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Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any
money from the writing of this story. All belongs to Joss Wheldon and Mutant
Enemy, none to me, this is a free story intended for internet distribution
only
Summary; This is a further exploration of my own work, Never Part that I felt
needed a little more. As always a little once I start writing turns into a
great deal more.So here we are, Drusilla and VampJoyce sexually enslave Buffy
and force her to work the streets as a common whore. But events take a rather
unexpected turn...(happy/kinky ending as ever don't worry.In fact if you ever
have a story that upsets you in any genre just drop me an email and I'll
write a happy ending for you) )
Rating; NC-17. Buffy/Dawn torture, loads of sex in every conceivable form and
character. As always, everyone is above the age of consent whatever that is
where you are.
Timeline; season 5
Feedback; goolcaptain@aol.com
Please note, if you were waiting for the advertised chapter 'Buffy the Alien
Sex Slave Breeder' it's coming next, just kept writing and as always produced
too much
Buffy the Streetwalking Hooker; Part 3 Slayerslut the Happy Hooker
She stood before him, a vision of pink. Lacy little pink thong, her breasts
bugling from her pink cami both emblazoned with a cherry motif. She finished
it off with lacy pink gloves, pink knee socks and garish 3-inch pink high
heels. Buffy had never felt so feminine in her life. She also looked like
something that exploded from Barbie's candy floss machine.
She jumped onto his lap, hugging her arms around his neck and smothering him
with kisses. He was so old she wondered if he could even manage an erection
but he did her proud, feeling it begin to rise beneath his pyjamas. She
reached to take hold of it but to her surprise he swatted her away.
"Let's just sit here together for a little while" he requested.
"Ok" Buffy responded. They sat there just kissing and cuddling for
a long time, his withered hands exploring her soft nubile young body.
"When I was a youth I remember having lovely girls like you all the
time" he observed. "You make me feel that way again"
"Probably not girls like me" Buffy thought to herself, smiling at
the compliment. People always scorned 'dirty old men' but she actually felt
good making him feel virile and happy once more. The truth was everyone was
human and needed to feel this way once in a while. Hell, she needed it as
much as he did.
He undid the straps on her cami and started suckling like a starving babe on
her momentous titties. The quote from Hamlet occurred to her with a sudden
inevitability as she felt her climax approach. "Truly an old man is a
baby twice in his life"
*
They cruised past her street corner for the third time. She wondered if they
were ever going to summon up the courage to stop but this time they did,
doing a U-turn and pulling up alongside her.
She stalked over towards them in her black PVC thigh boots, the spiked high
heels making her strut coquettishly. Above them she wore her black
short-shorts and black strapless corset top with the lace-up front.
"Looking for directions boys?" she teased. They gaped at her open
mouthed.
"Uhhh....we were wondering if...if...?" the driver tried to get the
words out. She spared him the effort and just stepped into the back seat of
the convertible VW Beetle, putting her arms around the two spotty teenagers
she found there. To her amusement she found that they were so terrified they
were actually physically trembling at her touch.
"Where shall we go?" she asked.
"My parents are away all weekend" the front seat passenger
suggested. He seemed a lot more confident than the others. Even amongst the
least masculine of groups there was always a top dog, everything was
relative. She rocked backwards slightly as the driver put the pedal to the
metal and they accelerated across town. The two nerds in the back attempted
to steady themselves as they were moved back and forth, their hands grazing
against her breasts and legs.
"Oh god, I'm sorry" The first one went bright red as the other
seemed to lose the power of speech. Buffy smiled as she took their hands and
guided them expertly back to her breasts and between her thighs.
"You don't need to be sorry, that's what I'm here for" she told
them with a smile. She thought they would faint right then and there. But
they certainly made the best of it, busy little hands exploring places they
had only dreamed of before.
It was a nice house. She wondered if maybe these guys knew Dawn? They were
about the same age. She stopped herself from asking, it wouldn't be fair to
her if she heard about Buffy from them. They gathered around her in a
semi-circle, so nervous it was adorable.
She loved the virgins. She felt as though she was welcoming them into
adulthood, the delights of the worlds of the flesh. They would always
remember her, she would always be special to them, a treasured memory they
would look back upon fondly for the rest of their lives. And they were always
so damn grateful, even more so than all the old men she fucked.
