1. Demon Meets Dominatrix


    Date: 12/27/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Extreme, Horror, Reluctance, Author: epartan, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    I was on the prowl again, looking for the man who would be my prey. I loved finding the perfect guy, the one that was so self confident with all of the women in the bar, and making him beg at my feet by the end of the night. I had that kind of body, I was that kind of woman, with an indomitable will. The best part was that the guys that I took home were too concerned about their alpha male personas to warn their friends about me. I always had the pick of the litter, no matter what bar or smoky and seedy nightclub I found myself in. On that particular night I was struggling to find my man. I had taken a chance by going to a questionable club that had been suggested to me by a girlfriend. It was dark and the music was loud, the shadows of figures getting down and dirty on the crowded dance floor turning me on the more I lingered around the bar area. I was certain I could see more than one man getting a blowjob right there on the floor, and I had no doubts that plenty of the grinding going on was much more than dancing. No wonder they had to keep the music so loud, to drown out the sounds of moaning. Just when I was beginning to think I wouldn't find my perfect fodder, a man approached the bar with a woman on each arm. To say that he was handsome would really be a disservice, because he looked like a Greek Adonis, carved from marble and walking freely by some magic. His eyes were powerful, his look was serious and all I wanted to do was see his statuesque body crumble under ...
    my touch. As he approached the bar I caught his eye and gave him a smile, brushing my hair away from my face and mouthing a kiss at him. The woman that he was with looked drunk or high, the way that they seemed to sway unsteadily as they walked. He had them sit down at the bar, ordering them drinks and leaving them there. I wondered just what he had done to those poor girls. As I looked at them closer I saw that their clothing was askew and that they had clearly left their bras behind somewhere in this club, or had never worn them in the first place. He sat down right next to me, and I knew that I was in for some real fun tonight. “Some women just can't handle my charisma.” He began. I noted his deep voice and the clarity of his pronunciation. He either handled his alcohol well, or he hadn't been drinking at all, which I considered odd given the state of the two women. “Those two didn't last very long. I think they were lying to me when they told me that they could go all night.” I gave him a little chuckle and narrowed my eyes before responding in a sultry tone. “That's too bad... but maybe I can help you out with that if you treat me right. They call me 'all-night Alex' for a reason.” He raised his eyebrows. “Oh really? I love a woman who is confident in her abilities. But you should be careful, I may like it a little rougher than you would like.” His warning just made my pussy wetter in anticipation of watching him break. He wouldn't last ten minutes once I had worked him ...
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