Annettarella Forever
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I'm beginning to think that I don't really want to do it." The speaker, a full-bodied brunette in her late thirties, nervously fingered her pendant chain.
"Well Annette, you've left it a bit late to back out now. The entire population of Billings must have heard that you're going to spend the night in the 'Old Manse', and most of them have listened to you scoff about ghosts and things that go bump in the night." Her companion, an attractive Native American woman, dressed as a Crow maiden, grinned at her best friend. "You'll just have to go through with it, after all its only 12 hours, I'll go to the Manse with you tonight, I've got to run now, there's another coach trip due from Deadman's Gulch, more palefaces and their little darlings wanting to play Cowboys and Indians."
Annette watched her friend make her way to the garish sign that proclaimed "Genuine Native American Village, circa 1845, Come and see how your Great Grand Parents Won the West - Only $10, Children under 5 free"
She sighed, Shanita was right; she'd really poked fun at the local legend of the Old Manse. It was supposed to be haunted by a restless spirit, although just what sort of ghost wasn't mentioned, and then when challenged by that blowhard Kurt James she'd said that she'd spend a night alone in the house, and tonight was the night. If only she'd stuck to one glass of wine. "Ah well, looks like I'm stuck with it."
Just now she had some groceries and supplies to buy, so Wal-mart next stop.
Shanita brought the Ford to a halt in front of the Manse. "OK, 6:30pm, in you go. Have you got everything, sleeping bag, torch, munchies? If I were you I'd get into that sleeping bag and sleep through the whole thing. I'll be back at 6:30 tomorrow morning."
Annette entered the front door of the house and found herself in a spacious hall, the stairs rising directly in front of her and four doorways leading to other parts of the house. It was still light and she didn't yet need the torch. She looked around, an air of neglect and that musty damp smell that empty houses seem to get greeted her. She decided that the door directly in front of her must lead into the lounge. She quickly made a tour of the downstairs rooms, lounge, dining room, and kitchen leading onto a verandah, a utility room leading to a side exit/entrance. The rooms were entirely devoid of any furnishing they were just empty dusty spaces with peeling wallpaper and stained walls. A door opening to a space under the staircase, must surely lead to the basement, she decided she was not going down there.
Now for the upper rooms. Halfway up the stairs there was a landing containing 5 doors, these led to 4 bedrooms and a large bathroom containing an ancient cast iron bath with clawed feet.
The stairs then continued to the attic floor and on pushing open the door; Annette was rewarded with a view, from eave to eave of the whole top floor of the house. Apart from a couple of crumbling cardboard boxes containing old roof tiles the attic was empty.
Having now toured the whole of the house, with the exception of the basement, Annette decided to set up her base in what had probably been the master bedroom.
The time was now 7:30 and the shadows were getting longer. She decided Shanita's advice was possible the best strategy and. unrolling her sleeping bag against the back wall of the bedroom, she quickly took off her trainers and topcoat and zipped herself into the sleeping bag, a last look round and she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Annette awoke, she instantly knew where she was and she tried in vain to see through the stygian blackness. What had awakened her? Probably nothing more than her jittery nerves or, much more likely, the need to pass water. She felt around for her torch and slipping on her shoes made for the landing and the bathroom.
Annette returned to bedroom and her sleeping bag. "I hoped you wiped yourself, my dear." The quiet cultured voice came from a corner of the room, incongruously, Annette immediately thought, "that's an English accent!" and then she directed the beam of the torch in the direction the voice appeared to come from.
The beam illuminated a standing figure straight from the pages of "Beau Brummel" The cutaway jacket with tails, the skin-tight trousers, an elaborate cravat and a pair of elegant doeskin boots. The wearer of this finery tipped his hat and bowed slightly to Annette. "Allow me to introduce myself. Lord Maybury of Castle Barrington, Sussex, England. But as we're going to know each other quite well you can call me Rodney."
Annette gasped. "Where did you come from? Is this some sort of trick set up by Kurt James and his cronies?"
"I know of no Kurt James. As to where I came from I've just told you Sussex, England. But this is no place to get to know each other. Come, we'll repair to my quarters." He quickly walked across the room and grasping Annette's hand he led her across to the bedroom door. He took her down the stairs and into the basement. He led her down the rickety wooden stairs into a basement that had been transformed into a palatial boudoir, a four poster bed was the focal point of the room and the mirrored walls draped with muslin curtains created the scene captured in their surfaces, over and over into infinity. The whole effect was dusky pink and had a definite Edwardian feel.
Annette was enthralled with the scene laid out before her. "This is delightful! But why down here in the basement and not throughout the rest of the house?"
Lord Maybury sighed. "Would that I could use the whole of the house for my living quarters, but I fear that your friends and neighbours and the rest of your towns population would not be able to rest easy if that were the case, and I would be hounded out of the area or made to suffer a considerably worse fate. This way I can stay in the area to continue my part in ensuring the continuation of my race."
Annette was puzzled. "What do you mean the continuation of your race. Why does your staying here ensure that the English survive?"
Lord Maybury chuckled. "Not the English, but my race the Arishtars, a race you earthlings call Vampires. We have lived among you now for 25,000 years. The lifespan of my people is equivalent to six of yours, by your standards almost immortal. The planet we hail from is now nothing but the asteroids and space dust that make up the Milky Way, so we had to settle here, and we endeavour to keep our presence a secret. However from time to time one of our clans gains local notoriety, Like the Draaks in Central Europe last century and the flawed legend of the vampires was born. But enough of that, welcome to my humble abode, I'm glad that you have a womanly figure I'm not in favour of the current fashion of anorexia.
"If you are a vampire, Annette persisted. Why don't you have large canine teeth and large pupilled nocturnal eyes."
