pole 03

“Oh,” comes a voice from the entranceway. A bag clatters casually to the ground. I whirl around, aghast. “Hi Andrew. Are you Becky’s private? Where is she?”

“Hi, Emily.” My voice is calm, but my mind isn’t. I can hear you hum a self-satisfied little tune to yourself. You’re going to be fed again. “She nipped out. Could you, uh, help Raven dismount? I think she’s stuck.”

Emily strides quickly over, thin, blonde and no-nonsense. Looking a little concerned and a little annoyed that the instructor isn’t present to help. Of course she walks right up to you. Why wouldn’t she?

“I just need to get down,” you say. Your eyes don’t leave Emily as she approached. While your smile is still playful for my benefit, that gaze is wolfish.

“Kick your legs through. Like this.” She demonstrates what she means, which would unhook your legs from their position above your body.

“Like this? … Oh, I can’t do it, I’m scared.” You wet your lips, showing no sign of such fear. “Can you support me?”

Emily hasn’t noticed me slipping away to bolt the door. Instead, and despite a mildly frustrated expression sitting on her elfin features, she immediately comes forward to help. Her hands sink into the flesh of your thighs where she attempts to hold them fixed in space. “If you kick through now then rest your weight on me, I’ll guide you down.” Granted an eyeful of your hanging belly, she looks you up and down. Her colleague and close friend is mush in a chamber about two feet South of where her hands lie. All she sees is smooth skin and rampant fat. You’re so big, Raven.

“Okay, here I go. Catch me, now. …”

You kick through, but push off with your shoulders, too. The hips she thought she’d be guiding to the ground hoik up above her and begin a dramatic fall. Her arms buckle beneath your weight.

Quick-thinker, she steps to the side to avoid the fall. “Careful!” But you’re aiming. By tugging on one silk harder then the other you can control your descent.

Emily gives out about half a shout of fear and alarm before she hits the ground and is buried in a rough 69 position beneath hundreds of pounds of glutton.

You shuffle down to make sure her face is buried in your cloying fat, and then it’s perfect. You don’t even need to try. Athlete though she is, the sheer excess of your belly pins her hopelessly to the ground. Only thigh-down and her left hand are visible. The rest are enveloped in Raven. You feel her struggling against your belly, only the kicking of her legs and the flexing of her hand shows anything at all.

A grumble stalks through your wet guts, like a prowling tiger inches away from Emily’s face. Becky helps keep her pinned.

“Thanks for the ~urp~ help,” you murmur. Then you carefully slice into her spats with long fingernail.

“I can’t believe you, Raven,” I stage-whisper as I jog back over. “Students could come anytime!”

“Plenty of room if they’re all this skinny.” When you lower your lips to her inner thighs she tries to scream and certainly succeeds in twitching her calves harder. You lick and evince the same impotent reaction. You lick again.

“Not unless you leave the bones. And a bloodbath would be… Fuck, Raven, what are you doing?”

“Turning you on. You wanna fuck while I eat her?”

Three more swipes of your tongue on her skin, then I’m moving. I wriggle your gym leggings down the enormous swell of your backside. “’less you’re sucking her in through your belly button you’re going to have to move.”

You wriggle your suddenly nude arse. The cool air of the studio feels crisp on pussy lips already inflamed. “Nuh-uh. Want blood first. Less struggle left in her, that way.”

Struggle doesn’t seem to be a problem. Even with all of her strength we don’t have to even think about restraining her. Your mounds of fat pin her like a hot soft tombstone. Maybe we can hear her try to scream, the sound all bottled up behind mouth and nose smothered with your flesh.

You let out a low moan as you feel two hands grip your backside and a questing tongue part your lips, front to back. You’re so ready you feel on fire. You suckle on your prey’s inner thigh as that tongue skips further and performs a naughty circle around your pucker. You ~hic-bwooouUrpmmm~ and bite in one smooth motion when my tongue penetrates your rectum.

Blood on a rapid heartbeat floods your mouth and you are in bliss. She flows home down your throat and you taste anew the crisp metal of her health. Such a strange pairing, the teasing invasion of your back passage. You grind against my face, desperate for more.

Emily’s feet pound the floor now but her blood tastes cloudy. She is asphyxiating. With a hitch of your hips you allow her to take a deep breath and are rewarded almost immediately with a brightening in her taste. Her lungs work hard to improve her taste for you.

Your hip bump dislodges me from what I’m doing. Soon you feel my thighs against the backs of yours, and my cock lancing hard against your doughy arse cheek.

Your throat bobs as you gulp down more Instructor. My tip angles towards your butthole, but then down to slide decadently between your lips and smoothly into your deep, dark cunt.

The brief vocalisation you make in between a swallow and the blood filling your mouth again is part gasp, part moan. You reach back to slap your own arse higher than I’m inside it.

I get your meaning. “No. Flesh-eaters get fucked in the arse. Vampires get fucked in the pussy. Give me your cunt. And rock forward. Emily can almost watch…”