Purely F****** Sinful

Chapter 2

The door shut behind him as Chase led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.

Chase turned his back to the woman and approached the bar. "Can I offer you a drink?" he called over his shoulder. He eased a bottle of one of his finest Napa wines from the rack and splashed its fruity contents into two small champagne flutes. One glass already contained an inconspicuous pill, colorless and odorless, that quickly dissolved, leaving no trace.

When Chase turned around his eyes widened. Both wine glasses escaped his grasp, shattering on the marble floor at his feet. The woman stared at him with a seductive smile. Her red dress was merely a pile of fabric puddled on the floor around her spiky heels.

Chase beheld the naked body of a classical goddess: proud plump round breasts with small light brown areolas surrounding perfect erect n*****s; a flat flawless stomach and shallow navel above pristine trimmed pubic hair with just a thin landing-strip; and a wickedly sexy smile that could sway the minds of kings and courtesans.

This one will fetch the highest dollar yet," he thought. No reason he couldn't have a little fun beforehand, though.

"I think we'll skip the drinks for now," Chase said, stepping over the mess of glass on the floor. He couldn't care less about cleaning up. The charwomen could tend to that in the morning.

He approached her slowly. She stepped away from her dress and walked to the couch, clicking in her stilettos. He caught up to her, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her toward him.

She aimed her mouth toward his. Their eyes locked onto one another as they leaned forward. Travis' mind was blown by the sensations of this woman's explosive kiss. Never had he felt this much energy, this much arousal, from just a kiss! Then her perfume's scent hit his nose like a late spring breeze, ever so sweet and delicious. He was completely lost in her embrace, her hands on each of his cheeks, exploring his mouth with her agile tongue. He felt a twinge in his groin. His c**k strained outward against the fabric of his trousers.

"You're too dressed for this occasion, stud".

Hearing her words for the first time was like listening to the songs of angels. Chase removed his hands from her waist, almost involuntarily, to unwrap his tie and unbutton his shirt. For a wealthy business man, he had quite the well-kept body. His chest was slightly hairy but quite muscular, his beefy pecs matched with impressive toned abs. He made quick work of his garments. He finally undid his belt. His trousers fell easily to his ankles.

"Still too dressed."

Chase slid down his black boxer briefs, stepping out of them along with the wadded puddle of his trousers. Only thin dark socks remained on his body.

"Close enough."

She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to her mouth once more. Her other hand found his fully erect c**k pointing directly at her. Chase felt her hand glide up and down his shaft like silk sheets blowing in the wind while her tongue danced an inviting ballet in his mouth.

His senses were completely overwhelmed. Her beauty: flawless. Her voice: mesmerizing. Her smell: intoxicating. Her taste: delicious. Her touch: absolutely orgasmic.

Chase' knees began to buckle from the pleasure of this woman's skillful pumping of his c**k. She pushed him down on the couch before he had the chance to fall over.

The woman gracefully squatted to the floor. She perched before him and admired his stiff c**k sticking straight up in the air. Grabbing the base of his shaft in one hand, she pointed him towards her lips. The nerve endings in the head of Chase' p***s responded like electric shocks as she kissed and licked from tip to shaft to base. Then with a sexy grin, she took him into her mouth.

All of him.

Mesmerized by her ability to take his full length into her mouth, Chase let out a sigh of complete contentment. His balls began to swell as she worked her mouth up and down his c**k with rapid yet smooth momentum. She suddenly stopped, his c**k wedged down the back of her throat, and licked the underside of his balls.

How did she know he liked that so much?

Oh God! Too much!

Chase' orgasm came rushing through his entire body. Moaning aloud, he shot stream after stream of hot sticky c*m deep into the sexy goddess' mouth. She didn't even flinch as his seed trickled down her thirsty throat."

"Mmm, salty."

She stood and stared down at him.

"I hope you have more for me."

Chase gasped heavily, like he had just run a marathon. He looked down at his p***s. It was still rock hard, even after the best blowjob he had ever received. No way was he missing this opportunity.

"There's plenty more where that came from," Chase said, his ego running rampant.

She smiled devilishly and turned around, her luscious round ass beckoning him. Placing a hand on each of his knees, she lowered herself onto his lap. Chase felt the tip of his c**k poke the molten hot wetness of her labia. His balls twitched yet again, preparing themselves for the blissful pleasure they were about to receive.

The heat and wetness from her p***y weren't the only things Chase noticed. On her back were the tattoos of large bat like wings that stretched from her shoulder blades to her mid back. Lower, just above her lovely ass, was a smaller tattoo of a devil's tail, coiled up with a spear like tip.

Do you like them?" she asked with a s*x-laden voice.

Chase reached out to touch her back, his fingers outlining the outer edges of the wings. It felt different than the rest of her skin, like leather was sewn into her back. It was so odd, it didn't feel like...

His mind was quickly diverted when she lowered herself onto his c**k, sheathing him inside her. The inner walls of her p***y engulfed him, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. Her p***y was so warm, so wet, so tight! Of all the girls he had s*x with before sending them to be auctioned off, none compared to this.

Chase watched as she expertly rocked her hips, sliding her dripping p***y up and down his full length. Each time she rose, he felt her inner walls clamp down, as if milking his shaft. He was paralyzed -- not that he wanted to move.

The girl dismounted, spun around and crawled back onto his lap. She placed a hand on each shoulder, then impaled herself on his throbbing member. Chase' hands began to massage her breasts that were bouncing up and down from kneading his c**k. She emitted a soft moan. Her orgasm was approaching fast.

"Did you really think putting a roofie in my drink would be able to subdue me?"

Wait. How did she know?

Chase' higher mental functions shut down. All he could think about was how spectacular her warm wet p***y felt and how her hypnotic breasts swung in front of him. Clearly there wasn't enough blood in his body to make his s*x organs work alongside his brain.

She f****d Chase much faster. Her s*x slapped against his pelvis making a loud clapping noise that echoed through the room. Chase thrust back into her with perfect rhythm. His balls were about to spill their contents inside her.

"Yes! Empty yourself inside me! Fill me!"

Chase looked up at her face and saw two horns extend from the top of her head. His eyes widened in shock and horror as the rigid black horns grew, curving towards the back of her head. He tried to move but his body would not respond. His hips kept thrusting convulsively into her p***y. Chase realized he was no longer in control of his own body.

"Wha- What are you doing to me?!" he yelled.

"Pleasuring you, sweetie," she replied.

Chase tried again to gain control of his body but failed miserably.

"I can't move!"

She placed a finger on his lips, "Shhh. Don't fight. It will all be over soon."

The woman's eyes turn a vibrant red. Chase' face became white with terror as he watched two huge black wings extend from behind her.

This wasn't real. This can't be real!

"Oh it is very real, Chase," she spoke in a dark chilling voice. "How ironic is it that after all those women you sold off to the highest bidder, that your end would come at the hands of one you thought you'd be able to sell?"

"How could she possibly know about that?" was the single thought racing through Chase' brain amidst the rising sense of dread.

"You're no woman. You're a monster!"

Giggling, she leaned forward. "Oh, how right you are," she whispered in his ear.

She slammed down hard onto Chase' c**k repeatedly. His hips worked against his will to thrust himself deep into her core.

"Yes! Release yourself. Give in to your lust, and fill me with your soul!"

Chase was on the edge, past the point of no return. His heart was beating out of his chest and his lungs felt on fire. His second orgasm came forth with such force that it shattered his mind. He shot his semen into her -- and with it, all his life energy. The monster on top of him climaxed as he did, moaning and savoring her own pleasure as well as the energy being pumped into her dripping s*x.