Battle for Dominance 2 - Road Trip?

Additionnal warnings: Exhib/Voy, HJ, Humil, Rim, Threesome


Their next break was for entertainment. As they drove down the interstate, Faith spotted a Walmart.

“I wanna stop and get me one of those portable DVD players.” At Spike’s incredulous look, she added: “It’s not like these looks don’t get me what I want!” Pause. “We could get some ‘Passions’ DVD’s…” and sealed the deal. He pulled into the parking lot, choosing a spot off to the side, marked for associates.

“Better hurry, love. If you’re gonna charm someone inta givin’ you wot ya want, you might wanna get there while they still letcha in…”

So, off she trotted towards the store, no apparent care in the world.

Once inside, she quickly spotted someone wearing a name badge and a tie, and bee lined towards him.

“Hiya! Greg?” she said, snapping her gum and flashing a smile with burgundy lips. “I wonder if you could help me…” she started, a sure-fire way for a pretty girl to get service in any store from any manager. “I’m looking for one of those portable DVD players…”

He walked her over to the display, and helped her choose one. She peppered him with questions, about all kinds of things while flirting with him. She led him over to the DVD’s and picked up the first two seasons of ‘Passions’ along with a few other movies she wanted to see, all the while, fluttering her eyelashes at him, giving him coy smiles and subtly touching him as much as possible.

She walked beside him while he carried her ‘purchases’, bypassing the registers while whispering at him.

“Greg, I just love a man in a tie… It makes me wanna just rip off your shirt so it’s all that’s hidin that strong chest of yours and kiss my way down to that hard cock you’re packin’… You know what I wanna do next?” she continued, leading him right out the door as they called out the five minute warning the store was closing.

“I’m gonna suck it until you can’t take it anymore, then I’m gonna ride you till you can’t see straight, and I’m sure you’ll never forget my name…”

By this point, Greg could barely walk upright from the pressure in the crotch of his pants, so when she pointed at a car nearby, he didn’t even hesitate to put the things down and turn to face her.

She teased until she felt Spike close in on them, then ripped Greg’s shirt open, eliciting from him a startled gasp. She leaned him against the random car, licked down his chest until she reached his pants, and opened his belt while nuzzling his erection. By now, she could feel Spike just out of reach, so she opened her toy’s trousers, and started to pull him out, with her mouth so close, he could feel her moist breath on his exposed manhood.

“Wotcha doin’ love?” Spike queried, making the other man jump several inches.

“Mmmm, Spike… I wanna fuck him!” she answered, while Greg was seriously considering running all the way home. ‘Really, I could maybe make it…’

“Yeah, that’s what I figured, but you left me outta the whole start!” he complained, frightening him further. ‘Scared and he hasn’t even seen my scary face!’ the vampire marvelled.

“OK, love, whatever makes ya happy,” he finished with a smirk.

By the word ‘love’ she had the human’s cock in her mouth; sucking him hard enough for him to arch right off the hood he was leaned up against. She worked him a minute, until he was taught as a bowstring, at which point she backed off, looking over her shoulder at Spike.

“I want you to eat me while I eat him…” she said with a sexy pout. “Turn around,” she commanded the manager, who once again looked uncertain.

“Come on, mate! Do wot the lady tells ya to! Don’t be a pussy,” Spike coaxed.

“You’ll like it, won’t he Baby?”

“Course he will. My gal here, she’s very good,” he continued as the human reluctantly complied.

Faith undid the clasp to her burgundy leather pants, bent at the waist and lowered them just enough so that Spike could eat her good: Get her nice and ready to ride this man until she had her fill. Meanwhile, she ate Greg’s ass with abandon, fingering him, getting him willing to do anything she suggested while he was sprawled against that car.

The vampire took advantage of his position to fondle the Slayer’s testicles while he could; he wasn’t quite sure what her plan was for this pitiful specimen.

When she decided Greg could probably get fucked without sounding like a murder victim, she slowed down and told them her plan.

“I wanna ride you, while my lover here, fucks you silly: I want him, to fuck me, through you.”

With that, she straddled his thighs, pulled out a condom from her barely-there top, and rolled it onto his length. Her pants, tight like a second skin, just lowered enough to expose her ass and conveniently hiding from view what she wanted hidden. She lowered herself onto his cock, and sat all the way down. He made a strangled whimper.

“Been a while, tiger?” she asked as she leaned as far forward as she could go, hooking her heels around his knees, and pulling them with her, leaving him wide open for Spike to defile.

