Once Bitten Ch. 06

I tapped my pocket as I exited the car, making sure my fob was in my pocket. I also tapped my back pocket feeling for the shape of my wallet. I was hungry for food, my turn with Celia had trumped my first attempt at lunch. A good food court burger should sate my hunger.

I explored the mall, looking at signs. I enjoyed the flow of the mundanes around me, and was glad I didn't seem to be attracting a stream of female followers. I let my mind flick to the images I had remembered from past incarnations, and I figured I could make that happen pretty easily if I wanted to.

"Pitchforks," I reminded myself, and focused back on reality.

I found the food court and ordered a couple of large hamburgers from the counter of a well known chain. The typical fries and a large soda should at least take the edge off. I sat in the food court, and concentrated on my meal. Trying to push away distractions that seemed to endlessly trickle up as I consumed the mundane food my human form needed.

I recalled that I needed to feed my human partners, and started to think of gifts I could give to Aisha and Celia. I also need to pick up a dish for dinner, and maybe some flowers. I looked around the mall, and saw a popular women's lingerie store. That would be a good beginning.

I had remembered to look at Celia's bra when I stopped by my apartment, so I knew her size. I'd have to guess with Aisha, but I figured I could find something close. I started wandering around, looking at the delicate ensembles of satin and lace. Alluring shapes of mannequins soon had my imagination filling with how each article would fit on a woman's flesh.

An attendant soon came up to me, "Can I help you find something sir?" she asked as she smiled into my eyes.

Her eyes were green, and her face had a light dusting of freckles. Her brilliant red hair fell in tight curls around her face. She wore makeup to accentuate her eyes. Her attire was completely business-like, but her blouse left one extra button open to reveal a promising valley between her well shaped bust.

I kind of wanted to tangle my fingers into that maze of curls and push her over a counter top.

Her eyes flared as she took in a breath, and I had to swallow to maintain my composure.

"I'm looking for nice ensembles for some girl friends of mine," I said.

"Friends, plural?" she asked.

"Well friends that are girls," I corrected, "Just friends."

"Buying 'friends' lingerie is a bold move," she said, using her fingers to accentuate the quotes, and smiling.

I shrugged, and wasn't able to come up with an appropriate response.

"Do you know your friends' sizes?" she asked, saving me from long spells of silence.

"I do," and I rattled off Celia's bra size from memory, "she also has a ... well she's thick."

"Not curvy or BBW," she asked carefully, as if I would know the current code words.

"Juicy round ass," I confessed, "But not extreme."

"So in relation to her bust, she'd proportionally be..." and she thought for a moment, then led me over to a section of the store.

She picked up a few items and then hung each on a set of hooks telling me about each one as she explained. First was a black satin caged strap bra, which would draw attention to her full bust. Then she hung a pair of boy short lace panties below the bra, and finished with a sheer lace dressing gown she hung up with the first bra. The effect allowed me to visualize the ensemble on Celia.

"Sold," I said, simply.

"Great," she said, "now friend number two."

I described Aisha in great detail, perhaps too detailed. But the saleswomen took in in stride, and I followed her to another part of the store. She pulled out a few lacy baby-doll pieces and I picked out a deep red color that I imagined would look amazing on Aisha's mocha-colored flesh. She added that to the growing collection of garments in her hand, and helped me select a variety of panties in both sizes.

She took them all up to the front counter and started ringing it up.

"Thanks a lot for your help..." and I paused, not registering her name.

"Rachael," she grinned, tapping her name tag.

"I'm ... Rick," I said.

"Had to think about it?" She asked, raising a brow.

"Your beauty distracts me," I said, leaning closer.

"Oh?" She asked, "Tell me more..." then winked at me.

I took the chance and leaned over and related directly into her ear what I wanted to do. Her breath caught as I started whispering what I wanted to do to her with her hair tangled in my fist, shredding her clothes from her flesh. Enjoying every bit of pleasure I could entice from her body until we both sprawled breathless on the floor.

She listened, rooted into place, almost hypnotized by my low growl. It felt like she was entranced by my words and continued to feed her mind descriptions of debauchery flowing in a continuous stream from my lips through her ears and into her psyche. I could taste her arousal rising, her quickened pulse and shallow breaths. She closed her eyes and emitted a soft moan.

