Chanel had for the first time in ages been out all night, to the fullest enjoying her encounters as a hunter, finding and capturing her prey. She sat in the back seat of the cab, remembering the stunned and easily conquered young men that she had met, enjoying to see in their eyes the reactions to her newly embraced fashion. The dress, the blouse, the shoes, they all gave a image of a sexual creature, and that was the new Chanel that had risen. It was who she was, a woman with great needs of sexual pleasure combined with the warmth of safety in her position of being in control. That was what she wanted, that was what she needed, that was what she had begun making sure she got.
She fixed her clothes that was clinging to her slender body, to her amazement enjoying her own touch as her hands were sliding along the length of her legs. The gentle touch, the gorgeous sight of her elegant hands on her thighs, it all had a strange effect on her. It was as if her body was reacting to the touch of someone else, every cell remembering the events of the night, and she looked out the window with a smile on her face. At that moment, the entire engineered pile of metal the driver would call a cab came to a full stop after furiously shaking for a brief moment. She was thrown forward into the protective glass that was standing like a transparent wall between her and the cabby, and came to her senses in a split second.
There they were, in the middle of the park, in a dead cab. It had taken it's last sip of gasoline and then halted in its tracks, and it wouldn't budge regardless the amount of cursing that was emitting from the drivers seat. It took a few moments before they both understood what the situation meant, and she got out without saying a word while the cabby grabbed the microphone and called the central for help. She wanted home, but she was without transportation in a dark and silent park. Looking around, she noticed a faint light coming from a place down the road, and she started walking towards it.
Her steps were confident, though had she begun to consider the statistics of violence against woman walking alone in the park, she might have acted differently. Yet her thoughts never crossed into those paths, she wasn't to be a victim or someone's prey, it was the complete opposite. Each step closer meant an increase in the passion that was starting to become apparent in her lustful body, and she started hearing sounds which formed into music and laughter. It seemed that she had come to a small amusement area of the park, and people were dancing to the low music from a violin and a harpsichord. Chanel looked around, and without her noticing the effect the music had on her, the need for physical pleasure started nagging her in the back of her head.
The hunter's instinct came to life, and her eyes started wandering from side to side, where she found an appealing and promising prey in the shadows underneath a tree. She moved gracefully and instinctively towards the lonely young man who was resting at the root of the tree. He sat down with his legs crossed, leaning towards the tree and with his eyes closed as if he was trying to shut out the rest of the world. Chanel was silent in her steps as she moved towards him. No one noticed her as she moved through the shadows, and that made her slit wet. As she took the last step, which placed her feet on either side of the sitting young man, she lifted her short skirt and pushed her hips against his head. Her swift move fixed his head between her thighs and the tree.
"Eat me."
Her voice was harsh, demanding, overwhelming even to her own ears, and the surprise must have been absolutely shocking to the man, but Chanel had no time to wait for a tongue on her clit, so she grabbed his dark hair with her left hand and pulled him closer. The satisfaction of feeling him licking her was true joy, and she moaned out as she met his tongue with her moving hips. She felt the rush of power going through her body as the scent of her pussy filled his nostrils and invaded his being with commands to please her.
For a long time she stood standing along the length of the tree, feeling his tongue explore her soft wet sex, each passing move over her clit causing a shiver in her body. He wasn't that talented, but his eagerness made up for that, and Chanel enjoyed her superiority. The situation was perfect, so close to the unknowing people on the other side of the tree and large bushes. She felt his hands sliding up and down her legs, and gave him further instructions that reacted in a surprised mumbling into her crotch.
"Take out your cock and jerk off. Do it now."
She noticed the hesitation although her body was flaming with heat, and managed to whisper once more while forcefully pushing his head closer to the tree.
"Do it, jerk off and come at my feet."
She was pleased as she felt his right hand move away from her leg and moments later hear the silent sound of him unzipping his pants. His tongue was still remarkably whipping around in her tight box, but it wasn't making her feel the intensity that she wanted. He just wasn't good enough, so she kneeled into his lap and grabbed his hair in her hands while pushing her breasts against his face. She was not more than a few inches away from his hard cock, and she felt his hand against her pussy as he kept masturbating. She wanted him inside of her tight walls and lowered herself, until she felt his cock head against her entrance. She sat still while listening to the silence around them, and the choked mumbles and moans between her breasts before she let his hard cock slide into her. She began to ride him and felt him grow harder and thicker inside her cunt.
"Tell me when you are about to come."
Her words were meant to be a way to secure herself that he would not come inside of her, but it made him moan loudly into her full bosom. She knew that he wouldn't last long enough for her to reach the orgasm she needed, and stood up. Looking down into his pleading eyes she leaned forward and took his throbbing member in her hand. Just the mere touch made him close his eyes and let out a long, low moan, but she held him still until he opened his eyes again. At that time she started to slowly stroke him, only to stop each time he closed his eyes and continue as he opened them again. She dipped her fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, and placed them against his lips, and he took them in and sucked them while she kept stroking him when his eyes were open.
"You fucking tease." he whispered when she withdrew her fingers from his mouth, to give him more of the sweet taste of her pussy, but his cursing had no place in her world, so she stood up and watched his confused being.
"You wanna come, then you better hurry, because in ten seconds, I'm gonna scream."
No sooner than her voice had reached his ears was his hand stroking his cock. He was stroking it quickly while his hand reached underneath his balls. He was an ass-person, who needed to be teased in the ass to come hard, but she did not do anything about it. She started to whisper.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."
She didn't need to scream, the young man did it for her. He was twitching like a fish on dry land as his body was thrown into an orgasmic storm, and Chanel watch him ejaculate a small amount of cum which kept sticking to his hand. She turned around, leaving him there to his fate, and fought her own sense of disappointment as she continued to search for that worthy prey.
