Creaming Carmilla

Queensland, Australia, 1976


    It was a lazy summer day, the kind that calls for the village children to come outside and play. Everywhere the eyes could see, children were about, laughing and running in the streets of the small sleepy town.
    Overlooking this scene from atop the hill, sixteen year old Carmilla sat with her boyfriend Jared. Today was her birthday and he had brought her up there for a quiet picnic, away from the rest of the children. At the ripe old age of eighteen, he was familiar with the ways of the world and wanted to share some of his experience with the young, beautiful and fresh Carmilla.
    With ease, he slid his arm around her and drew her closer as they sat there watching the scene below them. Letting her rest her head against his chest, ever so casually, as if it was the most natural thing to do, he reached his hand around her and began playing with one of her breast. Rubbing his hand over her clothed covered nipple, he felt it as it began to harden. Carmilla didn’t say a word, but closed her eyes unsure how to respond but enjoying the new sensation he was stirring inside her,  not wanting him to stop what he was doing.
    Taking his hand away from her, Jared placed them on her shoulders and with slight pressure, turned her so that she was facing him. Looking at her sweet, innocent face, he felt emotions he had never felt before, he knew he was falling in love with her, something he had never experienced and something he didn’t want to loose now. Before her, all the girls he had enjoyed were just playthings, something to use to empty himself into. A few of the girls served his purposes a few times, but he never used them more than four or five times before moving on to another one. He may have even hurt a few of their hearts, but they were fools to believe that just because they gave up their virginities to him that they would always be together. He never led them on to think that and it was their own fault for being so naïve, it wasn’t his problem. But this one before him now, this was different and he swore never to hurt her or to do anything to drive her away from him. She was going to be his.
  Leaning in closer, he leaned towards her lips and slowly began to kiss her. He could feel her hesitation as she opened her lips for him to explore the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He was the king at seduction. Using his hands, be fondled her through her clothes and could feel her responding to his touch. Becoming bolder with his innocent love, he moved his hands down and casually lifted her shirt.
    Carmilla wasn’t sure what was expected of her, but she knew that a good girl should push his hands away and be offended. She knew about sex, she had heard the crude jokes her brothers and their friends made, had seen the animals on her small farm having it, so she was not completely unaware of what was going on. This was something she had never experienced first hand and even though the fast girls at school talked about sex as if it was disgusting and messy, something they only did to keep their boyfriends, to her what Jared was doing felt right, enjoyable and she couldn’t imagine anyone not wanting to do this.
    Wanting to explore where this was going, wanting to learn more, Carmilla pulled away from Jared and without a word pulled her blouse down and before his eyes, feeling a hint of shyness overcoming her, she began to unbuttoned the blouse. She watched his eyes as her young, firm breasts came into view. Rising to her feet, wanting to please him, she undid her jeans and slowly, teasingly, feeling like a woman to be desired, she lowered them over her legs. Ridding herself of them she felt bolder and began to tease by slowly lowering her panties, then pulling them up a fraction before lowering them more. Once she was rid of her panties she lowered back down between his legs and shyly reached up to bring his head back to hers for a kiss.
    Kissing her, Jared guided her hand to the hardness between his legs, wanting her to know how much he desired her. Hesitant at first, scared by the strength she felt there, he held her hand firm upon his body and continued kissing her. Pushing her back into the grass, he reached down and undid his pants, raising his hips as he did so and lowered them to his knees.
    Placing her hand back, he encouraged her to hold his manhood, to feel and get to know it. while doing so, he was exploring her between her legs, tugging softly on her pubic hair, while working his hands downwards towards her lips. Without being told, she spread her legs for him. she felt  something deep inside her rising, she didn’t know what it was but she wanted this feeling to continue as she moaned with pleasure as his fingers entered her body.
    Moving his body over hers, “Are you ready?” he asked looking deep into her soft brown eyes. Not sure what she was ready for, but knowing she was ready, she nodded her head.
    Bringing his mouth down to cover her, he lowered so that his hardness was pressing against her lips, and at the time he was diving his tongue into her sweetness,  he plunged his cock into her moist body, taking her muffled scream into his mouth. Once inside her, he paused a moment to give her a chance to accept him, to become accustomed to his size, he began to thrust as he took her for the very first time.
    Afterwards they laid back in the grass with his hands idly playing in her pubic hair. Relaxed and in love he teased her about how the hair had to go and aboutcumming so much and hard for her first time. He grinned and started calling her his Creaming Carmilla, claiming there was no other woman on the face of the world who could raise a man’s passion such as her.


