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Archive name: devil.txt (MF, vamp, religious imagery)
Authors name: Rocket Blast (rocketblast_76@yahoo.com)
Story title : Devil's Daughter

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Devil's Daughter (MF, oral, vamp, religious imagery)
By Rocket Blast (rocketblast_76@yahoo.com)

***

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 story like this in 
the first place, but just in case, there are some 
naughty references. I just call it like I see it.

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 
and 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 reconcile 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 he 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 fumbled with the keys at his door, but soon opened 
it 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 glass 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 you go," he proffered the glass, which she took 
gently. 

"Thank you," she said with a smile. She patted the couch 
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.

"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. His breathing was heavy 
already. She wondered if he was a virgin. If he was, it 
would make it 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 the 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. Then she reached out to 
one of the glasses and dipped her finger into it. A bead 
of wine clung to her fingertip as she slowly pulled her 
hand away from the glass. She brushed the bead over her 
nipple, causing the wine to cling to her nipple. The 
binging 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, offering it to him. Then she craned 
her head and licked her nipple herself. She looked up at 
Stan through a lock of hair that had fallen across one 
eye. 

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, whatever it was.

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, Stan guessed. 

All the while, Stan was balancing the two goblets in his 
hands, trying hard to concentrate on the task at lip as 
well as the tasks at hand. 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 pushed the straps of 
her dress off of her shoulders and let it drop to the 
floor. She stepped out of her black stilettos and pushed 
them and her dress out of the way. As she sat back down 
on the couch, she Stan got a glimpse her perfectly 
rounded ass.

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 it. 

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. 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 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 knowingly and he seemed to get 
the message. "I want you to strip down to nothing." She 
reached out and took the goblets from him so he could 
undress more easily.

Nervously Stan stripped off his clothing. 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. 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 represented 
to her.

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 him 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 surgeon's scalpel. With a gentle 
twist of her head, she cut into the flesh of his penis 
just enough to open the large blue blood vessel 
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 him 
deeper and sucking harder. As she did this, she drank 
more of his blood. 

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 traveling 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 an exquisite cocktail of life.

Like so many before him, Cyla watched the goblets, still 
half-full of wine fall as Stan dropped from 
consciousness. The goblets fell onto 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 she 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 minidress 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 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'd had a Porsche. Expertly, 
she backed out of his driveway and sped off into the 
moonlit night.

END

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