Fantasy The Battered Lamp

I'm sorry, Kyle! "I'm your whore! Please make me cum!" she screamed. Why am I saying this? Why do I feel so out of control? "I'll do anything for you! Please let me cum, Celestite!"

"You're my pretty slave, aren't you?"

That wonderful dildo kept sawing in and out of her pussy. The fire consumed her thoughts, driving everything from her but a desperate needed to please Celestite and cum. "Yes! Your slave! Let me cum, Mistress!"

"Then you'll dump that disgusting boy for me?"

Her mouth opened, about to speak, and then she clamped it shut. No! Remember Kyle! Her boyfriend's face swam in her mind. Something's wrong. She's done something to me. A lust spell? Her lust burned so hot, she could barely think. She needed more, and reached between her thighs, thrumming her clit with her fingers.

"If you dump that boy, you can cum," purred Ms. Franklin.

"No!" she moaned. "No!" I love him!

She frigged her clit faster, imaging it was Kyle fucking her. His loving hands on her back, his wonderful cock pumping in her pussy. Pleasure built and built inside of her, a huge flood that threatened to drown her.

"He cheated on you with Chyna!" Ms. Franklin moaned, fucking her harder. "I saw him!"

A moment of clarity fell on Christy, clearing the lost from her mind for a heartbeat. This is the lust spell that had been cast on Kyle and Chyna. Ms. Franklin was the bitch that cast the spell on them. She's the one that tried to destroy our relationship! Oh, goddess, what have I gotten myself into?

The pleasure crashed into Christy's body.

"He's unworthy of you. Your love is wasted on such a brutish man."

"No! I love him!" she cried out and came.

Prophecy fell upon her.

Her spirit soured out of the house, flying on the black wings of Prophecy. She was above South Hill. Meridian was a ribbon of lights as cars drove north and south, splitting off to go down side streets or pull into the many businesses that lined the busy boulevard. Houses were lit up by yellow flooding out windows or shining from porches, islands surrounded by dark trees. Prophecy circled the community, flying higher and higher, then saw something.

"A storm of sand billows," Christy intoned in a flat voice.

Prophecy dived and Christy clutched her black feathers as they rushed towards the mass of whirling sand. It covered maybe a half-mile of residential neighborhoods. The sand stung as Prophecy flew into the storm, tearing at Christy's soul. She hunched into the spirit's feathers, trying to shield her spirit from the stinging grit. Everything grew indistinct as the storm's yellow haze swallowed Christy and Prophecy. They flew through a neighborhood, the houses shadows. A light burned at a window at the epicenter.

"A gray house sits at the center of the storm."

Prophecy flew to the window; the sand ripped at her soul and tore black feathers off Prophecy's wings and tail. They alighted on the window sill, peering into a large room. It seemed too large inside, taking up more space than the actual house appeared to from the outside.

"The Djinn lies in a passionate embrace with a young woman. They share ecstasy. The woman is not the Djinn's master."

Something scurried on the window sill, a hulking figure made of dust. More scrambled up the siding of the house, their hands shaped into sharp blades that almost gleamed like metal, uncaring eyes fixed on the spirit.

Prophecy fled.

Christy collapsed back into her body. The stone was cold as she quivered. Everyone stared at her, disappointment in their eyes. "Her house is warded," Christy moaned as she writhed, thrust back into her orgasming body. "I couldn't see much details. And she has guardians made of dust. She's powerful."

"Where?"

"South of the College," Christy answered. "I'm not sure. She's warded an entire half-mile area."

"Dammit!" snarled Ms. Franklin. Christy flinched in fear. For a moment the professor's hair seemed to burn, surrounding her rage-filled face with fire.

"I'm sorry," she quailed.

Then Ms. Franklin grew calm, her green eyes falling on Christy with hunger. The strap-on slid off her legs, and the professor walked forward; the teen couldn't help but notice the juices matting the teacher's fiery bush. Ms. Franklin reached out, grasping a handful of her hair, then pulled her face into the teacher's cunt.