She thought they might want to gangbang her right there and then in the
living room but that seemed to be more a thing for the jocks to do than the
nerds. Maybe they were more into team bonding? Maybe they were just less shy
with one another after all that time naked together in the gym showers? Maybe
it was a sign of latent gayness, wanting to be with one another but with a
girl there as an excuse?
"Who's first?" she asked, her hand on her hip. There followed a
long awkward silence.
"Okaaaay" Buffy decided. She picked the closest one and led him
upstairs by the hand. As they rounded the corner of the steps she noticed the
others were already breaking out a set of 'Dungeons and Dragons' to pass the
time as they waited their turn.
The room was pretty much as she expected, model planes hanging from the
ceiling, posters of Carmen Electra on the wall, sci-fi action figures and
numerous DVDs and CDs scattered about. She bet if she lifted the bed there'd
be a stack of well-thumbed Playboys beneath. Basically it was Xander's room.
She held his hands and smiled at him as she whispered "Let's take our
time and do this right"
Still unable to speak he nodded vigorously in emphatic agreement.
She stripped for him and stood there naked, his hardening cock clearly
visible through his sweat pants at the very sight of her.
"HOLY!" he exclaimed. Buffy had to suppress a smirk as she span
around to enable him to inspect her new tattoos. Her right ass cheek had
'Spank me' tattooed on it and her left had 'Pinch me'. At the base of her spine
was an arrow pointing to her asshole with the words "Insert Cock
Here", the exact duplicate of one on her abdomen just above her cunny .
"Just do what it says on the labels" she quipped. She kissed him as
she stripped him naked, generating plentiful gibbering noises as she did so.
From his technique she guessed he'd never even kissed a girl before. She took
her customary kneeling position and began her usual foreplay, licking and
kissing his cock, taking time to gently pump the base of his shaft with her
hand and toy lovingly with his stones. She intended to suck him off but
before she could take it into her mouth he came all over her face, spurting
and groaning in uncontrollable surges of explosive pleasure.
"S-sorry" he said again, refusing to meet her gaze. She took his
head in her hands and made him look her in the face as she licked his seed
down.
"Stop apologising. This is what I'm here for" She took his cock in
her mouth and in half a minute had him hard again. In another 15 seconds she
had him cumming furiously in her mouth, gulping his load down.
She led him into the bed and they just passed the time in one another's arms,
kissing and exploring one another's bodies, letting him suck on her tits
until he was hard again and she was dripping wet. She rolled him on top of
her and guided his cock within her cunny, letting him thrust and thrust with
a great deal more enthusiasm than skill. The first time he orgasmed greedily
inside her. The second time she coaxed him into giving her whirlwind of sexual
delight, experiencing a climax that had her shredding his back with her nails
and screaming at the top of her lungs. She'd let the others take their turn
with her first to allow him to recover then come back to him later for some
anal action.
There was one other great thing about virgins, they took instruction well.
Buffy looked forwards to a long night of extremely enjoyable tutoring.
*
There was a triple knock on the door. He opened it and Buffy stood before him
in her Girl Scout outfit.
She proffered him a box of store bought cookies. "Hi, I really need to
make my quota and I wonder if I could interest you in something sweet and
tasty?"
He shook his head "Sorry, I'm really not hungry"
"Oh but I really want to make my quota. I'd do ANYTHING to sell a few
more boxes" Buffy adopted her pouting/pleading expression which worked
so well on her parents and occasionally Giles. She was pretty good at it
although she freely admitted Dawn was the master at this particular act.
"ANYTHING?" he asked with a smirk.
"ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING!" she declared, breathless and wide-eyed. She
put the same emphasis on the words as the actress had on the porn DVD he'd
shown her. She decided to miss out the bit about this being her last year
selling cookies because she was now 18, they'd only slipped that in the film
for legal reasons. She had to admit it was a pretty cool idea, see your
fantasies on the screen then hire out a girl and an outfit and live them out
in real life.
He beckoned her forwards and closed the door behind her like a wolf welcoming
the lamb into it's lair. As she walked she caught sight of herself in the
hall mirror. She'd never been in the Girl Scouts but she had to admit the
uniform suited her down to the ground, especially those tight little shorts
that made he ass look absolutely perfect. She probably looked a little too
old for it but then several people had bought cookies off her as she'd walked
around the block before returning to his house so maybe she was a lot more
convincing than she thought? Or they'd just wanted a closer look at her
breasts which threatened to explode at any moment out of her blouse which
she'd knotted across her bared midriff in a vain attempt to contain them.
