck and back, afraid I would pull out and change my mind.

"Y-yes...break me...do i-oohhhh!"

My balls dragged across his cheeks as I gyrated my hips, shifting his entire lower half with me. Don't torture this poor boy like I do, Laci. Be better.

Chris squeezed his eyes tight as I pulled a few inches out at a snail's pace, then nestled back in to his compressed opening. As soon as he peeked slightly and made eye contact, I hit the gas and began plugging him at a proper breeding rate.

Plap! Plap! Plop!

His eyelids smashed closed again, gulping for air with every reverberation I punched through his abdomen. I let out a long grunt as my cock was being milked hard. He clutched at the bed, then my shoulders and finally back to mangle my heaving breasts, absolutely no control left. His dick wobbled with every penetration; its stiff pink head flaring at my face. Ready to fire.

My brain was already melting from the snug grip of his hole. His twitching and yelping moans were ceaseless, and it only took eight or so strokes to catapult his first orgasm. I laughed maniacally as his nut doused my belly button, then launched another few pulses right onto my grin, the salty cream covering my tongue. But I was not stopping.

His release ignited me with joy and I increased the tempo, folding him even more while tossing his thighs to my chest. As my arms flexed and held him tight, my one working brain cell hoped Laci could see the level of pleasure we could bring to a boy.

"Lac-mmm!"

His squeaking voice was cut off by my cum-covered lips smacking his, sweat splashing off my breasts and all over his legs and abs. He clawed into my back, convulsing, unable to focus as my meaty cock rearranged his insides over and over. The soft clap between us getting louder, his legs now on my shoulders, preventing his escape as I poured my love into overloading every nerve ending inside of him.

Power. Unyielding. Elation. Victorious.

I was so deep in my own ego that I somehow missed the sharp tingle from down my whole spine, now racing to my tip. Now I was whimpering, clawing at his ass, and parking myself as deep as possible to unload.

Chris was almost fully off of the bed, held up by his elbows and my grip, as my wild dick savagely came. Within seconds I had packed him full of baby batter, the rest rerouting back out of his hole. The wet splop of cum splashing on my knees was drowned out by his fierce bellows, his own chest getting hosed by a second release from his dick. I cackled once more at the ridiculous amount of fluids we'd shared. I certainly went too far, the sex exalted, but so damn worth it.

"Tu...turismo."

His curtain call was exhausted, but well timed with my gradually softening length backing out. My brain was lit up like fireworks, but my body was finished, plummeting slowly to rest on top of his glazed, heaving figure. Before my eyelids fully closed, I dragged one last nail across his nipple to elicit a final "Ahh ooh" from his lips. Soon I was plummeting into darkness, a crazed smile still on my lips.

I was a monster, and I loved every single second of it.