New York City, America, 1986

    Carmilla and Jared married and after years of hard work and saving, they finally came to America, the land of many opportunities and where the streets were paved in gold. Though their marriage had gotten off with a rocky start, her family learning that she was no longer a virgin and forcing them into marriage when she was but seventeen, she was happy and in love. Well maybe not quite so happy as she was in the beginning and while still living in her homeland.
    America wasn’t all she had pictured. They had been here for over two months now and so far she still haven’t seen the golden streets and the opportunities weren’t exactly busting down their door. They were living in the poorest section of the city and it was overcrowded and dirty. Nothing like what they had left behind. Even though Jared was full of optimist, she couldn’t see where things were going to improve. She still loved her husband, but she was losing faith in his ability to provide for them. During the days he would be out all days looking for work and at nights he would disappear to where she didn’t know. He would come home in the early hours of the morning, wake her up and usually make love. In that department she had no complaints as he was always teaching her new things, and even though at first she was nervous at some of the things he wanted to try on her, she found she enjoyed them, being tied up, tease with feathers and other objects. At first she made a fuss when he dripped the wax from candles on her breasts and then when he turned her over and took her in her ass. Both were painful but she learned to relax her body so that soon she was enjoying it as much as he was and looked forward to the pleasure he gave her from her pain.
    After one such session, they were relaxing in bed when he introduced her to the joys of smoking marijuana. She was scared at first, but like everything else he introduced her to, she began to relax and let herself go and soon she was inhaling and gaining the same sense of pleasure as he was.
    She missed her home, family and friends, life was new and strange here and she wished Jared could find work, but on the most part she was happy and in love.

    It was their second year of living in America, though not as happy as she originally was with how things were going, Carmilla still loved Jared. Every once in a while he would work at odd jobs, but never long as he usually quit over some small incident or he was fired. Even though, he always seemed to have money and while not sure where the money was coming from, Carmilla did suspect it wasn’t something legal and she was constantly worrying about their fate.
    One night around four in the morning, Carmilla was wakened when Jared came running into their tiny apartment, yelling for her to get up and to throw some things together, that they had to leave town. Not understanding what was going on, Jared yelling at her and the rush of things, she was confused and scared. When the banging came on the door, her heart stopped. “Don’t answer it” Jared hissed at her. “Just be quiet and they’ll go away.”
    The banging continued for a long time before it was silent. Jared grabbed the suitcase she had packed and grabbing her by the arms he dragged her to the door. Opening the door, he pushed her in front of him, and following her out, he came face to face with the police who had their guns drawn and trained on them. Pushing her away from him, he tried to make his escape by running back into the apartment. Being quicker than he was, one of the officers fired and hit him in the arm, stopping him in his tracks.
    Grabbing him not to gently the officer informed him that he was under arrest for the murder of Jason Bridge.

    Scared and alone, it took Carmilla several days to be able to see him and piece the story together of what happened that night. Jared was involved in drug dealing and the deal with Jason had gone badly when he discovered Jared was holding out on him. After a loud argument in the bar, and many threats, in front of witnesses, Jared pulled out his handgun and shot Jason straight in the chest, not missing his mark with the bullet entering into Jason’s heart. Jason was dead before he even hit the floor.
    This wasn’t a case of one drug dealer killing another drug dealer, so the world was well rid of one more scum bag, but this was the dark side of Jason that none of his family and friends knew about. What the world did see and know of Jason was that he came from money and was well respected and liked as one of the city’s most outstanding citizen who was involved in politics and heading places. The city viewed him as one day succeeding to the presidential office. No, this was not your average drug deal gone wrong and Jared knew that he was looking at life imprisonment.
    Because of the politics and the high rise people involved, Jared’s case quickly went to trial and after a short time, as predicted, he was found guilty of murder. He was sentenced to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.
 
    Alone and without any money, Carmilla was scared and unsure what to do. She was going through the money that Jared had hidden at a fast rate with just daily living. It wasn’t until she was at a bar one night that she knew her troubles would be over.
    Sitting alone in the dark bar, sipping on her drink and as usual worrying about how she would survive, she was approached by a short, older balding man. Not wasting time with small chit chat, he came straight to the point and asked her how much she was. At first not understanding the question, she was dumbfounded and stammered something unintelligible. After a few more comments from him, she understood what he wanted and even though she was stunned and scared, she knew she needed the money. Not knowing how much one usually charged she named an outrageous price. Telling her to go fuck herself, the stranger began to walk away.
    Surprised at her boldness and not wanting to lose out on the chance of making money, she informed him that her prices were high because of her talents and that he wouldn’t be disappointed.
    A half hour later she was leading him into her small bedroom.