Dawn was a Girl Scout, at least she had been the last time she'd seen her. It
seemed so long ago. She missed her so much it was almost like a physical ache
within her. She banished thoughts of her sister from her mind and
concentrated on the job in hand.
He sat down on the couch.
"I'll buy all your cookies...." he pronounced smugly, giving a
slight pause for her to fit her line in.
"THAT'S GREAT!" she hadn't faked this much enthusiasm since she'd
been a cheerleader.
"...but you have to feed them to me"
He patted his lap invitingly. She shyly made her way forwards trying to
combine an appearance of lust tinged with nervous reluctance. Weird to think
that guys hired her to be a brazen slut yet when she was they still wanted
her to fake being coy. He pulled her onto him and she sat astride him, his
hands forcing their way under her tight clothing, making her moan with desire
as he groped her.
"Cookies!" he ordered.
"Uh....uhhh. yes....cookies...YES!" Buffy groaned as he mauled her
tits, pinching her clitty cruelly. She ground herself frenziedly on his
skilful fingers as she ripped open a packet and began to feed them to him,
willing to do anything he wanted as long as his hands kept doing what they
were doing.
"Let's see if I can find some milk to go with my cookies" he
suggested through a mouthful of chocolate chip oatmeal. She wondered what he
meant until he ripped open her blouse and began sucking on her breasts as
though it were going out of fashion.
"Oahhh, OAHHH, YES, YESSSS, FUCK ME BABY! SUCK MY TITS! UUUUHHHAAAA!
UUUHHHHHAAAAA!" she bucked and writhed as she came like crazy, spilling
numerous crumbs over his front.
"Uuuuyuh!" she protested as he broke away from her chest. He
indicated the crumbs on his front with fingers still covered in her cum.
"You'd better lick them up" he ordered. She took the hint and
obediently began to clean his fingers with her tongue before switching to his
chest, working her way steadfastly downwards towards his crotch. She washed
her meal down with plentiful gushes of his cum which she artfully coaxed from
the ramrod hard cock in her mouth.
As she cleaned him off with her mouth he produced a short length of rope from
the back of the sofa.
"Shall we practice your knot tying?" he leered whilst looping one
end around her right wrist.
"I wonder if I'll earn a merit badge for this?" she thought as she
held up her left hand to also be happily entwined.
*
"Aubergine"
She had to concede it was a good safety word, it was highly unlikely to come
up during their conversation. She grabbed her bottle of talcum powder from
the dungeon's shelf and emptied some down the front of her tight black PVC
corset and matching thigh boots. She adored wearing her dominatrix outfit but
it could get a little uncomfortable after a while. It wasn't normally a
problem as her clients would for the most part have torn it off her body long
before now but that wasn't this guy's thing. Some of the powder spilled onto
her jutting tits, fully exposed by the pair of apertures cut in the chest
part of her costume. She brushed it off as she walked over and took off his
leather gimp mask.
"Is anything wrong?" She held a bottle of water up to his lips and
let him take a few sips before answering.
"Are you certain you want to go ahead with this?"
He was immediately on the defensive. "Hey, don't judge me..."
"I'm not" she told him honestly. "I'm the last person in the
world to do that. I just want you to be sure. Truth is I don't like hurting
people"
It was true, she really didn't. She would have much preferred that it was her
being chained naked to the torture frame and whipped, begging and pleading
for more and harsher punishment as she came almost continuously. Of course
the rapidly healing lash marks on her back and buttocks testified to the
popularity of that particular pastime in Sunnydale.
He paused for a moment before replying. "If you don't mind me saying
that's a rather strange attitude for a dominatrix"
"You have a point" she conceded. It was also a weird attitude for
the Slayer but then Buffy had never asked for any of this, prior to meeting
Merrick she'd never even hit anyone. Being good at violence didn't mean you
enjoyed it. She far preferred to make love not war. But she was being paid
and had an obligation to give her client what he wanted. She just had to hear
it from him one more time for her own peace of mind. "Are you sure?"
"Whip me until I bleed!" he ordered.
She shrugged then replaced his mask. And reached for her whip.
"Ok, Senator Edwards, if that's what you want. Aubergine. BEG ON YOUR
HANDS AND KNEES YOU LITTLE WORM!"