"It's alright," Ms. Franklin purred. "Make me cum, and all is forgiven, my sweet Amber."

Christy hated how much she enjoyed the taste of the professor's pussy. Her tongue licked out over and over as she buried her face into the teacher's snatch. Ms. Franklin moaned appreciatively, fucking her cunt across the coed's face.

"Eat me!" she moaned. "Eat me, slave! Make your mistress cum and all is forgiven!"

"Where are we going, Unmei-san?" Fumi asked as they walked to his car.

She was dressed conservatively in a teal cardigan, buttoned up, underneath a heavy jacket. Her skirt was a dark maroon, falling to her calves, and she wore a pair black boots. Her hair fell straight down her back, a pair of hair clips pinned above the ears. She had a light, airy perfume, smelling faintly of lilies.

"How about Red Robin?" Kyle asked her. "We'll have dinner, then there's this movie playing."

"What is 'Red Robin'?"

He explained that to her as he unlocked his car. He could feel Fumi's mother glaring at him from the window. Clearly, she wasn't happy with her daughter dating him even though Fumi was eighteen. Maybe she was offended by his attempts to say good evening in Japanese. Kyle had practiced a little before he left the house, but maybe he mispronounced the phrase.

"So what part of Japan are you from?" he asked as he backed out of the driveway.

"Hokkaido," she answered.

"Is that near Tokyo?" Kyle only had the vaguest knowledge of Japan, and felt a flush of shame. My dad's family is from there. You'd think I'd know something?

She shook her head. "It's the northern island. You are part Japanese, yes?"

"Yeah." He said, smiling, and explained about his dad's family immigrating to America in the thirties and his mom's family fleeing from Iraq in the nineties.

Fumi was shy. Every time he tried to ask her questions about herself, he found himself answering her questions. She seemed to want to know everything about him from his Kendo to his school to what sort of music he liked. She seemed genuinely interested in him, and he found himself opening up more and more.

"Lately things have been crazy," he said.

"Oh, how?"

"I..." Kyle realized what he was about to say I married a Genie and then the girl I grew up with. "I...um...There's been some remolding at my house. So I have to share my room with my sister." A memory of making love to his little sister and Aaliyah rose in his thoughts, their passionate cries echoing in his head, and he felt his cock harden.

"I see," she answered, her voice had dropped an octave and had become smoother, sexier. There was crimson flushing her cheeks, and she shifted in the seat. "That sounds...frustrating."

She licked her lips. I would love to feel those lips about my cock. His nose was filled with her perfume, suddenly so strong, so enticing. He wanted to make love to her right then and now. Just stop his car in the middle of the street and fuck her.

He pulled into the South Hill Mall. The Red Robin shared the Mall's parking lot. His blood boiled with lust and he almost hit an old man as he navigated through the busy parking lot. Wincing, he drove around the cursing man, and tried to pay more attention--it was Saturday evening and the mall was packed. They couldn't even park near the Red Robin, so he found a space in front of Sears.

"Unmei-san," she purred. "Would you like to kiss me?"

He swallowed, surprised by her boldness. "Yes," he answered, leaning over, drawn to her lips.

They were sweet as honey, and as passionate as a hurricane. Her tongue wiggled into his lips, her hands roaming his body, teasing him like a gentle breeze. His own hands found her cardigan, fumbling to unbutton the teal sweater. He reached inside, feeling her small breast through her white blouse and bra.

She pushed him back. "We have to stop, Unmei-san," she panted.

"I don't want to," he said, and kissed her again.

Kyle wasn't sure what had come over him, but she smelled so wonderful, tasted so heavenly, he just couldn't resist her. He had never been so aggressive with a girl before. He barely knew her, and his hands were sliding under her blouse in the busy mall parking lot to feel her tits through her bra. And her hands seemed to roam everywhere on him, stroking his chest, rubbing his bulging crotch, caressing his cheek.

