Models: Abella Danger & Johnny Love
Lincoln had seen Abella in a lot of sexy outfits. There had been that risqué figure-hugging black dress with the huge cut outs down the sides she had worn to the opening of Club Fantasy. Or the crop top and hotpants she had donned for Jesse’s birthday party, which would have been almost reserved if not for the elaborate harness she had worn over the top, all leather and chains. Not to mention the outfit she had opted for last Halloween, a homemade version of the sewn-together Catwoman costume from those eighties Batman movies, which she had somehow managed to pull off even better than Michelle Pfeiffer herself.
But tonight’s outfit was on another level.
The caution tape wrapped around her nubile figure covered her decency, but only just. The solitary strip over her tits was barely enough to cover her nipples, leaving plenty of cleavage and underboob on show. And while the makeshift hotpants she had wound around her thighs and hips were relatively reserved in comparison, they still exposed her perfect ass which jiggled enticingly with even the smallest movement.
The wording of the tape was actually rather fitting, because she looked like a cautionary tale of what can happen when you completely remove a whore’s inhibitions and allow her sluttiness to run wild.
Lincoln’s mouth was dry. His pulse throbbed in his temples. His eyes were wide. And he had to fight down a moan as Abella did a little twirl before asking the one question he’d been hoping she wouldn’t.
‘So, what do you think?’
Although Lincoln opened his mouth to answer, no response came. His bulging stare roved over her stunning figure – her long bleached hair, her incredible curves, her pretty smile and imploring eyes – but try as he might he couldn’t begin to put into words how hot she looked.
Then again, when his girlfriend looked this arousing, he didn’t need any words at all.
A seductive smile twisted Abella’s lips as she noticed the rapidly swelling bulge in his trousers. ‘I’ll take that to say I look good.’
As it always did, the sight of his erection sent a shudder of arousal through her and she stalked towards him with depravity in her eyes. ‘So do you, stud,’ she purred, pulling on the cape of his Dracula costume to draw him closer as she pressed herself against his chest. ‘In fact, you look good enough to eat,’ she whispered into his ear.
A heartbeat later, she was on her knees.
Together they had spent all day decking out their house for the Halloween party, including setting up all kinds of spooky lighting. Most of the house was lit in bloody red of varying intensities, especially the bedrooms, which they expected would get plenty of use once their guests arrived. But here in the lounge, they had opted for more subtle pink lights set under the sofa with a brighter white lamp overhead – not enough to illuminate the whole room, but plenty to make sure everybody could see what they were doing once the celebrations inevitably turned orgiastic.
As a result, it was as if the room had placed a spotlight on Abella. For a second or two she peered up at him with a mischievous smile, her fingers hooked in the waist of his trousers.
Then those trousers were on the floor and his rigid erection swung up.
Abella grinned, taking his shaft in her hands and stroking it softly. ‘Fuck, you’re so hard already, baby. I hoped this outfit would turn you on, but I didn’t realise it would work this well.’
Lincoln’s lids fluttered as pleasure rapidly surged through his crotch. ‘Are you fucking kidding? You look incredible. I don’t think you’ve ever looked this hot.’
‘Then I bet I’ll look even hotter slobbering on your dick, won’t I?’
Lincoln gave a depraved grin. ‘Then get that fucking cock down your throat, bitch.’
Abella did not need any further encouragement to go down on her man. Without a moment’s hesitation she sucked the head of his dick into her mouth and immediately drew a cry of ecstasy from Lincoln’s lips. Her tongue played over the tip, hot and wet and probing; her teeth grazed gently over his head as she bobbed back and forth, sending thrills through his shaft.
But to Lincoln’s dismay, it soon became clear that she had no intention of throating him at all. She never swallowed any more than the head, leaving the rest of his manhood aching for attention. Yet she eagerly worshipped that small section of his meat, exacerbating his pleasure more and more with every teasing motion while denying him the wet furnace of her throat that he had felt so many times before.
As Lincoln’s arousal mounted it gradually shifted into erotic agony.
‘What… what are you doing? I can’t take it… I can’t… oh fuck,’ he gasped as Abella flicked her tongue over his tip. Every muscle in his body was taut with arousal and he was trembling with the need for release. Her teasing was driving him insane.
‘You didn’t say please,’ Abella giggled. ‘Only studs with good manners get to fuck my throat.’
‘Liar,’ he said.
‘True. You got me. You’re just too much fun to tease, I can’t resist. But don’t worry baby, I have a better reward for you than my throat. And now I think you’re probably hard enough to split me in half if you try.’
Abella was right: her merciless torment had left Lincoln’s rod hard as steel. As she pulled away it twitched erratically, desperate for something to fuck. And Lincoln’s slutty girlfriend was only too happy to satisfy that need.
Dragging him down to the floor, she tore the tape across her crotch to reveal her flushed pussy. Her sex was already twinkling with arousal.