*
He rolled over and laid at her side, a huge grin on his face. She felt happy
to lie beside him. She looked around his room, appreciating the tasteful
decoration, so much nicer than what she was used to. In fact, a bit too
tasteful.
"How was that for you?" he asked. She suppressed a giggle at such
an obvious cliche. She half expected him to offer her a cigarette.
"Very gay" she answered candidly.
He sat bolt upright. "Wha...what do you mean? Didn't you...?"
"Oh yeah, twice in fact. Great in the orgasm front, no problem there.
Just your technique, very gay. After a while in my profession you learn to
recognise it"
"I'm not gay" he told her, sounding as though he was trying very
hard to convince himself.
She shrugged. "Fine, Whatever, your life and no one has the right to
tell you how to live it. But I've been with a lot of guys who have tried to
convince themselves, their friends and their family that they're straight by
being with a hooker. And they were all just like you"
"I have a girlfriend. YOU got me hard!" he protested.
"If you have a girlfriend why aren't you with her and not here with me?
Plenty of gay men can have sex with women, some do it for years. Hell, I can
come from sitting on the washing machine during the spin cycle, doesn't mean
I'm attracted to machines. But when you were fucking me I could see you
weren't thinking of me and I'm pretty sure I'm the hottest girl you
know" she said the words without a hint of boasting, both knew it was
true. "Besides I was in your bathroom and you've more cosmetics than I
have which is quite something, believe me. And then there's this"
She reached under the bed and produced a clutch of 'Muscleman' magazines and
a large hardback book, 'Broadway Musicals of the 1940's'.
He looked a little saddened but also hugely relieved. He lay back on the bed
and she hugged him and rested her head on his shaven smooth chest. He idly
toyed with her breasts as her hands explored his perfectly coiferred hair and
impressive pecs. He obviously spent a lot of time at both the gym and the
salon. Which wasn't really suprising when she thought about it.
She'd had quite a few still-in-the closet gay guys hire her to go to weddings
and parties with them. She enjoyed it, able to live and dress more or less
like a normal person for once. Much as she loved her new life a change was
always welcome once in a while, whatever your profession.
Not just gay guys of course. A lot of socially inadequate straight guys too.
Best part of that was when she insisted she shop for them first, replacing
their appalling clothes with a more fashionable wardrobe and basically giving
them a complete makeover, body and soul. She'd bumped into a few afterwards
with new girlfriends on their arms and felt justly proud. She wondered if she
could market it as a new reality show, 'Whore's eye for the hopeless straight
guy'?
"What am I going to tell Grace?" he wondered aloud.
"Don't worry, she probably already suspects" she reassured him,
remembering her time with Scott "Besides falling in love with a gay guy
is a rite of passage for all women"
"Like being with a hooker for straight guys?" he replied.
"Something like that" she nodded.
*
You couldn't really call it a bikini. It really was just a collection of pink
coloured dental floss with three tiny triangles of pink material just about
big enough to cover her nipples and cunny. The whole thing was only really
about the size of the area of Buffy's palm.
Still, she looked fabulous and her trick obviously approved. She smiled at
him and wondered what was going to come next?
"Hop in the car" he told her "We're off to a beach party. My
ex is going to be there and I want her to be jealous when I show up with the
hottest chick in town"
She gazed at him, a little stunned at the ruthlessness of his artifice.
"Don't you just want a blow-job or to fuck me or something?" she
inquired hopefully.
He shook his head "Maybe later, I want her to see you do it. I want
revenge"
"What a creep!" she thought to herself but obediently followed him
to the car.
*
"I'll be out in a second" Monica called. Buffy let herself in to
the bedroom and began to undress. Monica never really cared much for lingerie
or making Buffy dress up in outfits, she was just happy to have her naked.
Monica came in, slipping out of her dressing gown which she put on the back
of the bedroom door. She walked over to Buffy and they embraced, taking the
opportunity to rub their bodies against one another.
"You know, I've never even seen another girl like you, a model's build
but with tits so huge and perfect" Monica pronounced in wonder as she
fondled them, leading Buffy to the bed.
"Yours are nice too" Buffy smiled, teasing Monica's nipples between
finger and thumb. They really were and this beautiful older women was a nice
change from all the hard male bodies she was accustomed to. She collapsed on
top of Monica atop the bed and after a few minutes of kissing and cuddling
began to kiss her way down to her cunny, licking and probing adeptly with her
tongue, provoking this hot milf to a storm of orgasm.
