Passion desire Lust

Story 12 The Curse

She sat across the table from me with her hands folded on it. Her eyes followed a cockroach that was crawling up the wall, and her young face was drawn and pale. When I had found her, she was on the brink of death, lying in an alley off the strip in Las Vegas. I had gone in to take a piss before going to my car after work.

It wasn’t until I almost tripped over her that I saw her, a small figure lying on her side barely breathing. My first thought was to call an ambulance, but when I knelt next to her, she reached out with her small hand. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was doing, maybe she wanted to hold my hand in death, but as I reached for it, she moved it away and put it on my crotch.

“Give me your seed,” she whispered through dry lips.

“I don’t understand,” I said while fumbling with my phone.

“Your cock, take it out.”

I dropped the phone and looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, and the pupil so dilated I couldn’t see the color of her eyes. They were just black holes.

“I don’t understand,” I said.

With her final strength, she dug her nails into my jeans, and I heard how they cut through the fabric. She grabbed hold of my cock and using it as leverage she pulled herself closer so she could put my flaccid dick in her mouth.

hine like a child?”

What happened next is hard to explain. There was no real pleasure just a tickling feeling as she emptied my nut-sack from its content like a child drinks from a straw.

When I was empty, she burped and then slowly got up. I moved away a bit watching her. Standing she was no more than five-five or maybe five-six. A small girl but her boobs were those of a bigger woman. She wore a short black dress that was smudged with dirty rainwater. Her white top was no longer white but gray from the filth in the alleyway. Her eyes slowly became normal, and I noted they were deep green like that of moss. Her black long straight hair hung around her shoulders, and her lush lips were slightly open.

“Who are you?” I asked while trying to stuff my cock back into my ripped jeans.

“Sarafina, I wish to thank you, you have saved my life.”

I looked around to make sure this wasn’t a prank. I expected someone with a camera to come jumping out from the shadows.

She smiled at my concern and then helped me up. Despite being so small, she was quite strong, and when I was standing, she reached up to my chest.

“Do you need a hospital?” I asked.

“No, but a place to stay to rest and recover my strength, do you live alone?”

Her voice had an accent, not pronounced but clearly there. I couldn’t place it, but it was quite nice and sounded kind of sexy.

“Sure, yeah, I do. My car is parked over there,” I said and put my arm around her so I could support her.

****

“Sarafina, who are you?” I asked gently.

She brought her gaze from the cockroach to me, and a small smile grew on her lips. It was morning, and the sun shone through my dirty windows, and dust particles danced in the air. I had an empty coffee mug in front of me and Sarafina a half-full glass of water.

My body was exhausted which wasn’t strange considering Sarafina had been lying between my legs with my cock in her mouth sucking out my cum. She only took an hour’s break so my balls could fill up again. After the tenth time the sun had come up, and she went into the bathroom.

When she came out a little while later, she was showered and looked quite normal. There were still dark rings under her eyes but her beautiful lush mouth was reddish and her green eyes clear.

“I am very, very, old and as you know, my name is Sarafina,” her voice was kind.

“Old? Shit, you can’t be more than eighteen or nineteen at the most.”

She laughed a deep sound that made my heart warm. “My dear, Jake, I am close to five thousand years old.”

My jaw dropped. “C’mon, are you high?”

She got up and went over to my bookshelf that was crumbling under all the pocketbooks that were crammed into it. I collect more books than I read, I guess. She ran her right index finger along the spines, and on the bottom shelf, she found what she was looking for. A King James Bible, she flicked through it, and when she found what she was looking for she placed the open Bible in front of me and said, “Read.”

It was open to the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, the two cities destroyed by God since the people there lived in sin.

“Yeah, I know the story, what about it?”

She sat back down again and took my hands in hers before pulling me closer. I had to stand, and when I tried to get away from her, she pulled me harder, so I ended up lying on the table, my face just inched from her heaving boobs.

She spoke over my head. “Do you remember the man named Lot, nephew of Abraham?”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Yeah, kind of, wasn’t his wife turned to salt when she looked back at the cities. Hey, let go of me.”

She did, and I sat back down again, rubbing my wrists. “You are kind of mean, you know. I helped you back to life, and you treat me like shit.”

Her eyes bore into mine. “Do you want to know who I am, or w

Her voice was harder than before and had gone an octave deeper.

“Sure, okay, Lot’s wife turned to salt, so what?”

“He and his wife had two daughters, I am the older, my sister Laka died thousands of years ago, but I live on, cursed by the angels who got my family and me out of Sodom that fateful day.”

“Cursed, c’mon, you are just having a bad trip from drugs you took last night. Do you remember where you live, I can take you there.”

Instead of answering my questions, she said, “Don’t you find it strange that I spent all night sucking on your cock and drinking your seed?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “yeah, I guess I do, but who am I to complain. It’s not every day I meet a hot horny girl like you.” I grinned at her, but it faded since her gaze was not very friendly.

“That is my curse. Since I sinned, I was cursed to drink men’s seed at least three times a day, until the end of time. I have wandered the earth for thousands of years, fucking, sucking cock, and drinking cum just so I can survive.”

There was a long silence, I looked away, sure I was dealing with a crackpot teenager. I was about to tell her we should go to the hospital when she said, “I’ll prove it to you.”