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Subject: {ASSM} Devil's Daughter (mf, oral, vamp, religious imagery)
Date: Fri,  8 Feb 2002 16:10:05 -0500
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RB76

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Title: Devil's Daughter
Author: RocketBlast_76@yahoo.com
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Note: This story contains what some would term as intense imagery and
blasphemy. If you are devoutly religious, I doubt you'd be reading a
storylike this in the first place, but just in case, there are some
naughty refernces. I just call it like I see it.
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Stan couldn't believe his luck as he glanced over to see the gorgeous
woman sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Wearing a short, black
miniskirt and top, Cyla sat relaxed and sure of herself. She noticed
Stan's glance returned it with a prize-winning smile and a wink from
her silver eyes. 

Stan was beside himself. A tactful and romantic flirter he was not,
but this alluring woman seemed drawn to him, almost as if every word
that passed his lips was golden. He was confused and anxious. Cyla
certainly seemed to be experienced, an assumption of her sexual
prowess just based on the poise and confidence she had displayed so
far. Everything about her seemed to point to her wanting him, but Stan
had never had any pursue him... at least not that he knew of and
certainly not of this caliber of a woman. 

As they drove down the road, Cyla turned on the radio and tuned it to
a heavy metal station. Orgy's rendition of New Order's Blue Monday
played in the background of the tire noise on the road. Stan didn't
talk much, mostly because he was trying to reconciliate the night's
events thus far and struggling to bring them into some framework of
his life experience. He was failing miserably, as his leg's bouncing
up and down was evidence enough of his consternation. Cyla stayed
fairly quiet as well, but for an entirely different reason. She
reached out and put her hand on Stan's thigh;

"Calm down," she said softly, "I don't bite." 

Stan smiled awkwardly. "I am. I..." he trailed off. He realized what
hes was about to say, which followed along the lines of 'I don't
normally find myself in this situation.' That'd been a way of blowing
things he thought. Stan's fragile confidence was waning.

She smiled at him again and said, "OK." They drove on for a few more
minutes and finally came to his house. When he got out of the car,
Cyla stayed seated. Stan walked around to the passenger side of his
Carerra and opened the door for her. 

"Thank you," she said as she took his hand. She didn't need his
assistance, it was all part of the game. 

Stan funmbled with the keys at his door, but soon opened the door to a
well kept, modern style house. It showed that Stan was successful, but
it wasn't Cyla's taste. It was no matter anyway, as she was not
planning on staying there for more than the night. As she looked
around the living room, she saw a nice size TV and audio center and a
plush black leather couch. The couch appealed to her, especially the
way it contrasted with the white carpets. 

"Is there anything I can get you?" Stan inquired.

"How about a galss of wine? Red, if you have it."

"Sure. I'll be write back," Stan assured her. "Make yourself at home."

Cyla flipped on the audio system and tuned the radio to the station
she had been playing in the car. She sat down on the couch and
listened to the music. It was clear that Stan was knowledgeable about
audio systems. The music seemed to envelope her on the couch,
perfectly balanced and full. She spread her arms out along the back of
the couch and closed her eyes, savoring the fidelity. She heard Stan
come back into the room, but she stayed as she was, her neck exposed,
her ample breasts pushed out slightly, midriff showing off her navel
ring. Stan's pace slowed as he came closer to her, a sure sign that he
was appreciating her form. 

"Here's you go," he proffered the glass, which she took gently. 

"Thank you," she said with a smile. She patted the couch space next to
her.  After Stan gingerly sat down, she tipped her glass towards his.
"Cheers" she said as their glasses clinked. The wine was unexpectedly
good. 

She had realized long ago that Stan would not carry on an especially
interesting conversation, but this was no matter. She had a craving
that needed satiating. Cyla was interested in carrying the
conversation, so she decided to cut to the chase.

"Mmm, this is excellent," she said to Stan.

"Thank you. I was in France and I happened by..." 

Cyla interrupted him by putting a finger to his lips. "I don't mean to
cut you off, but I've always loved doing this. Take a sip." As Stan
took a sip, she did the same, and then leaned in towards his face.
Stan swallowed his wine as her lips touched his. Momentarily,  Cyla's
tongue slid into Stan's mouth. As he opened his mouth, he could feel
her tongue slide deeper into his mouth. he tasted the wine on her
tongue and felt some wine flowing into his mouth from hers. She hadn't
swallowed it. Their tongues played together with the wine splashing
about them. As they pulled back, Cyla left the wine in Stan's mouth.
He swallowed it down.