As she gave her a few minutes to recover she looked around the room. As always
she'd taken down all the pictures of her husband and children. Buffy often
had couples like the Kendall's who wanted a girl for their threesome but
Monica was her only solo female client, a lesbian who'd fallen in love and
married a man before she'd been able to admit to herself what she truly was.
Whenever her husband and children were away she'd hire Buffy and spend the
night sating her Sapphic impulses before returning to her regular life once
more. Buffy guessed she didn't want to enter into a lesbian affair which
might force her to choose between her lover and her spouse.
She worked her way back up to Monica's face and was met by a smile and a long
probing kiss. They alternated between suckling on one another's breasts for a
few minutes before Monica rotated herself 180 degrees and began lapping at
Buffy's cunt, Buffy gleefully returning the favour. There really was nothing
better than suckling on a wonderful pair of breasts or the sexy, salty taste
of another woman's love juices.
Oh, yeah! Definitely some real advantages to the double-X chromosome!
*
He was awakened by a nurse adjusting his bedclothes.
"Just lay there Mr Dorian, I'll take care of you"
Through the medication it took him a few minutes to focus on her properly.
She was unlike any other nurse he'd ever seen outside the Benny Hill Show.
Instead of the shapeless scrubs the others wore she had a tight white outfit
that looked like it dated from some 50's soap opera. It almost totally
displayed her immense breasts which strained to escape from the lacy white
bra that visibly struggled to contain them. He blushed as her bosom actually
rubbed against his face as she leaned over him!
Her skirt stopped a long way before her knees and as she bent over the bed he
could glimpse her thighs, the tops of white stockings and suspenders clearly
visible with a hint of skimpy white lace panties beyond them. Her face,
framed by luxurious blonde curls was just as beautiful as her body. He noted
her impractically long nails and the strong scent of expensive perfume.
It took him a full ten seconds to summon up the courage to say the obvious.
"You're not a real nurse, are you?"
Buffy giggled. She clambered onto the bed and knelt astride him, grinding her
pelvis softly against his, directing one of his hands to her breasts, the
other firmly gripping her pert ass.
"Your son sent me as a birthday present for you. He says he wants me to
raise your blood pressure"
And sure enough she did.
*
"Hey Buffy, how are you doing girl?"
"Hey Lola. So-so. How are you doing?"
"Pretty good. Another week and I'll be ready for the op" Lola
pointed to the miniskirt over his/her crotch.
Buffy reached for her handbag "You know if you need money I have more
than I know what to do with...?"
"Thanks but no thanks sugar. This is something I have to do for my man
and me, have to do myself"
A car pulled up, the trick inside surveying them both. Buffy, an amazingly
beautiful, voluptuous young girl, utterly dressed to kill. Lola, a toweringly
tall and very obvious transsexual with an incredibly trashy outfit. He
beckoned Lola forwards and she blew Buffy a kiss as they drove off together.
Buffy shook her head in wonder. It took all sorts. She guessed that even with
her skill with her strap-on and vast amounts of anal lube some guys just
still wanted a chick with a dick?
*
The screams that brought her to the alley were overwhelmingly familiar to
her. The vamp looked up as she raced towards him and cast his victim aside,
adopting a fighting stance as he faced up with the Slayer.
She pulled the young girl to her feet and clamped her hand over her neck
wound.
"RUN!" she told her, the girl racing off towards the street, not
needing to be told twice.
"SLAYER!" the vamp hissed at her. She could see the fear in his
eyes quite plainly. But he had no reason to be afraid.
Buffy held up her arm before him, offering her wrist to his mouth.
"Take me" she told him "Feed on me".
He hesitated for a second, unsure if this was a trick? Buffy suspected he was
new in town, virtually all the vampires in Sunnydale knew of Joyce and
Drusilla's offer to let them feed off the Slayer any time they wanted. The
only rule was they weren't allowed to kill her, that would be too quick and
merciful an end in their opinion. Weirdly, she'd always expected Spike to
take advantage of the situation but he never had. In fact on the few
occasions she's seen him since she'd starting hooking she almost thought he'd
been making goo-goo eyes at her?
She didn't mind it. Her Slayer healing could always replace the blood she
lost and if they were feeding on her they wouldn't be feeding on anyone else.