New York City, America, 1990

    Carmilla could not have been happier than she was standing at the window of her new luxurious apartment looking down at the view that was offered her. After a year of saving the money she earned while providing company for various men, she had saved enough to move to a better place and even though still working she was living with her boyfriend that she met when he first approached and paid for her service.
    After a few months of paying for her, he finally told her that he loved her and that he was no longer buying her, that if she wanted to be with him, then she would do so in a relationship and not as another john. After several weeks of not seeing him, she called him and they had been together ever since.
    Brent was everything she could have prayed for. He was an upcoming lawyer in a small firm and while she was well satisfied with the sex life she had with Jared, Brent was showing her more things. With him she discovered the pleasure of spankings and always delighted in earning them, Brent didn’t just give them away, but made her work for them. There were many things she discovered with him while in the bedroom, and at times not in the bedroom but in discreet places outdoors. She smiled at the memory of the afternoon they went to the beach. She was amazed that no one around them knew what they were doing under the blanket. She thought she gave really great head with the fear of exposure.
    With some of the money she had earned, she managed to talk some of the girls at the bar into going into business with her. With some of her savings, she had rented a small apartment not far from the bar for the girls to use when entertaining their clients. She had set the prices and taught the girls well. Business was booming. She even had a bouncer on call at all times in the house in case any of the clients becomes out of hand. She was well known for protecting her girls. On occasion she took a client there to entertain. In fact she had to get a move on if she was to meet one now on time.
    Arriving at the house she found Felicious leading one of her clients out of her room. After the man left, Carmilla and Felicious exchanged a few words before Felicious left to find another client at the bar. Carmilla went up to her room where she changed into black leather pants that showed off the length and firmness of her legs. She pulled  her black halter top over her head and went to the mirror to apply her makeup. She next checked to see that everything was laid out that she would need for Trevor.
    Within a short time, she heard the knock on the door and when she opened it she wasn’t surprised to see the bouncer there announcing the arrival of Trevor. She opened the door wider and let Trevor in the room. Closing the door behind him, she quickly turned to him.
    “I heard that you have been a bad boy. Take your clothes off now.” Not even looking at him, she went to the side dresser where she had her toys laid out. Picking up the paddle that was covered with coarse sand paper, she turned to him and watched as he struggled out of his pants. She loved the weak ones who paid her for this kind of abuse. It gave her such power over them.
    Turning back towards him, she saw that he had removed all of his clothes and was on the floor, sniveling and huddling against the side of the bed. God help her but this was such a turn on like none that she had experienced before.
    “Get up you swine and lean over the bed. Who told you to get on the floor?’
    Slowly and with fear in his eyes, he did as told.
    Striding towards him, she watched as he clinched his butt cheeks together, knowing what was coming to him. She could feel her own moistness between her legs with anticipation of the events that would be forthcoming. Getting paid for her own pleasure, this was the life for her.
    Standing over his quivering body, she took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before raising the paddle over his white quivering ass. Quickly she brought the paddle down, using such a force that his left ass cheek became bright red. Perfect. Following the first blow with several others, she knew that his ass was burning, she had felt that same paddle on several occasions with Brent.
    Placing the paddle next to Trevor’s face, she told him not to move as she went to the dresser. Picking up the small pairing knife, she began using it on the object that she had laid out and ready. Going to the restroom that was connected to her room, she rinsed her object under cold water. Going back into the room she went back to Trevor and asked him if deserved her attention.
    “No Mistress. I have been so bad lately that I am not worthy of you. I am begging that you discipline me and make me worthy of you. Please Mistress, keep me in my place.”
    “Do you honestly believe that you would ever be worthy of me? You’re nothing but a fat, filthy swine.”
    “Yes Ma’am, please Mistress punish this naughty slut, let him serve you.”
    “You disgust me. Stinking piece of shit is all you are. Spread your ass for me!”
    She watched with pleasure as his shaking hands reached behind him and spreading his legs apart, he pulled his ass cheeks opened.
    “Don’t you dare clench them.’
    Picking up her object and without warning, she shoved the fig shaped finger up his ass, “Now clinch and hold it in tight.” she commanded him.
    After a few minutes, she watched as he began to wiggle his ass in discomfort and when she was certain that the fig was at its strongest, she picked up the paddle and began to complete the torture of his ass with well laid blows.
    She kept the blows up with as much strength as she possessed and only quit when her shoulders began to complain. Stopping the spanking, she told him to kneel on the floor but that he had better keep the fig in his ass or he would suffer from a severe punishment, even though with all the things she had down to him in the past, she didn’t really know what she would do if he didn’t obey her.