Lord Maybury almost laughed out loud. "As I said the clan of Draak experimented with an alternate life style for a couple of hundred years or so and all the tales of crypts and the sucking of virgins blood sprang from that ill conceived adventure. There are elements of truth in the legends but the telling and retelling have distorted them. Certainly my race conceives by exchanging bodily fluids as does yours but our orgasms are on a higher level than those achieved by yours and the life essence is mingled so that if one of you makes love with an Arishtar they become an Arishtar within the space of a few days. This means that our race can survive because the majority of our females are barren and we are bound to use the lusty native women."
He led her over to a chaise longue, "Rest yourself my dear, would you care for a refreshment? A flute of champagne or a brandy?"
Annette was very aware of Lord Maybury's presence his hypnotic grey eyes seemed to bore into her and lay bare her very soul. She was enormously attracted to him and the reason for her being in this house at this time seemed paltry and trifling. She was overwhelmed by his maleness and easy confidence. She asked for champagne and as he handed it to her he sat by her side gazing into her eyes whilst caressing her covered breasts. She placed the glass on a nearby table and reached for his face with both hands drawing his lips to hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing together and their embrace becoming tighter. The kiss went on and on, he raised her to her feet and lifted her onto the bed, he drew her blouse over her head and releasing the front fastening of her brassiere released her full breasts. Her upper chest and breasts were flushed and her hard aching nipples were also ruddy and erect with desire. Annette had never felt so wanton, she could feel herself flooding and the small analytical self that lurked in the background of her mind, noted that this was the wettest she had ever been during a sexual encounter. He kissed her nipples, sucking and gently biting them, they writhed and struggled on the bed whilst ridding themselves of their constricting clothing. Soon they were both naked. Lord Maybury sported an impressive erection, which was nudging Annette just above her pussy lips. She made to move up his body so that his cock could enter her, but he thwarted her attempts by moving his face down her body and between her legs and opening her with his tongue he lapped at her wetness and unhooding her clitoris licked at it, sending her into paroxysms of pleasure. Gradually they came down from their high and lay together slowly caressing each other.
"I want you inside me." Murmured Annette. "I can't believe that I came 3 times and you've not yet been inside me."
Her lover responded by kneeling astride her shoulders stroking her lips with the engorged head of his penis, she opened her mouth and took it completely into her and he commenced a to and fro motion of his hips as he fucked her mouth. With her left forefinger shoved firmly up his arse and her right hand frantically manipulating her pussy, Lord Maybury massively climaxed into her throat, there seemed to be pints of his ejaculate coursing down her throat to her stomach and she could feel each individual spurt for the whole of its journey. Annette had never in her life felt so stuffed and replete, but there was more to come. As she shuddered and shook in the throes of yet another orgasm, He thrust his cock into her cunt and putting her legs over his shoulders Lord Maybury proceeded to give Annette the fuck of her life. She lost count of the times she came as her lover remorselessly pounding her wet and flowing pussy. Finally he came and once more pints of his substance was pumped into her. His body lost its hardness and he slumped onto her seemingly exhausted, then rolled to lie at her side gasping for breath. Annette could still feel his love juice travelling through her body, it was as if his seed had awoken every fibre of her being, she felt strong and more alive than she had ever felt before.
They lay on their backs recovering
After a few minutes Annette turned her head and gazed at the other head on the pillow beside her. She reached up and traced the aristocratic nose and lips with her index finger. She then reached beneath the covers and grasped his rampant penis, running her fingers over the glans. He sighed deeply. "If you continue like that, you'll be causing an explosion of sorts." She giggled, "I might just want to do that although it would be a such a waste, far better that you explode if I do this." And diving beneath the covers she took his cock into her mouth until the head was almost entering her throat. He then placed his face between her thighs and proceeded to fuck her with his tongue. They continued in this manner until both of them had a mutual climax. Again it seemed as though pints of his essence was blasted down her throat and to her surprise she found herself squirting her juices into his mouth for all the world like a mans ejaculation, a definite first for her.
They quickly turned around and once more she found herself impaled on his iron hard cock, her cunt grasped him strongly and as he moved in and out it was as if their flesh has become one, bearing down and flexing her pelvic floor muscles, with her ankles wrapped around his ankles, they were on their way to another tremendous climax. They clasped each other. Annette was totally shocked by the immensity of their orgasm.
Annette broke the silence "I don't think I'll ever experience anything quite like that again."
Lord Maybury grinned. "I told you I preferred voluptuous ladies like yourself, Those wonderful breasts and the round stomach and your gorgeous derriere, you're made for loving, You're especially made for fucking, that soft cushiony warmth, your wonderful woman aroma all combines to make you an extremely desirable lady. Now rest awhile."
They lay on their sides spoon fashion. Lord Maybury lay behind Annette, his right hand grasping her breast and his penis, poking through her legs, lay underneath her pussy lips. Thus joined they drifted off to sleep.
Annette opened her eyes. The soft grey of dawn was percolating through the dirty windows. She was laying on her side, within her sleeping bag. She raised her head and looked around. She was back in the main bedroom of the house. When had she returned here? Checking the time on her wristwatch, she realised that Shanita would be arriving on 30 minutes. Putting on her trainers she went down the stairs to the basement door, opening it she
shone her torchlight down the rickety stairs. All she could see was a gloomy looking basement, there was no sign of the magical apartment she'd entered the previous night.
Anntte returned to sleeping quarters. Had she dreamt last nights events? The night's adventures ran through her mind. They had been so real! They still felt real. As she packed up her belongings prior to leaving the house she felt a pang of regret, What had her lover said? "They become Arishtar in a matter of days" But, it was all a dream. Although if that were absolutely true, why did she fill so fulfilled and sated.
She left the house and sat on the front steps to await her friend.Overnight Annette had become 'Annetterella Forever'.
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