"We must stop," she moaned between kisses as her hands unzipped his pants.

"Do you want to?" he asked her, his fingers rolling a hard nipple between them. He had pushed the cups of her bra up to get access at her firm tits.

"No!"

His cock was out, and she bent over and sucked him into her mouth. He groaned, stroking her blue-black hair as she bobbed on him. She sucked hard and he grunted. The windows were fogging up, hiding them from the gazes of the shoppers moving through the parking lot.

"Fumi," he groaned. "Oh, my god! Your mouth."

She sucked harder. Her tongue swirled around. He squeezed his eyes shut, squirming in his seat. His balls were boiling over. Fumi knew how to suck cock, doing things with her mouth and tongue none of Kyle's other lovers ever had. He thrust his hips up once, and shuddered. His pleasure escaped him, erupting into her hungry mouth. She swallowed noisily and shuddered in the seat, moaning around his cock like she had just cum.

Her scent seemed to lessen, no longer filling his nose so vibrantly. Whatever strange lust had come over him had vanished and he could think again. He opened his mouth to apologize, but she caught him off.

"I hope you do not think I am a...slut," she blushed, licking her lips. "I do not know what came over me."

"No, no," he answered. "It's my fault. I'm sorry for forcing you. I should have stopped."

"Maybe we both got carried away, Unmei-san" she smiled.

"Kyle," he said. "I think after blowing me, you can use my first name."

She blushed again. She was so beautiful when her light-olive cheeks burned with crimson. "Yes, you are right, Kyle-san."

I need to be more careful, Fumi berated herself as they walked into the restaurant. I need to take it slow and not let my desires overwhelm me. Drinking his cum had helped feed her appetite. It wasn't where her body really craved to absorb his seed, but it would tide her over.

The vast majority of men could survive cumming in her mouth. A lot of men could survive cumming in her ass. Only the right man could survive cumming in her pussy. And she was sure that Kyle was that man.

Just like you were so sure of Shiro and Kenji?

Her blood chilled at the intruding thought. If I take it slow, I can figure out if he's the one. "If you find the one," her mother had said, "you will have to take it slow. Start with blowjobs. The more he gets used to you, the sweeter and sweeter he tastes. Then move on to anal sex. Taste the cum that leaks out. When it's sweet, maybe he's the man who can survive your pussy."

Fumi envied her mother for finding the one man for her. Guilt still plagued Fumi. She had barely known any better with Shiro and had let her lust overwhelm her. So with Kenji, she had tried to take it slow, but her lust had gotten the better of her, and she had convinced herself that he was ready for her pussy.

There was one more thing Fumi's mother had told her: "If he's not one hundred percent Japanese from Hokkaido, then there is no way he's the one." Kyle wasn't fully Japanese. So how could he be the one for her? She ignored that nagging voice in her head.

The date was going far better than Kyle had thought. Fumi turned out to be a far 'friendlier' girl than he could imagine. At Red Robin, Kyle found his eyes staring at her tight blouse and it was almost like she could feel his desire, because she leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Meet me in the bathroom," she whispered.

He waited a minute, and followed her into the men's room. A guy was using the urinal, but he didn't seem to notice a cute, Japanese woman slipping in followed by her horny date. Kyle sat on the toilet and she knelt down and gave him another mind numbing blowjob. She swallowed, but grimaced.

"Something wrong?"

"Just bitter," she answered. "I hoped it would be a little sweeter."

"Sorry," Kyle muttered.

"Don't be. I needed that."

"I can return the favor," Kyle said, reaching out to lift up her skirt.

She blushed again. "Oh, no. I climaxed when you did. I love cum. I guess I get off on it." She stood up and grabbed Kyle's face, peering into his eyes. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

She was so different than he first thought. At the dojo she seemed so reserved, as peaceful as a blue sky. Her moods seemed to shift, blowing from lust to amusement to joy to calm at a moment's noticed. She was as free as the wind.