I stood back up and watched her with a smile. Her eyes lifted to mine a bit dazed and out of focus. Then she snapped out of the reverie my words had induced, and blushed. Without a word she finished the sale, and I gave her the money. She packaged the garments in two separate bags, for each of my friends. Then stuffed in my receipt.

"I do hope you shop here again," she said, "thank you for your patronage."

I grinned at her and took my bags, heading to the gourmet market to find something for dinner. I reached into the bag and pulled out the receipt.

Rachael had scrawled her phone number along the top. The words, 'Call me,' were double underlined, then she decorated her name, Rachael, with a small heart. I flipped up my phone, and added her digits to my contacts, and put the receipt away.

I made quick work of grocery shopping. The gourmet store had an already prepared Italian dinner with lasagna, a Caesar salad, and tiramisu. Instructions for baking the lasagna were included. I also asked for help with some wines to pair with the meal, and added a couple of bottles of wine to my list.

Finally burdened with my collection of bags, I made my way back to my car. After I stowed my treasures in the trunk, I slipped into the driver's seat and backed out into the parking garage. As I was leaving the building, my phone rang. I pressed a button on the console to answer.

"Hello?" I said not recognizing the number.

"Trick?" asked Aisha, "Is this you?"

"Yeah, Aisha," I said, "I was just thinking of you."

"And I you, Trick," she replied, making me smile. "I would like to take you shopping with me tomorrow. Are you free?"

"I don't have anything planned presently," I said, grinning.

"I need to replace my swimsuit, Trick," she said, "some scandalous man ripped it from my body!"

"What a scoundrel," I said, "What time were you thinking?"

"Two?" she said with a question in her voice.

"I'll pick you up at your place," I said, "And I'll take you shopping in my car, I think I owe that much to you, after your troubling experience."

"It is a date, then," Aisha said, "And Trick, it was not a horrible interlude, I quite enjoyed it actually. I only mourn for the loss of my bathing suit."

"We will get that settled, I promise." I said, "Are you home now? I picked up a gift for you?"

"Sadly, I am not at home," Aisha said, "I am visiting my parents tonight for dinner. I shall not be home until very late."

"I'll save my gift until I see you tomorrow then." I replied

"Splendid," she said, "Good bye for now, Trick." and she disconnected.

I parked in my spot in the garage, and carried my packages to the elevator. As I was waiting, the pixie cut redhead from earlier came up and stood behind me. Though she was taller than Aisha and Celia, she still had to look up at me.

"You're new." she said, more a statement than a question.

"Yep, just moved in," I said smiling down at her.

The doors opened and we walked in. She pressed the button for her floor and I stored the number in my memory.

"Would you mind pressing four for me?" I asked, "My hands are full."

She smiled then pressed my floor, "Not a problem, but too bad your hands are full?"

"Oh, why's that?" I asked.

"Oh I was imagining your hands full of me," she winked teasingly, letting her eyes wander up my body.

"Rain check?" I asked as the doors opened to my floor.

"Definitely," she said as I backed out of the elevator, "I'm Lana," she called, then sang out her room number.

"I need a planner," I thought to myself.

I fiddled with my phone to open my door and managed to open it up without dropping a bag. I placed the gift bags on the counter, then checked the time and the instructions on the lasagna. Perfect timing, I'd have dinner ready by seven. I preheated the oven, while unpacking the lasagna, starting the timer after I slid the pan into the oven.

I pulled out dishes and plates, setting the table. Silverware, glasses, wine flutes, even some linen napkins Sammi had managed to find. Suddenly there was a flash and a small pop, and a bouquet of flowers and some candles appeared on the counter, a sticky note stuck to one of the candles.

"Enjoy your date, Rick!" Sammi signed, with a heart for the dot over her name.

"Thanks Sammi," I called into the air, and finished with the table.

There was still a lot of time til the lasagna was finished cooking. I took my phone and headed to the bedroom. True to her word, Sammi had filled my closet with a collection of outfits for all occasions. It was too soon to dress up though, so I flopped on my bed, and slipped the phone from my pocket.

I added Aisha's name to the contact list from my list of calls. Then pressed on Rachael's name. The line started ringing and I held the phone to my ear.

"This is Rachael." the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"This is Rick," I said, wondering if she'd connect my voice.

"Oh," she said, "just a second."

I could tell she was talking to someone in the room, and she excused herself. I heard a door shut then she talked back into her phone.