He reached around and pulled a second condom out of her shirt, passing an inch from the human’s face buried in her cleavage.

“Lucky for you, mate, I always keep some slick on my person,” he told Greg. The vampire put on the rubber, added the warming lotion and leaned into Faith’s toy.

“Ah! Wait! Oh, my-! Stop! Stop! Wait!” he panicked, feeling he was being split in half down the middle as soon as Spike got the thick head of his cock most of the way past his tight ring of muscles.

“What is it, Greg? You want us to stop?” she made to get off.

“NO! No! Just, just hang on. Please! Please, don’t stop. Don’t, don’t stop, keep, keep going, just slow” he pleaded. Faith decided to grind a bit to help along the process. She wanted to get this going NOW!

Spike was floating in happy land, lightly thrusting, slowly working his way into this clenching human.

After a bit, Faith felt him start breathing again.

“See, it’s not so bad, is it?” she coaxed, starting to ride him faster, allowing the vampire behind her to start pumping harder, rocking the car they were using. Before long, Greg’s whimpers became moans, and he had his legs wrapped around Spike, heels digging into his rump. He was pounding away with as much abandon as he could muster, either up into Faith, or down towards Spike.

The moans became whimpers again as he approached his completion. Taking this as her cue, Faith stopped delaying her own orgasm.

“I wanna come on your face!” she decided, getting off his cock and climbing up his body. He opened his mouth wide without even being told to, as he clutched at her thighs, trying to bring her to his mouth.

This is when she decided to yank down the front of her pants more, and pull out her cock, just in time to climax across his face, spurt after spurt, laying pretty stripes for all to see. He exclaimed from the first moment, not expecting ejaculate in his mouth, then in earnest when she got a bit in his wide open eyes. “It burns! Oh, God!”

“Oh, yeah! Oh!” she revelled in the sensations, the shock and scandal apparent in his expression.

Spike was again in rapture over all the conflicting scents coming off him, how tight he became in his alarm, all of it combined with Faith’s release fresh in the air…

She got off the hood of the car and righted her pants before coming over to help Spike humiliate the man further. She removed the condom he was wearing, poured some of the lubricant in her hand, and started stroking him, getting him closer to the edge.

Then she turned to Spike and smiled evilly. He didn’t need to turn to know they had a fair sized audience, he could feel them watching.

“Ya want more, don’cha Greg?” she goaded. “You love having his big cock ramming into you, don’t you. Ya want him ta fuck you till you can’t walk straight anymore? Say it, Greg, say it.”

“Urgh… I… I want it!... I want… his cock… I… love it!... Yeah!” he gasped, when the breath wasn’t shoved out of him.

“Are ya gonna come, Greg? Are you gonna squeeze his cock so hard it’ll feel like you’re tryin’ ta take it with you? Show me how much you love it,” she kept on him until he popped his top.

Someone gasped in the crowd, drawing the attention of the only one who had been unaware of the show.

He panicked, seizing up even tighter than he had for the initial penetration. “Ya know what the worst part is, don’cha Greg? They all heard you going on about how much you were loving every minute of it,” she tormented him. “You know in your heart of hearts, we offered to stop, and you begged us not to. You wanted this as much as we did, and you’d do it all over again, wouldn’t you? Yeah, you definitely would. You’d even have me fuck you then put it in your mouth. Look at you! All this humiliation, you’re still hard as ever!”

The arousal from the crowd, from Greg, from Faith, the mortification, degradation, semen… Between all these scents swirling before him and the furnace-hot vice still clamped obscenely around his cock, Spike nearing the end of his performance.

Faith finished him off by moving from beside the car to directly behind him and biting into his throat hard enough to pierce the skin, and SUCKED. Spike came, roaring his completion.

The finishing touch on their entertainment for the evening was Spike leaving the used condom on the hood of the car beside Greg, as a further indignity. They left him splayed, with torn clothing after being well and thoroughly fucked senseless in front of his employees on one of their cars, with semen dribbling down his face, across his chest, and in a condom beside him…

They walked away, taking care not to forget their ‘purchases’. They waited at their car for a bit to savour the scene just a bit more.

Faith turned to her lover with a big smile, her lipstick smudged around sexily.

“D’ya have fun, baby?” she asked coyly.

“Don’t you know it, love!”

“I knew you would! I picked a good one, huh? Now let’s roll out ‘fore the heat gets here!” she exclaimed, getting into the car and pointing in front of them. “Thatta way!”

“Next time I get to pick, yeah?” Spike added with a crooked smile, taking off.

TBC

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