"Yeah," Kyle answered. I fell in love with Christy the first time I saw her, and definitely with you.

"I think fate brought us together." She frowned. "That is the right word, yes? Fate?"

Kyle shrugged. "I guess so."

She kissed him gently, then turned, and slipped out of the bathroom stall, leaving him a little bemused. She was back at the table, sitting reserved like she had the day he had first met her, eating her burger with small bites. It was almost comical, the burger was huge and she took only little nibbles.

She barely ate half her burger. "The portions are so big," she complained to the waiter. "But it was very delicious."

They drove to the movie theater, and saw the very same movie he took Christy to last night. He sat his date in the back corner, hoping to get lucky with her again. Thinking of her blowing him in the crowded theater made his dick hard. Her perfume filled his nose and he wrapped arm around her and found her wet lips.

She couldn't blow him. There were enough people sitting in the theater that he didn't want to risk it, so he covered their lap with his jacket, and her tiny hand pumped on his cock. He kissed her harder, and hiked up her skirt. She tried to stop him, until his hand found her panties and rubbed at her wet pussy. Then she sighed into his mouth, and jacked him faster.

Kyle came first, groaning into her lips, his chair creaking as his body spasmed. He kept fingering her pussy as she broke the kiss and pulled up her hands. In the fast changing light from the screen, he could see his cum glinting on her hands. She licked her hands clean, shuddered and sighed as soft as a spring breeze.

She really loves cum, Kyle thought as her pussy spasmed on his probing fingers. He pulled his hand up, and she smiled as he licked her sweet juices off his hand.

His cum still tasted bitter after the second time Fumi jacked her date off. She sighed. It took weeks for Shiro's cum to taste sweet. Did his ever taste this bitter? It was hard to remember. She had sucked so many guys off, their flavors all blended together after a while.

Kyle nuzzled her neck, licking her ear. He was still so horny. It was fanning her own lusts, and that made her pheromones affect him even worse. A normal guy should be done for hours after how many times Kyle had cum tonight.

He was as solid as a rock, at least his cock seemed to be. "I need more," he whispered, a pleading catch in his voice. "You're just so irresistible, Fumi."

The movie was a mistake. There was no-one sitting near enough to them, and the darkness made them feel all alone and intimate.

"Please." He kissed her. "You're so beautiful and...I love you."

She stiffened.

"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you at the dojo," he whispered in her ear. "That's how I knew that there was love at first sight."

His fingers slid up her skirt. She squeezed her eyes shut as he teased her pussy. "Yes," she moaned. "I love you, too."

"I don't care that we're in a theater. I want to fuck you right here."

"Yes!" No! I can't! He's not ready! The warning voice shook off the fog of her lust as his hands tugged her panties down. "Not my pussy. My ass."

"Sure," he growled.

She turned onto her side, facing away from him. He folded up the arm rest, his crotch pressing against her ass. His jacket still lay across her lap, hiding them as he hiked up her skirt. It was awkward, uncomfortable even, but they were both too horny to care.

His cock poked her naked ass, smearing precum as it searched for her anus. She gasped, his cock pushing past the ring of her sphincter. He slid easily in her. Unlike a human female, her ass lubed itself. Not as copious as her pussy, but enough to let him pump inside her without causing pain. And when he rubbed his cock inside her; she let out a throaty moan.

His dick feels delicious inside me.

I bet it would feel amazing in my pussy!

He pumped faster, breathing in her ear. Fumi closed her eyes, fighting the urge to pop his cock out of her ass and let him slam it home in her pussy. Remember Kenji! Kyle's not ready!

"I love you," he whispered in her ear. "You're so wonderful!"

She smiled. He must be the one! He loves me! He doesn't think I'm a slut!

A shadow loomed over her. She gasped as someone sat down next to her. "Hey, Kyle."

