Chapter 321: Appetizer (R-18)

Mary slid her right hand over the fabric of Mark's pants, caressing with the tips of her fingers the bulge that was beginning to form.

Her movements were deliberately slow, going up and down with a soft but constant pressure.

Mark felt the heat concentrating there immediately, the blood pushing downward while his cock responded to the contact.

"Looks like someone is very happy to feel me again," she murmured next to his ear, her voice loaded with amusement. "Hello again, DarkLord69."

"Don't call my dick that, please…"

Mark closed his eyes for a second, noticing how the friction of the fabric against the sensitive skin made him harden faster than he expected.

Mary's hand didn't stop; it wrapped around the outline with her fingers, squeezing lightly and releasing, repeating the gesture until the erection was completely outlined under the clothes.

"Fuck, Mary…," he said, his voice deeper than usual. "Stop playing…"

Then he turned in her arms and, since Mary was slightly taller than him, he had to lift his face a little to look at her.

Their eyes met for an instant.

Mark raised a hand, placed it on the nape of her neck and pulled her toward him.

The kiss started with closed lips, but almost immediately Mary opened her mouth and Mark did the same. Their tongues met, wet and hot.

He pushed his inside, exploring the interior of her mouth with slow and deep movements.

Mary responded with the same intensity, lightly sucking his tongue before giving it back. Her taste was sweet and familiar.

Mark felt Mary's body pressing against his, her large breasts soft and heavy crushing against him as the kiss lengthened.

Then, without separating her mouth, Mary lowered both hands.

With her right she unfastened the zipper of Mark's pants and pulled the waistband down enough to free his cock.

The cold air of the dream world brushed against the hot skin for a second before her fingers wrapped completely around it.

Mary began to stroke him with firm and regular movements, going up from the base almost to the tip and down again.

Meanwhile with her left hand she reached his balls, caressing them with the tips of her fingers, weighing them and squeezing them gently.

Mark let out a low sigh against her mouth and after a few seconds they separated from the kiss, both breathing a little faster.

Mary looked down, watching how her hand pleasured Mark.

"You really do have a huge cock, honey," she said, without stopping stroking him. "Now I understand why your wives don't want to let you go."

Her fingers focused on the head. She rubbed the glans with her thumb in slow circles, pressing just under the ridge.

A drop of precum appeared at the opening and she spread it over the sensitive surface, making the movement more slippery.

Mark felt his pulse accelerate at the base of his cock. Every brush of the thumb sent a jolt straight up his spine.

"Mary… if you keep doing that I'm going to come," he warned, his voice tense.

Hearing that she stopped immediately. The hand remained still around the shaft, neither squeezing nor releasing.

"Not yet, honey…," she said, looking him in the eyes with a small smile. "First I want to try something I saw your little vampire girlfriend do to you."

"Her name is Rose…"

"Yeah, yeah, her. Whatever her name is."

Mary snapped her fingers.

And then an elegant dark-wood bed with white sheets appeared behind them, materializing out of nowhere.

At the same time, Mark's clothes vanished completely. He was left naked from one second to the next, his skin exposed to the cold air of that empty world.

Before he could react, Mary pushed him with both hands toward the floor.

Mark fell sitting onto the nonexistent surface, his back resting against nothing.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs together at first, and then opened them, revealing her pussy that had already started to drip from arousal.

"Why did you do that?" he began to ask, still confused by the abrupt change.

Mary raised a finger and put it over her own lips.

"Shhhh… let me work."

Then she lifted both feet and placed them on Mark's cock.

The soles of Mary's feet wrapped firmly around the cock. The soft, warm skin slid easily thanks to the precum that already covered the glans and part of the shaft.

She raised her feet to the tip, squeezing lightly, and then lowered them to the base, trapping the thickness between both soles.

The movement was constant, unhurried at first, letting the natural lubrication do the work.

Mark rested his hands on the nonexistent floor behind him. Every pass of the feet sent a wave of heat from the base to the head.

He felt the occasional brush of her toes against the glans, a more delicate touch that contrasted with the constant pressure of the soles.

"Tell me, honey," Mary said, without stopping the movement. "Who does it better? The little vampire or me?"

That question reached Mark in the middle of an especially slow upward stroke that made him clench his jaw.

"Don't ask me that kind of thing…," he answered, his voice tense.

Mary let out a soft laugh.

"Aww, you break my heart. You don't even give me an answer."

Mark didn't reply. He couldn't. His mind was clouding with every stroke.

The pleasure was building too fast to focus on jokes. He felt the pulse beating against her soles, the heat concentrating at the tip, and the urge to thrust upward.

Mary noticed the change and immediately increased the speed. The feet went up and down with more force, squeezing harder on every pass.

The wet sound of the precum became more audible.

Meanwhile Mark's hips began to move to the rhythm of Mary's feet.

"Shit…," he murmured. "I can't hold it anymore."

The orgasm hit all at once. Mark arched his back and came hard.

The semen shot out in thick jets, completely covering the soles and toes of Mary's feet.

The first spurt was so strong it splashed upward, reaching her navel and leaving a white trail across the skin of her belly.

Another shorter jet reached the lower part of her face, staining her chin and a bit of her cheek. Mark kept cumming while Mary's feet continued moving a little longer, milking the last drops until the cock began to throb with less intensity.

Mary looked at her semen-covered feet and then down at her own belly and the trail that had reached her face.

"I'm going to take that as you preferring me."

"Don't put words in my—"

He couldn't finish speaking because Mary snapped her fingers again. And from one second to the next Mark was no longer sitting on the floor.

He appeared lying on his back on the bed, still completely naked.

Mary moved calmly until she sat astride him. Then she took his hands and interlaced her fingers with his, bringing them to both sides of his head.

Leaving Mark's cock resting against her belly.

Mark could feel her soft weight, the brush of her wet crotch dripping onto the base of his cock and his balls.

Mary leaned over him, her hair falling to one side of her face, and looked down at him from above.

"How about we go for the main course, honey?"