My latest victim was a photographer I met at a night club in Miami. His name was Lyle and he came on to me pretty quickly after I got in the club and got my drink. I remember him yelling over the hip-hop music about how he couldn’t believe how photogenic I would be, and how he wanted to take pictures. He said I was a natural beauty. I initially rolled my eyes, thinking he must say this to all the young girls he comes across. Since he wouldn’t let it go, and the beat of the music was adding to my hunger, I let him buy me drinks, danced with him, and eventually allowed him to take me back to his studio. Poor thing didn’t know what hit him.
We entered his place and I saw his studio. It had black walls and a single fern plant, of all things, sitting there on that black floor. He got his camera set up while I disrobed before his lens. I could see his cock growing huge in his pants when the last thing I took off was my black thong panties. I made sure he got a view of my ass, which I’m very proud of by the way, when I bent over and let them slip down to my ankles.
Lyle took a bunch of shots of me, instructing me how to pose and give him the look he wanted. I pushed my ass out, shoved my tits together, and kept giving him a fuck-me stare. I must admit I was letting my vampiric hunger take over. Without him telling me to do so, I started fingering my pussy and licking my slick fingers. Lyle took the hint and stepped in front of the camera while taking his clothes off. He was built really well, with washboard abs and toned legs. His cock stuck straight out at me, and I grabbed it when he brought it to me.
I sucked him off really well. Having a good 100 years to practice really makes a girl good at it, let me tell you. Lyle almost let loose, but I pinched him off and told him to return the favor. He found a padded chair for me and I sat in it pulling my legs apart just like Amile Madison did so many years ago. Lyle lunged into my sweet sex and sucked on me like a hungry puppy. I creamed his mouth so fast and hard. If he wanted to pull his head away, I wouldn’t let him because I locked my hands behind his head and held him there firmly.
I shouted out and dug my heels into his back as I shuddered my first of many orgasms that night. I could already feel him start to shrink. Lyle wanted to get inside me, so I let him play before he shrunk too much. He plunged that southern snake into me and reamed me good. I have to say he fucked me better than so many other men before him. This boy knew what he was doing. I think that’s when I started to grow right before his eyes. The feel of him sliding deep inside me made my giantess body go into overdrive. I grew while he fucked me. Lyle had his hands on my supple ass and his mouth planted on my pert nipple all the while he pumped.
Soon my nipple popped out of his mouth because I grew too tall for him. He opened his eyes and noticed not even his arms could reach around my hips anymore. He held my waist and looked up at me, astonished at my new size. I, however, had my head tossed back and kicked over his camera stand, busting his expensive Minolta. He started to protest my clumsiness, but I clutched him firm and told him not to stop.
We fucked like animals until he became too small to make a difference inside me. I lifted him off me, lay him on the floor, and straddled his body. I told Lyle to lift his legs up straight off the floor. I pushed my pussy on his feet and drove them deep into me until they hit my cervix. Lyle, I remember, now was thrashing his body beneath me, scared at our new sizes, but I didn’t care. I was lost in my pleasure. I hopped on his legs until I bathed him in my juices. When I reached my next climax, I squeezed him out of me and diddled my clit until I gushed.
Lyle was showered in my expulsion of cream. It made his body so slick, so sweet tasting. I picked him up just then and pushed him feet-first into my mouth. He screamed like a little baby that I was going to eat him, but I just wanted my taste from his body. I swirled my tongue around his little body, sucking my juice off his form. When he calmed down enough to realize I wasn’t going to eat him, I slipped his spent body out of me and set him on the ground.
He looked up at me, wiping my saliva and pussy juice from his face and hair, with my pussy just inches from his head. I sat on my left leg and braced myself by clutching my ankle and my thigh. I gave him a show he would never forget, with my open pussy yearning for him.
“What the hell happened to us?” he asked. I didn’t answer him. He was in no position to ask me anything. “I thought you were going to eat me before, popping me in your mouth like that.” I just laughed.
“I am not going to eat you, little Lyle,” I said, looking down at him. “Not with my mouth anyway. My pussy wants you instead!” He didn’t know what I meant by that, so I quickly grabbed him with my right hand and pushed him head-first into my soaked vagina. I remember his legs kicking so violently in protest, but I just kept shoving him in deeper.
I used him like a dildo for a bit, getting in another good fucking. His antics inside me felt so good I came again, making such a mess on his hardwood floor. When he began to tire, I pushed him in all the way, until only his feet remained outside. I know what I do is wrong, but God damn it, when my hunger won’t leave me alone until it’s satiated, what’s a girl to do? I sealed him inside my pussy and let my body do the rest. I could feel him dissolving inside me and my youth returning.
Looking into the mirror, I saw the same gorgeous woman I knew back in the 1800’s looking back. Is that woman a monster? Well, that’s what this confession is for. I will let you, the reader, decide. Try not to hate me. I’m a creature of compulsion, and a creature driven to survive. Also, if you feel something is amiss the next time you pick up such a willing woman in a bar or a night club, just remember now, she might be one of us. She’s just feeding her hunger, like me.
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