Fumi's ass felt like hot silk as Kyle pumped inside her. He couldn't believe he was doing this. There were people just a few seats away as he pumped inside her ass. But she was just so intoxicating, he couldn't resist her. He felt like he could have done something to make those people not care, but it was so hard to think about anything but fucking Fumi.

"Hey, Kyle."

He froze for a moment, seeing a figure sitting beside Fumi. She was leaning over, her face practically in his lap as Kyle fucked her ass. He recognized that face. His former friend--Braiden. They had been great friends once, but not long after he began dating Christy, his supposed friend had made a pass at her.

"Where did you find this slut?" Braiden asked, stroking her hair.

Kyle didn't know what to say. His hips began pumping; Fumi's ass was too inviting to stop.

"Christy is going to be so heartbroken."

Kyle wanted to deck his former, smug friend.

"Who?" panted Fumi.

"His girlfriend. Poor girl doesn't know what a cheating, sack of shit her boyfriend is. It would be a shame if she found out."

That almost halted Kyle's hips. Almost. Maybe Christy was fine with Chyna, but would she be fine with him taking a girl out on a date? And what about Fumi? She's going to be pissed to find out he already has a girlfriend.

"I'll tell you what, Kyle. If you have your whore suck my cock, I won't tell Christy. For old time sake."

"You asshole!" Kyle groaned, unable to stop fucking Fumi's ass. Her perfume and the grip of her ass compelled him.

Braiden snorted. "You're the one still fucking the whore." He caressed Fumi's face. "She sure looks pretty. How about it, slut? Suck my cock to bail your fuck-buddy out of trouble."

"Sure."

Kyle was stunned. She sounded eager. Fumi bent down and deftly pulled out Braiden's cock, and sucked it into her mouth. Her ass tightened on his cock as she noisily sucked. He couldn't believe this was happening. What type of girl did I fall in love with? Or is Braiden the one that cast the spell on Chyna? Did he just cast one on Fumi?

Aaliyah. I wish to know if Fumi is under any spells?

None. Why do you ask, my husband?

Tell you later. It was getting harder to concentrate with Fumi's bowels wrapped around his cock.

Have fun. Fatima and I send our love.

"Fuck. She is a slut! Where did you find her?" Braiden asked. "You got to hook me up with her number. I would love to give this slut a good time. She seems to love my big cock."

"Shut up!" Kyle hissed.

"That's eight inches of man you're sucking slut! I can't wait to bust a nut in your mouth." Braiden chuckled. "She's sucking harder. The little whore loves cum!"

It was exciting watching Fumi--a girl he was in love with--sucking another guy's cock and getting degraded by him. He fucked her harder, driving her face onto Braiden's cock. His asshole, former friend gripped Fumi's head, forcing her mouth to bob up and down on his cock. He gave a grunt, and he could hear the Japanese girl swallowing his cum.

Her ass convulsed around his cock. The taste of cum seemed to trigger her orgasms. Her velvety, tight hole massaged his cock. His balls were boiling. She had another man's cum in her mouth. He couldn't hold back, and slammed into her and released his built up passion. He shook, body convulsing in pleasure, a muffled grunt escaping his lips.

"What a slut!" Braiden giggled as Fumi sat up, looking back at him. He could see the cum glistening on her lips.

Oh, fuck! Christy's going to learn about Fumi, and Fumi knows about Christy! Panic filled Kyle. He had to get out of there. It was too much. He was going to lose two of his loves. He stood up. Shit, shit, shit!

Kyle fled from her. She'd shown just how much she needs cum, and he'd rejected her. Why wouldn't he? We were on a date and I just blew another guy. Why can't I control myself?

"Too bad he left," the guy she just blew said, trying to put his arm around her. "Guess we can have some more fun..."

Fumi slapped him. "Like I'd want anything more to do with you!" she hissed. "Bakayarou!" Her body itched with disgust at letting the asshole touch her.

Then she chased after Kyle. She had to explain to him, make him understand that she loved him. She just had to have cum. Kenji had understood, and she felt Kyle might as well. He has to understand! I just know he's the one for me!