"Fuck," she said, "Do you know how wet you made me with your devious whispers?"

"I do now." I chuckled, "Take off your panties."

"You're a mind reader now, too?" she said.

I could tell she was moving around and I enjoyed the idea of her stripping off her panties.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"My bedroom," she said, "my roommates are making supper, so I have to be... quiet."

"Everything off," I growled, "I want everything off and a horny naked Rachael on her bed."

"Yes sir," she gushed, "just taking off my bra, and there it goes. All yours."

"Kneel for me, Rachael, in the center of your bed" I said, "face the door, spread your thighs, and bow your head. Center your thoughts on me."

I stripped off my trunks and my shirt, and stood naked stroking my cock. I listened to her breaths as she moved into the position I wanted, I could taste her arousal on my tongue. I reached out to feel her, and pinpointed her apartment, her room and her bed.

"Sometimes you gotta say, 'What the fuck!'," I thought to myself, "Apologies are better than permission," and I pushed my form to that spot.

With a small pop, I appeared in Rachael's bedroom, and her eyes widened in shock, then arousal. She kept her hands on her thighs, and watched me entranced. Her eyes dropped to my cock and she licked her lips.

"Are you a dream," she whispered, staying just as I had told her.

"I'm more real than you know," I snapped my fingers and pointed to my feet. "I want you here. Now."

She slipped her feet from under her and dropped to her knees on the floor, then knelt at my feet looking up at me. Her eyes flicking to my strained erection.

"Worship my cock," I said, sensing her desire and giving her the command she needed.

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

With a moan her hands were stroking my cock. She pushed back the foreskin and lapped at the tip of my cock.

"I didn't say you could use your hands," I growled.

I felt her sexual desire pulse as she pulled her hands behind her back and rubbed her cheek along my cock. She sunk into the submission she craved, and her lips opened up and consumed my cock, sucking the crown into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the glans. Her eyes locked on mine as I watched her. She kept quiet, as she savored my flavor, my pre-cum flowing over her tongue.

I combed my fingers through her tight curls, and gripped tightly. Her eyes widened as I took some control and pressed my cock deeper into her mouth. There was another pulse of desire from deep within her. She craved my fist in her hair, my fingers gripping her flesh, devoted to my service.

"You liked my tale I told you in your store, didn't you?" I asked, not really needing an answer.

She nodded, with my cock in her mouth, pulling back as she looked up at me.

"I'm yours." she said, "Use me, that's all I want."

I closed my fist into her curls and tugged, "Stand," I said, as I pulled her to her feet.

I looked and saw the door to her en-suite bathroom and pressed her ahead of me to the door. She groaned at the pricks of pain from my hair pulling. I spanked her ass once. To hurry her, but not wanting to add more noise that might leak into the main space her roommates had occupied.

I closed the door behind us, and then using my grip pushed her over the counter. Her eyes blazed looking at me in the reflection in the bathroom mirror. I looked up and while the image was me, it wasn't familiar, it wasn't Tom... Rick, whatever.

"Spread your legs," I growled into her ear.

My cock was pressed into her ass cheek, and I felt her move. Her breaths were short pants of pent up need. Her face flush as I pulled her head back lifting her chin.

I spanked her ass hard, because I wanted to. I felt her body shift against the edge of the counter. Her breath caught and she bit her lip to not scream out. I spanked her again, firmly, watching her eyes. She nodded, her mouth opening as she processed the sharp pain.

"More please," she said, "I'm yours, all of me... any thing you need."

I cupped her sex and spread my fingers. Her ass was hot from my heavy blows, her cunt molten and dripping. I pressed two fingers in and she pushed back against me, craving more. I slapped her ass with my other hand.

"Stay still," I said.

Her eyes closed and she stilled her hips from moving then looked back up at me.

"Good girl," I said, and gripped my cock.

I painted her engorged folds with the pre-cum streaming from my cock. She whined, but stayed still, her need palpable. I slid my swollen knob between her folds and pressed into her. She groaned as her cunt opening stretched.

"AAAHHHHOOOOOHHFUUUCKK," screamed loudly as I thrust into her.

Her eyes widened realizing how loud she was and she bit her lip. We both stayed silent, my cock embedded in her throbbing cunt.

"Rach?" a voice said through her door, "You okay?"