"I love doing that," Cyla said with a hint of desire, the first break
in her smooth, cool aura. 

"That was nice," Stan replied. He breathing was heavy already. She
wondered if he was a virgin. If he was, it would make her seduction of
him that much sweeter.

"I suspect you might enjoy this then." She handed him her glass which
he took. She slid back a bit and untied the front of her black lace
top. As the last bit of string slid from final eyelets, Cyla's breasts
pushed out and apart slightly. The fabric fell to the sides of her
taut, large, C-cup breasts. She cupped her breasts in her hands,
massaging the undersides for a moment or two. She reached out to one
of the glasses and dipped her finger into it. A bead of wine clung to
her finger tip as she slowly pulled her hand away from the glass. She
brushed the bead over her nipple, causing the the wine to cling to her
nipple. She took her finger to her mouth and sucked it in. Stan sat
mesmerized by the droplet clinging to her nipple. Noticing this, Cyla
reached down to her breast and lifted it up. She dropped her head and
licked her nipple. She looked up at Stan through a lock of hair that
had fallen from her up-do, slowly retracting her tongue into her
mouth. 

Stan's mind, by this time, was racing with pure, unadulterated lust.
His cock was becoming uncomfortably restrained in his khakis. He
watched her with fascination; here, in his house, a black haired,
silver-eyed beauty with a need for, for... He didn't know what she
needed, but he knew he would do his best to give it to her.

Cyla reached out to the glass again, which Stan moved towards her,
knowing what she was now doing. She dipped her finger in again and
brought the red, satin liquid to her nipple. She cupped her breast
with one hand and reached around the back of his head with her other
hand. As she pulled his face to her chest, he gazed at the exquisite
dew dangling from her nipple. His lips parted as his lips reached her
breast, his tongue cupping the droplet from the underside. He tasted
the wine as it hit his tongue on its way flicking over Cela's nipple.
He sucked her nipple for a few minutes. Every so often, she'd dip her
finger into a glass and re-wine whatever nipple fancied her. It was a
way of directing his efforts. 

All the while, Stan was balancing the two goblets in his hands, trying
hard to concentrate on the task at lips as well as the tasks at hands.
She raked her fingernails over his back while he sucked and played
with her tits. 

Eventually, she said, "Sit back." He didn't move immediately. "Trust
me, I'll make it worth your while."

He moved back and she stood up. She the straps of her top off of her
shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of her black
stilettos and pushed them and her top out of the way. As she sat back
down on the couch, she pulled the back of her skirt up over the globes
of her perfectly rounded ass. Stan got a glimpse of her cheeks as she
sat down. She pulled her feet up on the couch and spun around to face
Stan. Her legs were folded together, bent towards the back of the
couch. She reached out and got another rose droplet and brought it to
her chest. Just as she reached her chest she looked at Stan and shook
her head, smiling seductively. She slid her hand down and parted her
legs. It was then that Stan saw that her pussy was shaved, except for
a small strip above her clitoris. As her legs spread, the black skirt
slid up onto her hips. 

Stan then realized something that turned him on intensely; she hadn't
been wearing panties all night. Stan's lustful haze was thickened as
he watched Cyla transfer the wine drop from her finger to the hood of
her clitoris. She beckoned him to the wine with a curl of her fingers.
He started to put the wine goblets down, but she reached out and
stopped him, shaking her head. "I like how it looks," she said softly.
He obliged and carefully leaned over to her pussy. As his tongue
touched her pussy, he moaned. He started sliding his tongue along the
folds of her labia towards her wine-tainted clitoris. Cyla directed
his movements with skillful manipulations of his head's position and
moaned to encourage him.

While Stan lapped at her pussy, Cyla started to realize that she still
had not been satiated and none of what was going on now would do it.
Her cravings were intensifying. She needed a drink soon.

"All right, it's time for you to get some attention." Cyla said as she
drew her pussy back from Stan's eager lips.

"What do you mean?" Stan asked.