She found him outside the building, leaning against the wall. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed. She took a deep breath. "Kyle?"

He flinched, opening his eyes. "I'm sorry, Fumi. I'm such a piece of shit."

"What? I was going to apologize for my behavior."

He blinked. "You're not mad?"

"About what?" She was confused. He didn't seem angry at all about her behavior.

"I have a girlfriend."

"Oh." She had been too preoccupied with the cock in her mouth and the one in her ass to pay attention to the disgusting words the stranger had uttered. A girlfriend? Well, I can hardly be angry about that. "Perhaps, we should wait to have another date until you break up with her."

"I love her." He ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck. I love you both."

He was cracking, a strong rock slowly stressed by the heat and cold until fractures spread across his face. "You love her? And me?"

"Yeah. What type of terrible person am I?"

"I don't think you're terrible," Fumi told him, reaching out to touch his chest, above his heart. "You seem to have a generous heart."

He seemed to relax.

"I understand," she continued. "I have my...appetites. I'm addicted to cum. One man could never be enough. That doesn't mean I don't love you, and I certainly do not love the other men. But if you can accept that, I can accept sharing you."

He looked at her. "It was kinda exciting," he admitted. "Watching you. And Christy seems to be fine with sharing me. We've had a threesome before. Maybe..."

"Oh, well, I'm not interested in women," Fumi answered. "But, I guess, for you I could..."

"Well, he's probably going to tell Christy, and that might be the end of us."

She hugged him. "Maybe not. I did make him cum. I'm sure he'll keep his word."

"Maybe," Kyle smiled, but it seemed sad, resigned.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," Fumi smiled. "When can we have a second date?"

"Sure." He thought for a moment. "Tomorrow?"

She sighed. "No. There is something at my father's work."

"Wednesday?"

"Not sooner?" she asked.

Kyle shook his head. "No. I don't think so. Christy and I study at my house on Mondays, and Tuesday is training at the dojo."

"Sounds good." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I should be getting home. My mother worries."

He laughed. "She doesn't seem to like me."

"No. She's...protective."

He kissed her, and that got her heart racing. She could feel his lust growing, and her body reacted, producing the pheromone that made men desire her. She broke the kiss, and headed for his car before anything happened.

Every time they stopped at a light, Kyle's hands were on her. Rubbing her thighs, her breasts, her face. She was going to have to blow him when they arrived at her house. Her body ached for cum. Even the cum he shot in her ass only held off her true hunger. Maybe it was good that he has another woman. If he stays so horny, it would be best for him to have another release for his libido until he is ready for my pussy.

The moment he pulled into her driveway, she was pulling his cock out and sucked him into her mouth. He tasted wonderful! She wanted his cock inside her pussy, she sucked harder and harder. He groaned, then he pushed her mouth off his cock.

"I need your pussy!" he groaned.

Oh no! Fear pumped like ice through her veins as she realized their date had went on too long, her desire for him was too great. He had been around her too much, soaking in her pheromones.

He opened the car door, racing around. His dark-olive face twisted with passion and his dark, Asian eyes were almost black; his pupils were fully dilated. "I need you!" he groaned, his voice thick.

"No!" she shouted.

He ripped open her door and pulled her out roughly. Her pussy wept juices as he manhandled her. She felt so weak, so helpless, and he was so strong--excitement burned inside her. He reached under her skirt and ripped her panties down.

"We can't!" she protested, even as she pulled him to her and spread her legs. This is what she needed. "Fuck my ass! Please!"

"No!" he roared; his voice rough, gravelly. "I need to be in you!"

She gasped, shuddered, and came as he entered her pussy. He's not ready! a voice screamed inside her. She fucked her hips against him, not caring. She needed his cum as badly as he needed to be in her. Nothing else mattered but satisfying her appetite.

She didn't even care that he would die when he came in her. She was too lost to her hungers.
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