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."
"Ah...yeah...um...I get it."
"Good. Now let me lay a few things out before the picture is fully painted in your head. This weekend is Halloween. Party central for so many, including myself. I'm a mother, and please keep the word that popped in your head just now to yourself. As a mom, quite a few of my Halloweens were spent trick or treating or having Halloween parties for the kiddies. But she's not a kiddie anymore, which means for the past few years I've gotten to enjoy Halloween the way it was meant to be celebrated. With utter sexual debauchery. I see no reason to break such a tradition this year and let's be honest, that's why everyone is in this bar. And yes, that includes you. Am I wrong?"
"Well, I can't say you are." David confirmed.
"Good, then it's settled." Kate finished her pint, licking her lips as the cold brew went down her throat. "Go on then, finish up your lager."
"Wait, what's settled?"
"We're going to fuck, silly boy." Kate giggled and grinned. It was genuine but she also knew if he seriously had any resistance to this idea she just torpedoed it. "Look, you just agreed that everyone is here to fuck. That would of course include you. I'd also wager you're here waiting for friends and it's a lad's night out. You are clearly not the D.D. otherwise; you wouldn't even be drinking a lager. So, while your company might be missed by your mates I can guarantee you won't really be missing them. That might sound a bit egotistical but I do believe by the end of the night you won't regret it. So, what will it be? Drinks with the boys or will the American werewolf have a holiday in London?"
After hearing that and seeing the smolderingly sexy smile on Kate's face David gave her the only answer any sane man would give her in that moment; he chugged the rest of his beer and followed Kate right out of the bar.
It was short walk to Kate's planned destination and it was thankfully not full of pointless "getting to know you" chatter. David knew her name and what this was and was fine with it. The only chatter to be had was everyone noticing Kate's costume, which was its intent. Another bonus of that was the lack of paparazzi notice. Kate had been in Los Angeles and in show business long enough to know how paps worked. They were in hibernation, saving their energy for Saturday and Sunday when the elite parties would happen. Those parties would also be far away from this little section of town. Since it wasn't on the pap radar, she was in the clear for whatever she wanted to do.
Of course their final destination was also doubling down on being pap-proof. Even if they had been on the prowl, they wouldn't be at a cemetery. It was another part of this area that was hidden. It wasn't a small resting place either. However, it wasn't a place paps would think to look even if they knew the British brunette was there dressed as the most deliciously slutty hooker imaginable.
"This a short cut?" David asked.
"No, this is it," she said with a smile, slightly confusing him. She could understand it. Fucking in a cemetery was taboo, at least for some. Not for Kate. For her it wasn't a big deal. She'd done it quite a few times in college. Something about the aesthetic. It was when she was really into studying poetry and they were all fun memories. A bit morbid, she'd agree, but fun nonetheless.
David was a bit apprehensive, Kate could sense that. But he was also going along with it. The power of pussy was a bit too strong. However, Kate had noted, most didn't mind being enthralled by such power. She lead him to a Mausoleum. It was ornate, but not so much it stood out. It was the McMansion of overpriced remembrances. They weren't going in, Kate's lust wasn't so macabre to find that an option. Instead, she led him to the back of the cement structure and pressed him against the wall. The pressing went further, her lips to his with a touch of Kate's tongue slipping into his mouth before it broke. The game was afoot.