With her hands behind her planted between his legs, she moved forward to straddle his waist, her feet set either side of his hips. Then, as if she had finally taken the warning of her outfit to heart, she cautiously eased down until her pussy began to engulf the head of his cock.
For a moment, she held herself there. Their eyes locked.
‘Happy Halloween, baby,’ Abella purred, and with one smooth motion rolled her hips forward to take Lincoln deep.
The house was already full of the groans of zombies playing on a loop through hidden speakers. But now two very different moans joined the chorus: moans of shameless ecstasy as the two hedonists made love amongst the cobwebs and skeletons and blood-smeared walls.
‘Oh yes! Fuck, you’re so big! That’s it, right there, right there!’ Abella cried, writhing and grinding and bouncing as if her life depended on it.
Lincoln was equally vocal. ‘Holy shit, I can’t remember the last time you were this tight! Yeah, ride that cock, bitch. You’re just a filthy slut and your holes belong to me!’
It felt like an eternity since their lives had changed at the lake, but in that time they had both learned that when they fucked, it always felt just as hot as the first time. They could never tire of it because every time they succumbed to their lust for one another the rest of the world simply seemed to fade away. Between them they had fucked countless others, their relationship having become more and more open over time, but nothing could compare to the ecstasy they could provide each other. It was as if their souls were intertwined, their bodies inexorably drawn to one another. And the result was an insatiable lust for each other that would never run dry.
Lincoln grinned up at Abella, savouring the ripple of her flesh with every thrust he gave. ‘You know, people are going to be here soon. I thought we were supposed to wait until they’d arrived before getting the party started?’
Abella returned his devilish expression. ‘So what? Do you really believe they expected us to resist one another for that long?’ Her words were punctuated by the rhythmic slap of their colliding thighs. ‘Chanel already bet me a hundred bucks that we’d be fucking by the time they arrived. I guess I just lost. But I still say I’m the winner. Then again, I guess it’s only right that as the hosts we greet our guests face to face, don’t you?’
‘My thoughts exactly,’ Lincoln smirked.
A few seconds later, the hung stud was spread out on the sofa as his stunning slut bounced on his cock. Her huge ass jiggled and rippled with every thrust, and it didn’t take long before he gave in to the temptation her exposed rump offered: unable to look away, he ogled and groped and spanked her tanned cheeks, utterly mesmerised.
Abella, meanwhile, was facing towards the entrance hall. So when they heard the door open and heels click on the wooden floor, she was ready to welcome their first guests.
‘Riley, Finn, Teanna, come on in,’ she smiled, all the while rolling her hips to take Lincoln’s cock in long, deep motions. ‘I’m afraid we started the party a little early. We hope you can forgive us.’
The two women were dressed in very skimpy genie outfits, while their burly beaux had come in the robes of a sultan.
‘Of course we can,’ Riley giggled.
‘Just so long as you let us join in the fun,’ Teanna added.
Finn stroked Riley’s hair affectionately. ‘You know, babe, I think Lincoln’s face would look much better with your thighs clamped around it, don’t you?’
‘I guess there’s only one way to find out,’ she replied, and with that the three of them strode over to join the hedonism even as the voices of more guests echoed down the hallway…
Thanks for reading!
I’m not going to lie, it feels really weird to me that the last time I added to the Lake Fantasy storyline was back in December. In my defence, it has been an absolute whirlwind of a year for me, but even before my time was very limited, I often found myself faced with a dilemma when it came to stories like this.
That dilemma boils down to this: long vs short.
Ever since my first Lake Fantasy story back in 2020, new additions to the Fantasy Universe story have always been pretty lengthy things. Trick or Treat and Christmas Cutie were both at least 10 pages long, and each new Club Fantasy story usually hits 15 pages on average. The reason for this is that these stories are my chance to really show off the work of my favourite models, and the whole point of these stories is that they let that work shine.
The issue with this approach is that I can get 3, 4, 5 or more standard blog pieces finished in the time it takes me to finish one Fantasy Universe story, and when I’m only releasing one story per week that is an entire month’s content. They also require more planning, which adds to the time it takes to finish them, and given how massively my schedule has changed in the past few months they’re only taking even longer.
As a result, I tend to just end up writing standard pieces rather than longform ones.
However, for pre-established characters, stories like this feel like a good approach to me. Their transformations are behind them, so we don’t need to spend much time setting the scene. At the same time, they allow me the chance to revisit characters I really enjoy writing (and hopefully you enjoy reading). This piece was a lot of fun for me because I could just dive straight into things, throw in a few cameos, and showcase the work of a model I love without spending a month working on it.
I’m not saying I’ll be adding a new Fantasy Universe story every month, but this story and Hedonistic Honeymoon have shown me that it is possible to revisit these places and characters without pushing the page count into double digits. So I’m definitely much more open now to developing new stories following familiar characters. Whether anyone is even bothered about reading them is another matter, but sometimes you just have to write what you find hot and hope the people come (pun intended).
Remember there is still one more story to come this month. It goes live on Monday, and trust me when I say it’s one you really won’t want to miss.
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