Taboo

Keywords: A, 11, Ch., Chance, To, Love,

"Welcome child." It spoke telepathically.

"Who are you?"

The creature explained as it had to Sue. She smiled in acceptance and recognition.

"So now we are sisters!"

"Truly you are, now enjoy each other."

Joan looked up catching Sue's gaze. Sue could see the look of lust in Joan's eyes.

"Feels good, doesn't it," she smiled.

With a primal growl Joan fell upon Sue with renewed lust.

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The two women sat at their desks sipping the first coffee of the morning. They shared an room on the third floor of the office block where they provided secretarial support to the managing directors and senior staff of Archbold's Security plc.

Life had been amazing since they had merged with the wamphyri. Their wamphyris were able to communicate telepathically meaning that the two women always knew exactly what each other felt or thought. It was as though they were identical twins. Their enhanced abilities gave them strength, an almost boundless lust and an unquenchable zest for life. They felt that there was so much to and because of the longevity of their symbiotes, plenty of time to savour it. The fanatical self preservation exercised by the symbiotes meant that whatever they did, they were unlikely to come to harm. They felt invincible, they lived life to the max.

Like Sue, Joan's body had benefited from the attentions of the symbiote. Because Joan had a fuller figure the outcome was an enhancement of her existing features rather than the filling out that Sue experienced. Joan's breasts gained in firmness to an extent that the support of a bra became unnecessary. Her nipples grew to the extent that they had a permanent erectness. Her body acquired a voluptuous sleekness and enhanced muscularity. Perhaps the best description would be Amazonian. Whenever she entered a room all men's eyes would turn to her, she was irresistible.

"So did my two fluffy bunnies enjoy their trip to the jungle?"

The two girls cringed as they heard the unctuous tones of Rupert Archbold, managing director of the company. Previously a captain in the guards, Rupert was an major irritant – a man who had an over-inflated opinion of his own sex appeal. Under the guise of checking up on his female staff he would take the opportunity to ogle at their feminine attributes or, if the opportunity arose, carelessly brush against them for a quick grope. He has tried on several occasions to take Sue and Joan on a date but up to now they had politely told him to piss off. Less experienced staff gave in to his charms with at least two trainee filing clerks leaving to have babies. Rupert was extremely wealthy which ensured that all aggrieved parties were paid off.

Ever since their possession by the wamphyri Sue and Joan had chosen to wear tighter and more revealing clothes. This combined with their enhanced pheromone production had enhanced their attractiveness greatly. None of this was wasted on Rupert.

"Oh my, what a lovely view," he husked as he stared pointedly at Sue's cleavage. "Is it my imagination or have those cute little puppies grown since I last saw them."

Instead of her usually rude reply Sue decided that Rupert required a lesson.

"I don't know if they've grown or not. Do you want to check them out?"

Rupert was lost for words, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Do you want to inspect mine too?" Joan asked, showing him an even greater expanse of naked cleavage. Her dark nipples were proudly visible through her white blouse.

Rupert's brain was undergoing meltdown due to the view of the women's bodies combined with a pheromone overdose. He gurgled incoherently at the offer of two gorgeous women.

"Look, why don't invite us around for dinner tonight and you can check things out then."

Giving up any attempt at rational speech Rupert nodded and finally gasped, "see you at eight", before rushing off to his office to calm down.

Sue grinned at Joan. "Guess who's on the menu," she giggled.

"And I like my man flesh rare," Joan smirked.

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Back in his office Rupert slumped in his luxurious leather seat in a daze. His senses swimming, he felt drunk. In a sense he was, Sue and Joan were secreting pheromones at a phenomenal level and these had saturated the atmosphere of their office. To anyone entering office there would be a slight body odour – sharp but not unpleasant. To a sexually receptive person such as Rupert the effect was cataclysmic with the areas of his brain responsible for sexual response going into overdrive. The added stimulus of seeing the women's bodies was almost too much. His heart was pounding, his cock was so erect that it hurt.

The prospect of an evening with the women was almost as terrifying as it was exciting. If just looking at them had this effect, what would physical contact do? Rupert, however, was no coward and he relished the challenge. Shaking off his concerns he set about planning the evening before resuming work.

