As soon as she closed the front door behind me, she’d told me to take my panties off (I’d been wearing a skirt). Shocked, I protested. Without a w...rd, she grabbed my arm and marched me into her immaculately furnished living room and bent me over the leather upholstered ottoman, yanked my skirt up over my ass, and proceeded pulled my pink cotton panties down around my thighs before spanking me with the flat of her hand.“As long as you are in my house, young lady, you will follow my rules.” She. Unlike his girlfriend, he loved the attention.The woman walked through the bar and a few men strained to see the swellof her breasts in the fur-lined cleavage she showed. She was barefootand seemed to posses an unnatural grace in her movements. Everyonewatched her and her boyfriend smirked at them all.Slowly, very slowly, conversations started again."Do you think his cock has spikes?" Liam asked his friend quietly."Jesus, man," Jacob hissed, staring at his half-finished glass of beer."He can. ” I held up my hands with a self deprecating laugh and gave the front door a guilty look. I looked back at her. “You're like a drug I want to overdose on. I'd happily go broke and keep sleeping in hotel rooms if we could just keep...doing this.” “Why, Jim. It sounds like you're a romantic.” Was she offering me a chance here? An opening? “And you're beautiful.” I replied. A woman like her obviously got the fact that a guy like me, admitting to his adoration, must have himself in hand over her. “Tobias,” I whisper, my body shaking. “I don't think I can do it again.” My mind says one thing, but my body says another. The truth is, I could do this all day, but my mind control weakens when I do. He growls in response, sinking his fangs into my collarbone. I feel his hips buckle. He pushes his entire length into me. I feel it when he cums. Hot jets of his manhood rush into me. I can feel it in the depths of my stomach. He pulls out of me, his cum still dribbling out of him. My own juices.