Cyla just looked at him knwoingly and he seemed to get the message. "I
want you to stip down to nothing." She reached out and took the
goblets from him so he could undress more easily. After he was naked
she motioned him over to the couch. She handed the goblets back to him
and stood up. She turned away from him and bent over, giving him a
vivid looked at her well-licked pussy as she slid her skirt down her
legs. She stood and Stan noticed that another few locks of her hair
had fallen down, beautifully framing her face. Cyla reached for a
glass, took a sip, and handed it back to Stan. She knelt down in
between his legs and carefully slid his cock into her mouth, not
spilling a single drop of the cool, red liquid. Stan felt the coolness
of the wine splashing over his dick, countered by Cyla's hot,
exploring tongue. 

Stan leaned his head back and closed his eyes. As he did this, he
started lowering the goblets. Cyla's noticed this mid-stroke and
reached up, lifting his arms to let him know not to drop his arms.
Secretly, she loved having a man's arms outstretched while she gave
him a blowjob; passionately defiling the image it represents.

She felt the wine warming up from the heat of her tongue and the
friction of her lips sliding up and down his cock. Stan was close to
being ready. Cyla slid his cock deep into her throat, both of them
moaning with pleasure as she did it. She started fondling his balls as
she sucked on his penis, tickling them erotically. 

Stan was following her guidance. He was growing pre-orgasmically numb.
He was oblivious to the world outside of her mouth. He was primed to
go. Cyla glanced up at him, noticing his pose remained static and this
pleased her. His eyes were closed, head lolled to the side, arms
outstretched. She swallowed a bit of the wine, the suction of which
made Stan moan with pleasure, rousing hm temporarily form his haze of
eroticism. Cyla felt her canines descending and sharpening slowly, an
exquisitely painful and erotic feeling. Luckily, they were far enough
apart that Stan's cock slid between them, albeit barely. After they
fully descended, they were as sharp as a surgeons scalpel. With a
gentle twist of her head, she cut into the flesh of his penis just
enough to open the larger blood vessels slightly. She retracted her
teeth back into her jaw and looked up at Stan. He was beautifully
oblivious.

She continued to watch him as she intensified her efforts. As his
blood flowed into her mouth she sucked and swallowed hungrily.
Savoring the taste of his life over her tongue. Stan savoring the
feeling of Cyla's tongue sliding around his cock had started feeling
light-headed. The light-headedness helped induce him to come. He
started panting and moaning more intensely. Every so often he would
hold his breath for a few seconds, trying to increase the orgasmic
buzz that was building in his body. Cyla recognized the signs  and
started taking his cocker deeper and sucking harder. As she did this,
she drank more. 

Stan knew he was about to cum. He felt so incredibly light-headed,
fueled by his impending orgasm and the fact that this beautiful woman
was sucking the life out of him. Suddenly, his body slammed into an
intense orgasm. Cyla felt his semen travelling down his cock before it
started splashing into her mouth. She watched his face and body
contort with pleasure. Cyla sucked harder, her tongue mixing and then
swallowing semen and blood in a exquisite cocktail of life.

Like so many before him, Cyla watched the goblets, still half-full of
wine, drop as Stan dropped from consciousness. The goblets crashed
into the couch, spilling the wine on the leather and then flowing over
onto the white carpet below. Cyla was struck by the thought of how
much the wine falling from the couch looked like a blood-red
waterfall. Cyla took one more drink from the fountain of her life and
then let Stan's semi-flaccid cock fall from her lips. 

She looked down at Stan, unconscious, but not dead... yet. "What a
pathetic species these humans are," she remarked aloud as enjoyed the
contrast of wine stain on the carpet and the blood stain that was
slowly forming below Stan as the last of the spillable blood dripped
from his body.

She slid back into her miniskirt and re-laced her top, once again
confining her perfect breasts. She bent over and took his keys and
wallet from his pants on the floor. As she walked towards the door,
she stopped to check out her appearance in the mirror; perfectly
beautiful, as usual, except for dribble of semen mixed with blood
hung from her lips. She licked her lips and swallowed his remaining
life into her body. She glanced at Stan's reflection behind her in the
mirror. She blew him a kiss and said, "It was fun, babe!" She turned
and walked out of the door. As she left she could hear the radio
playing Devil's Daughter, from Ozzy Osbourne. She smiled to herself.
She let herself into Stan's, no, her car and realized it'd been a
while since she had a Porsche. Expertly, she backed out of his
driveway and sped off into the moonlit night.

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