Begging For It

“I…I…I need you Sam!” she cried, unable to hide her desire any longer. “Oh Goddess I need you so badly! I’ve never needed anyone like this!”

“Need me to do what, Vic?” He released her wrists and grabbed ahold of her ankles, pulling her wider.

“I need you to take me. I need the most powerful man in the world to fuck my brains out!” She heard the pleading in her voice, heard how weak and desperate she sounded, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the hunger within her. “Please Sam, please, I can’t wait anymore, please fill me up now!”

Samaritan gave her a cold, hard laugh, “That’s right slut, beg to be used like the cum slave you are!” And with that he flipped her over in mid air until he was above and behind her. In the past, they’d never been able to manage this position without her wings getting in the way, but he let go of her ankles to grasp the base of her wings with both fists and bent them aside, his hold on her the only thing now holding her up. “You’re just a weak girl who needs to be taken and put in her place, aren’t you slut?” The tip of his cock still teasing her most sensitive region.

He’d never spoken disrespectfully to her - not Sam! – but she was horrified to realize how much it was turning her on. “Yes, oh yes I am. I need to be taken, I need you to show me what a real man can do!!” She was practically whimpering.

“About damn time,” her man growled as he pulled her towards him and with one thrust drove his massive cock balls deep inside her. The feeling was indescribable and completely overwhelming, and she cried out as she felt a burst of ecstasy rush through her and pushed into the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.

“Oh Sam…please Sam…don’t stop!” she pleaded as he kept thrusting deep in her cunt. She squeezed her own swollen breasts, dangling below her. “Oh Sam…please…”

“Who’s Sam?” a voice said suddenly. Wait…

“You think she’s talking about Samaritan?” another voice said. What?

“Who else do you think, dumbass!” this in a woman’s voice. That shouldn’t be…

“Hell, I’ll be Sam if that’s what she wants.” No, something’s not…

Winged Victory awoke with a start, losing control of her wings and falling about three feet to land on hard ground.

She looked around, realizing with a shock that she was as naked as in her dreams. But rather than being high in the sky alone with Samaritan, she was lying in a parking lot outside some nightclub. The romantic full moon of her dream was a dingy streetlight. About a dozen people were standing around her, mostly men but some women. All were watching her with flushed faces. A few of them were rubbing their crotches. All of them had cell phones out, recording her.

She still had two fingers inserted in her own dripping vagina.

An older woman with pink hair took a drag on her cigarette and said in a raspy voice, “Nice dream, honey?”