    Stripping her pants off in front of his eyes, she sat on the bed and gave him permission to pleasure her with his tongue. Leaning back on her arms, she closed her eyes as she felt his tongue teasing her wet lips before entering her. Moaning aloud, she encouraged him to really eat her out. She could feel herself on the verge of climaxing as his tongue delved into her hot moistness. “Do you think you deserve your Mistress’s juice?” she asked him. She grinned to herself when she saw him shake his head in the negative. “You’re right but I will let you have it to encourage you to behave better from now on. When you are good this can be your treat, but when you are bad, you won’t get any treats from me from now on. Are we clear on this?”
    Still working his tongue inside her, he managed to nod his head without losing his rhythm.
    Spreading her legs further apart, Carmilla lost herself and gave herself up to the pleasure of cumming into Trevor’s mouth.
    Spent and happy with his performance, she collected herself and then stood up. “Yes pet that was good. For that you do deserve an award. You may get up and bend over the bed and fondle your cock for me.”
    Doing as he was told, Trevor leaned partly over the bed, and reached down and took his own hardness into his own hands. Stroking, he was gushing with thanks to his Mistress for this pleasure. He was unaware of Carmilla leaving him as she went back to the dresser. He sighed with pleasure as he felt her hands spreading his cheeks again. He felt the warm lubricant flowing down his crack to his tight hole. Jerking harder, he relaxed as she shoved the dildo up his ass and roughly began fucking him. it was not long before he was pleading with her to let him cum, while she kept denying him the pleasure, assuring that when the time was right, he would be allowed. She continued fucking him for an extended length of time, the whole while calling him names and off and on smacking his ass with her free hand.
    What seemed like forever but in actuality were only a few minutes, she finally gave him permission. When he tightened his ass cheeks in preparation for cumming, she rammed the dildo deep into his ass and held it there while he spent himself.
    She removed the dildo after he was finished and without a word she picked up her pants and went to the restroom to clean herself. Coming back into the room she gave him permission to do the same. When he returned to the room, she asked for her payment and then surprised him with her next statement.
    “Even though you are unworthy and nothing in my eyes, I am prepared to take you on as my own slave. If you would like this would mean that when ever I have a desire for you, you will come to me and serve without complaint no matter what it is that I desire.”
    Not believing his good fortune, Trevor thanked his Mistress and later after discussing the terms of his service, she followed him out the door. As he walked down the sidewalk, Felicious was returning alone.
    “Talk about a slow night. Damn, it is boring as hell at the bar, I might as well call it a night.”
    Laughing at her dejected expression, Carmilla followed her into the house. “So what are you going to do tonight?”
    “I guess I’ll just get my things and go on home and watch some of the boob tube.”
    “Brent is away at some meeting out of town so why don’t we just hang out here for awhile?”
    “At loose ends too?”
    “Yes, it’s going to be a long night and I’m in no hurry to get home to an empty apartment.”
    “Well we still have some wine in the fridge. I think Sally had it last night with one of her customers.”
    “That sounds good.”
    Carmilla and Felicious went into the kitchen together and as Felicious went to the fridge, Carmilla sat at the table.
    Carmilla had brought Felicious on a few months ago and even though she had never been with another woman before, she had found Felicious dark exotic looks attractive and had been drawn to her from the moment she first set eyes on her. Felicious was clean as all the girls were, and had sensuality about her in everything she did. Even now watching her across the table picking up her wine glass, Carmilla felt a new wave of wetness between her legs.
    After several drinks Carmilla got up from the table and went to stand behind Felicious. Stroking her hair, she became even more excited as Felicious reached up and began fondling her chest. Felicious rose to her feet, and hugged Carmilla closed to her. Carmilla leaned in and began kissing Felicious, tasting the wine on her breath. Together, as one, they headed towards Carmilla’s bedroom.
    Once in the bedroom, without words, they both slid out of their clothes and with arms around each other the laid on the bed. the quietness between them intensified the moment they were sharing. Sucking and biting on Felicious nipples, Carmilla slid two fingers inside her smooth wetness. Finger fucking her, Carmilla eagerly devoured Felicious mouth. Feeling Felicious’s rising passion, she removed her fingers and shifting her position in bed she lowered her head so that she was facing what she so wanted to taste. Spreading Felicious lips apart with her fingers, looking into the wet hole she moaned loudly as she felt Felicious spreading her own legs and began to explore her own body. With abated breath, Carmilla waited for Felicious to enter her tongue into her own need. Feeling the warm tongue licking her, she began to explore Felicious own body with her tongue, tasting her heat and desire. Together they sucked clits and brought the other to new heights. They drank each other in and savored the flow of the other. Afterwards, laying back on the bed and fondling each other breasts, Carmilla ventured to ask Felicious how she felt about threesomes.
    “I have never done it before, but with you, I am willing to give it a try.”
    “I want to make you mine. I can’t imagine Brent having any complaints, I think he would be rather please to have you join us from time to time in our adventures.”
    With that said and settled, knowing that Felicious agreed to become her slave, Carmilla rose above her and claimed Felicious body as her own.