All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
All Harlot's Eve 2: An American Werewolf in London Starring Kate Beckinsale
(MF, Oral, Anal, Exhibitionism)
*Edited by Slyguy
Kate Beckinsale loathed the word MILF. Completely and totally. It felt cheap and tawdry to her. She didn't begrudge those that had no problem with the term but never once liked being referred to as that. There was another term she preferred and that was cougar.
Cougar sounded sexy and was accurate, in her mind. She was, as a consistently thirsty older woman, on the prowl regularly and she did have a fondness for rare meat. Not that men her own age to didn't flip some switches like the Oxford alumni. While she wasn't one of her schoolmates who were very into flirting with their professors at New College she did see the appeal elsewhere in barkeeps, shop owners and a few other older gentlemen.
However as she got older she couldn't help but always want a bit of rare meat. Men in their twenties were just so...energetic. Many were eager to please and learn as long as the lesson plan was suitably stimulating.
Of course she'd run into a few problems, but she'd found that was true regardless of a young stud or a seasoned stallion sharing her time. Maybe the most frequent one was men with big dicks thinking the big dicks solved all problems. While a nice fat cock was appealing, it could be limiting for the owner. If it was too big then Kate would restrict them to just the front entrance...and that restriction would be doubled if they just used that dick as a simple battering ram in her pussy.
Fortunately, most knew what they were doing...or were very receptive students. At the moment, Kate would be happy with an either or situation. She was hunting for a Halloween snack, something a bit more than a treat. She was looking for the whole candy bar, not something funsize. When she was in this kind of mood, the British bombshell always found a nearby pub in Beverly Hills. It was always nice to see a slice of home in California and the Hollywood scene offered precious few examples for her taste. Most of the pubs she'd found treated the idea of a pub like Outback Steakhouse treated Australia.
The Blue Moon however was different. The fact it was found in Beverly Hills was shocking enough, but that it wasn't bougie as all Hell and overpriced nearly gave her a coronary. Once that shock was done, it became a favorite place for Kate to come buy for a pint and maybe find a bit of fun that could last a few weeks.
She was there on the Friday before Halloween in her favorite booth in the corner right next to the old movie monsters, or reprints of them. Kate had found this was the best play for her cat-like gaze to see the best candidates for her desires. A few came up right off the bat. Handsome lads but they were more in the reserves. The ones she'd go to if all else failed. However, one man came along that benched those reserves. He didn't have the muscle mass of some of them but he did have a certain it factor that drew Kate in like a moth to a flame.
Mutton chops. It was such an odd things to have drawn her in on the man but they caught her eye she saw herself a delightful looking scruffy snack. And like most everyone at the Blue Moon, he was in costume. The best she could describe was an Old West undertaker, the outfit having a wonderfully sexy and creepy vibe perfect for the season. As for Kate, she went with someone predictable but she wasn't out to win any costume contests. She was a streetwalker, or a whore, to be blunt. Knee-high leather boots, fishnets, a tight halter-top and nothing else. No panties, no bra. Both for the sake of authenticity and to not get in the way once she pounced on her prey. Now, to Kate, her prey had been found.
She watched him move across the bar, a lioness laser focused on her gazelle. He got his beer and was sitting at a table for one. Whether he was waiting for someone or not was irrelevant, at least to Kate and she was certain it would be to him too. She grabbed her pint and walked over to him, feeling the turning heads watching her walk by, each gaze undressing her for their owner's imagination.
"Seat taken?" Kate asked, taking the seat before he could answer.
"Uh...um," Mr. Muttonchops said, a bit stunned. Kate liked that. Not just because it was flattering but it usually meant she didn't have to bother with an introduction. If someone knew who she was, she could skip those particular pleasantries and go right in for the kill.
"Good." Kate said before his brain could take in all the new information. "And since in all that stuttering I pieced together you know me. I don't know you. Fix that. What's your name?"
"Uh...um...D-David." He stuttered.
"I like it. Easy to remember. And David, I simply must ask because they're what got my attention from across the bar, are those real or some kind of Halloween make-up?" She pointed at his chops, which caused him to touch them.
"Oh...no these are real Ms. Beckinsa-"
"Kate," she corrected.
"Kate," he said with a nervous gulp. "Nope all real, all Wolf Man. I've had them since like junior year of high school and people say I look like a werewolf so that's the nickname."
"A werewolf? How fitting. Not just because of all those bloody Underworld movies I did. Being a Londoner, we have a special affinity for werewolves if movies are to be believed. Werewolf of London, She-Wolf of London, An American Werewolf in London...and aren't you lucky?"
"Well yeah...I mean you're sitting here."
"Well, thank you but not just that. Going by that old schoolboy nickname you told me about. After all, a Wolf Man is in fact a werewolf...and I'm from London...I think you have enough context clues to put together my intent from that, luv."
