I Gave You My Heart
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Mind Control, Drunk/Drugged, Magic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Vampires, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Squirting,
Desc: Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 1 - His engagement gift is something she had never imagined, and embroils them both in a century-old conflict....
His engagement gift is something she never expected...
I first met Mandy (Her real first name was Mandista, but she hated it, it reminder her too much of her mother) at my health club. She was, in a word, beautiful. Sparkling blue eyes, a nice, round ass and full hips, and perfect 34C tits. There wasn't a thing about her body that didn't entice me. She noticed this, of course, when I offered to spot her with the beginnings of an erection in my loose gym shorts.
"Well, I see someone is really excited about working out," she said, giggling and blushing.
"Yeah, it's great, I love working out, especially with women as beautiful as you. I'm Richard Gallus. And you are?"
"Mandi," she said, hefting the bar over her chest. I observed her closely, using the spotter's responsibilities of watching his spot-ee to cover the fact that I was blatantly checking her out. As she strained, her tight lycra shorts rode up into her crotch a bit, giving me a good outline of her pussy. She was benching a good 240 pounds, impressive for a woman of her size.
We finished our workout, both of us flirting outrageously with one another, and sexual innuendos were being thrown around like confetti at a parade. Our attraction was mutual and obvious, so I invited her out to eat after we finished. She accepted and I took her to a nice Italian place.
"I come here all the time," I said, "The wine here is extraordinary."
"That's good, I love wine," she said.
We made small talk over dinner, just getting to know one another. I told her about my career as the main defense attorney at a local law firm, and she told me about her flower shop.
"I inherited the damn thing from my mother," she sighed, "Not that I wanted it. She left me the thing in her will, and I never finished college, so I figured it was an easy job to get. The work is simple enough and it makes enough to stay open, so I'm just riding on that for now. So, where do you live?"
"I've got an apartment, one of the Lakeview Suites. It's a really nice place, a bit on the spendy side, but it's nothing I can't afford."
"Oh, I stayed at the hotel part of Lakeview once or twice. It's really beautiful."
"Yeah, and I've added a few more personal touches to my apartment. I can show you sometime, if you'd like."
She giggled and blushed.
"Sure, but not tonight. I don't want you to think I'm a slut or anything. I don't fuck on the first date."
I laughed and shook my head.
"Nothing you could do at this point could convince me you're anything other than a classy woman."
She blushed a deeper shade of red than the wine we were drinking.
"Are you always this smooth of a talker or is it just the wine?"
I laughed again.
"Well," she said, starting to stand, "It's getting late, and I've gotta make sure the shop is locked up before I go home tonight. Same time at the gym next week?"
"Of course, M'lady," I said, bowing and taking her arm. I called her a taxi and slipped the driver a fifty.
"Oh, what a gentleman," she said, giggling again.
I returned to my fifth floor apartment, making sure that the entryway sun-lamp was on. I checked the lock on the safe under my bed, making sure that the small, heart-shaped pendant was still there.
"Don't worry," I cooed to it, "She'll be with us soon enough."
I saw that my phone had received a picture message. I flipped it open and saw a picture that Mandi had taken of herself in the gym shower. The water had beaded on her soft skin, and although her pussy was obscured by a hand, I could see that it was shaven.
There was a small amount of text with the picture.
I met Mandi at the gym the next Friday at the same time. She was wearing a sports bra and the same tight lycra exercise shorts as last time. She grinned and whispered, "Get my message?"
"Of course," I said, grinning.
"Good. So let's go light on today's workout, I'm looking forward to a different workout later," she giggled, grabbing my crotch and giving it a light squeeze. I grinned and we began our workout. After some light stretches, during which Mandi was sure to show off every inch of her amazing body, we got down to some light aerobics. Jogging, cycling, and even a few laps in the pool - she looked even more amazing in a tight string bikini and triangle top. We returned to the gym and she led me to a section I hadn't been in since I was given my member tour - the boxing rings. She put on a helmet and gloves, and told me to do the same.
"Of course," she said, "It's only a necessity for a modern woman to be able to defend herself, and most muggers don't expect a strong right cross from a woman my size."
I shrugged and followed her into the ring. We began the match - I didn't know thing one about boxing, but I suspect she went easy on me, because within about twenty minutes she was on the mat, panting.
"Now that's a sight I could get used to," I said, grinning and offering her a hand. She took it and met me with a startling uppercut - it wasn't painful, but it carried enough force to knock me on my back. She straddled me and ground her crotch into mine.
"I'd get used to this one a bit more," she said, leaning forward and kissing me, "I love being on top."
I kissed her back, and our tongues flitted around in each others' mouths.
"Wanna skip dinner and go right to fucking," I said, panting as I ground my hard cock into her crotch. She stood and helped me up, grabbing me and forcing me into another kiss.
"You read my mind."
I drove her back to my apartment. For day clothing, she wore a short skirt and a nice, tight, chest-cut tank top that showed off her sculpted, flat abs perfectly. Under the skirt, she wore a pink thong, which was currently moved to the side of her cunt, as she has three fingers buried in it.
"That's right," I said, egging her on, my cock as hard as a rock and feeling like it was about to burst through my pants, "Get nice and wet for me. You'll need all the lube you can get to handle me."
She moaned in responses and fucked herself faster. I pulled into the parking garage as she was squealing with her first of many orgasms that night. Her legs were still shaking when I parked the car, and rather than wait, I picked her up and carried her into my apartment. After hastily fumbling my key into the lock with my free hand and unlocking the door, I brought her in and sat her down on the couch.
"The couch? What about the b- ooooohhhhHHHHHhhh..."
She started to speak but interrupted herself with a moan as I started ravaging her cunt with my mouth. I drew her sweet nectar in with my tongue and slobbered all over her outer lips.
"F-fuck ... Christ, y-you're good at this ... Uuuuhhhnnnnnn!!!"
She moaned louder as I stuck two fingers in her dripping wet snatch, removed them, and slowly pushed them into her asshole.
"Oh shit! What are y-oooaaahhhhhh!!!!"
I gently inserted a single finger into her slit and rubbed it against her g-spot. As I felt her orgasm approaching, I slowly withdrew it, making sore to drag it along her inner walls as I did.
"Oh god, what-what's happening? I-I'm cumming, but it feels - it f- oh SHIT!"
She screamed as her cum came shooting out of her cunt like a geyser, spraying my face and soaking my clothes.
"Oh fuck! Jesus Christ! H-How did you d-do tha-ahh-aaaahhhhhh!!!!"
I didn't even let her finish. I had already jammed three fingers into her cunt and another two into her ass. I sucked on her clit as I busily fingerfucked her holes.