Rachael looked at me wildly, then opened her mouth, I nodded permission.

"Stubbed my fucking toe in the bathroom," Rachel said loudly, "I'm fine, just hurt like a bitch."

"Oh okay," came the voice, "Dinner will be ready soon,"

We heard the music turn back up, and she looked back up at me.

"May I move," she asked, "I want to grind into your cock," she whispered.

I nodded, "show me how much you want this," I growled.

She started to press her hips back, pushing against me, getting some space between her hips and the counter. Then gyrated as she leaned forward and pressed back.

"Fuck," she groaned at the feeling, "You're a monster, aren't you, a fucking sex god with a monster cock."

I allowed her to grind her cunt back into me, fucking herself. I watched her eyes as she stared at me. I gripped her hair tight again, then pulled my free hand over her mouth.

"My turn," I growled and slammed my hips into her driving my cock deep.

She nodded as I kept her quiet. My hand pulling from her curly locks to the top of her ass. Her cheeks were perfect, two halves of a heart. They rippled as I held her down against the counter and drilled steadily into her cunt. She grunted into my palm, her hips went still under my control.

I pounded into her until I felt her cunt start to pulse. Then I drove in deep and stilled, then pulled my hand from her mouth, and shifted my arm under her neck. Her eyes widened, as I arched her back revealing her delicious pale tits in the mirror. They were capped with rigid pink nipples that looked like they could cut marble. I dropped my hips and drove my cock into her. The head pressing over her g-spot as my thrusts lifted her to her toes.

She rolled her head back against my shoulder as my arm compressed her neck, holding her against me. I wrapped my other hand around her waist, and dropped it to the edge of the counter. In the mirror I saw her bright red strip of hair, and my fingers dropped to find her clit and circle it. Through all of this my cock sawed in and out of her tight cunt, and I could tell she was on the edge. She tensed as I growled in her ear.

"Look at yourself," I growled, "Watch yourself cum in my grip. CUM for me now."

Her gaze slipped from watching my eyes in the mirror to her own, and I watched her pupils dilate. Her mouth opened up and then she bit her lips as her body froze then shuddered. Her thighs clenched and twitched as her cunt clamped around my cock. I pulled my arm from her throat and covered her mouth. She screamed into my palm as her body broke in wave after wave.

I drove my cock into her over and over. Her pert breasts bouncing as she watched herself. She was like a cock puppet and I was her puppeteer. With a low growl, I slammed my hips up hard, and released a torrent of my cum into her womb. She shuddered and thrashed as another orgasm tore into her nervous system.

I stilled as my balls emptied, her cunt clenched and milked my cream. Her eyes blurred as her head lolled to the side. I pulled my hand from her mouth. She rolled her head back, her hand reaching behind my head, pulling me to her. I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangled. Her eyes slipped open to look at me, then shifted to our reflection.

"Fuck," she sighed, "I've never..."

"You will again, often." I replied.

"Oh please," she said, "Don't be a dream."

I smiled then vanished, appearing back in my bedroom. The timer for the lasagna was chiming, and I hurriedly went down the stairs, my cock bobbing. To take it out of the oven, and let it rest. Then shaking my head I popped myself back to my room. My phone was ringing.

Rachel's name appeared and I answered.

"That was real, right," she said, "Please tell me it was real."

"Completely real," I said.

"Fuck Rick," she said, "I don't understand. How..."

"Rachael." I said interrupting, "You don't need to know how. Your place is on your knees in front of me isn't it."

"Yes sir," she said and moaned feeling her submissive arousal perk.

"Sir or Master," I offered, "Your choice. This one time."

"Master," she said.

"Good girl," I said, "Enjoy your dinner."

"Yes Master," she said and I felt her smile before I disconnected.

I showered quickly, as time was running short. Seven was approaching, and I wanted to look good for Celia. I dried off looking at my reflection, it certainly wasn't the old Tom, though some of his mannerisms were still present. My frame was lean and muscular, broad chest, and rippled abdomen. My cock hung down between my full testicles, and even deflated was an impressive size. I was ready.

I turned to get dressed just as Sammi popped into my apartment in front of me blocking my way.

"Does the concept of pitchforks escape you?" she asked, annoyed.

"I was careful, I was in control. If I wasn't I would have enjoyed Rachael's roommates too had they interrupted," I answered and tried to slip past her.