I’d never even read anything about a young boy as aggressive as this before but I was too drunk and now WAY TOO HORNY to stop myself. My shoulders s...nk as I relaxed back into the couch and began to enjoy the boys touch. My lose cloth shorts were no match for the small sly finger work of this boy, soon he had worked my cock out the base of one of the short legs. I wiggled a bit to allow the shorts to shift & provide even easier access. He began to stroke my cock ever so gently up & down, with a. His cock deep inside me made me a part of him. Our bodies slipped and slid along each other until he finally emptied his hot seed in me.Even in the throes of my orgasm, with his face buried in my neck and my mouth right over his throbbing jugular, my fangs never dropped. Had I been perishing from starvation I could not have bitten him. All I needed was him.When he finally fell asleep that night, I couldn't. I had pillowed my head on his chest, my fingers tracing the muscles there, listening to. When he thought of any stereotypical Karen, she dressed the part. With cropped hair, sunglasses and a bad attitude, it was no wonder she even talked to him. Only time she did is when she needed something at her behest and never small talk. He knew immediately speaking before she did annoyed. “Sis?”She sighed. “I need your help with moving some stuff around the house.”“And?”“And what?”“It would be nice to be asked,” he said with a shrug. “Are you serious right now?” she asked with an indignant. She'd invoked 'sir' but I really didn't want to 'force' her to stay if she needed some time alone. Balancing my dom act with my long practiced doormat persona was going to be a challenge."Um ... this slave would humbly ask if you could spend the rest of the weekend as Sir..." She faded out, not meeting my eye."Ann. Look at me." I said firmly. Her head shot up. "What did I say last night about simpering acolytes?" Her eyes widened a bit."That ... um ... you didn't want any, Sir?" She looked a.