Rupert was no cook so he telephoned a top quality catering firm. At a price they agreed to provide a cordon bleu chef who would cook dinner. A second phone call purchased several bottles of vintage wine. The evening would be perfect.

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Sue and Joan prepared for the evening carefully. Before sharing a shower they indulged in an hour of furious sex. Having sex before showering meant that they could enjoy the full flavour of their bodies. At one point Sue had paused from eating Joan's luscious cunt.

"Shit you taste funky tonight, I love it!!", she whispered, her face slick with juices.

After showering they dressed in matching black dresses – nothing else, just the dresses.

"Less to take off," Sue giggled.

They arrived at Rupert's place promptly at eight. He lived in a penthouse flat in one of the converted warehouses near Tower Bridge. Huge and fantastically luxurious the place had cost him 2 million.

Rupert gasped with pleasure as the girls removed their coats. The dresses gripped their bodies like a second skin, revealing every last dimple and crease. Joan's tits jutted out magnificently, her nipples like hard buttons.

"I am so hungry," Sue gasped enjoying the smell of fine cuisine.

"Excellent, let's eat," Rupert replied. The evening was going to be fun.

Rupert had selected the menu carefully in an attempt to maximise the sexual impact of the evening – he had every intention of giving both of these young ladies a thorough reaming.

The first course was 3 dozen Whitstable oysters – in his opinion some of the finest around – washed down with a fine, chilled Chablis. The icy chill of the wine and oysters coupled with the sharpness of lemon juice sent a thrill through the three of them as the raw molluscs slid down their throats.

"Fuck," Sue gasped, "this is almost as good as sex."

Things got even better as a large platter of prime East Anglian asparagus soused in butter was served. Being a meal which is almost impossible to eat without making a mess, the three of them soon had greasy mouths and hands. Huge blob of butter slipped from Joan's chin and fell between her tits. She shuddered with pleasure as she allowed it to ooze, unctuously, down over her belly.

The final course, fresh strawberries with cream. The air was tense and filled with the scent of lust. The two women stood and stripped.

"We have a special way of eating strawberries," Sue announced.

Taking it in turns, they pushed cream coated strawberries into their slopping cunts and then allowing the other to remove and eat them using just tongue and teeth. Rupert sat mesmerised. He had eased his throbbing cock from his pants and gently stroked it as he watched Sue struggle to ease a particularly large strawberry from Joan's cunt. A thick slick of strawberry juice and cream had dribbled from Joan's cunt and down over her puckered butt hole. But not for long, as Sue slowly and lovingly licked Joan's crack clean.

"Time to play," Rupert announced and he stripped quickly. His large cock was rigid and almost flat against his belly has he walked over to the bed.

Sue pushed a large strawberry into her cunt and spread her legs wide.

"Hungry?" she asked.

Rupert didn't need to be asked twice and buried his mouth into her furry mound. Not wanting to be left out Joan sucked deeply on his cock.

Rupert was rocked by the scent of Sue's cunt. Not because it was dirty but because of the intensity of the musky aroma of her excitement. Laced with 200% pheromones her juices blew his mind. Never had he been so excited.

Using her Wamphyric abilities Joan worked his cock with her mouth and throat. Peristaltic waves in her throat walls teased and rubbed his cock. Rupert barely had time to groan with pleasure before he blew a huge wad down Joan's throat.

If Rupert had any thought of having a rest then the girls had other ideas. Using their remarkable abilities they kept him in a constant state of arousal over the next two hours, taking it in turns to be fucked and sucked by him. Any porn movie director would have paid serious cash to have filmed the scene.

After half a dozen orgasms Rupert had literally been milked dry. His last had yielded zero gism and had been quite painful. Both girls realised that he had reached the end of his sexual usefulness.

Using her ability to metamorphose Sue widened and opened her mouth and throat. She slid Rupert's cock deep into her throat and gathered his balls into her mouth so that her face was pressed flat against his belly. Rupert was dumbfounded - he had been deep throated many times but no woman had ever taken his balls into her mouth at the same time. In spite of his exhaustion he felt deep arousal.

Joan was content to nuzzle at his neck, gently nibbling and kissing she sent shivers of pleasure through him.

A mental message passed between the women and things changed. Their mouths formed thousands of tendrils of flesh which burrowed deeply into Rupert's body.

Keywords: A, 11, Ch., Chance, To, Love,