In fact since she'd started hooking the murder rate in Sunnydale had gone
markedly down. She didn't slay vampires any more but she still saved lives.
He bit greedily into her flesh and sucked like crazy, determined to make the
most of this incredible gift he'd been offered. Buffy gave a sigh of
acceptance and a soft moan of pain mixed with pleasure. She remembered how
artfully Angel and Dracula had bitten her. This vamp lacked their subtlety
but more than made up with it by way of enthusiasm.
He surprised her by withdrawing quickly but in the flash of an eye he had her
in his arms and was biting her on the neck. She froze, utterly helpless,
knowing he could kill her and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about.
She felt his hands begin to grope her, forcing her unresisting thighs apart
and probing between them, ripping through the lace up front of her skimpy red
leather dress and clutching harshly at her breasts.
He broke away from her neck and grinned at her, her blood still dripping from
his fangs. "Like that do we Slayer?"
Buffy took stock. She felt lightheaded from the blood loss but her breath was
already becoming shallower and slower. Her nipples were achingly hard and her
cunny dripping like crazy. She found herself nodding, hoping that he wouldn't
stop what he was doing.
With a howl of triumph he whirled her around and threw her face down over a
nearby trash can. She felt her dress being hiked up and her scarlet lace
panties being ripped away. She was on the verge of orgasm from his attentions
even before he penetrated her and came like a train as he lanced his cock
viciously inside her tight, moist cunny, her joy clearly audible to anyone in
a 100 yard radius. She lay there limply for a while as she let him fuck her
but soon found the orgasmic surge building within her once again, helped by
his ruthless fondling of her plump titties as they rested atop the trash can
lid. She began to thrust her hips backwards, eagerly meeting his frantic thrusting
with her own. Secretly she liked fucking vamps, maybe because they reminded
her of Angel but also she liked their cruelty and the sensation of warming
their hard, cold cocks with her soft, warm body, it was just the most
exquisite contrast she could imagine.
"Oh god yes, fuck me, don't stop, FUCK ME! PUMP THAT HARD COLD VAMPIRE
COCK IN AND OUT OF MY HOT WET CUNT!" she begged "I'M A WHORE! I'M
YOUR WHORE! USE ME LIKE ONE!"
He roared in delight as he fucked her, their combined noise attracting a dozen
or more vamps to the scene. They laughed and whooped at the sight of Buffy's
humiliation, calling out their encouragement to her conqueror.
"That's it, fuck the bitch! Do her like the whore she is!"
"Not so up yourself now, are you slut?"
"You like that Slayer? You like a big hard vampire cock FUCKING YOU LIKE
A BITCH?"
"Ride her, ride the whore, she wants it, FUCK HER UP THE ASS! SHE'S
GAGGING FOR IT!"
Well, he wasn't wrong there, Buffy admitted. She had no doubt that some vamp
seriously fucking her ass would be on the agenda in the very near future.
The anticipation combined with their dirty talk thrust Buffy over the edge
and she came again hard as the vamp shot his cold seed inside her. Without
giving her even a second to recover the others swarmed around her, each
impatient to take their turn, doing whatever they wished with the previously
high and mighty Slayer.
*
"It's me"
"I'm over here"
She let herself in. He was in the shadows as ever. She had very little real
idea what he looked like, they always met at night with the lights off.
Obviously different from the handsome Marine in his dress uniform in the
picture above the fireplace.
She had no idea what had happened to him, maybe a bomb, maybe an accident.
Whatever, his deformities were appalling, he appeared barely human. It was
something he never wished to talk about and she didn't blame him. It had
taken a long time for her to overcome her instinctive revulsion at the touch
of his horribly burned skin. But she knew that her time with him was one of
the best things she'd ever done. Dru and Joyce had made her into a whore to
punish her but to David she was the most wonderful thing in his life. When he
was with Buffy he felt once more the touch of a woman, the illusion of love
and affection. He felt human again, wanted and adored. Truth be told despite
his grotesque appearance he showed much more humanity than many of Buffy's
better looking clients.
She popped herself onto his lap and put her arms around him, showering him
with kisses. She felt his one remaining arm reach up under her miniskirt and
begin to caress her exquisite butt.
In the dark everyone was the same.
*
TBC in Chapter 4; Buffy the Alien Sex Slave Breeder (promise)
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