In Good Faith

Chapter 1

I've always seen myself as a broad-minded broad, especially where sex is concerned. I'm adventurous, aggressive and erotic, yet sophisticated. I have a healthy libido and I get what I want when I want it. What I want right now is Spike. Cordelia made me welcome when I first came to live here with Angel and company at the Hyperion, but what's a girl to do when she's got an itch? She needs someone to scratch it, right? That someone's gonna be Spike! He just doesn't know it yet.

The first time I saw Spike was at the Bronze in Sunnydale back in the day. I was taken by his beauty, then by his obvious intelligence, followed by his quick wit and deprecating sense of humour. However, he didn't meet me, as I was 'not at home,' so to speak. On this day, my second time of encountering him, it was his lithe athletic build which caught my attention as he walked into the kitchen to help himself to coffee.

I was in there trying to figure out the new-fangled coffeemaker and turned around when I heard him approach. I wasn't prepared for the Adonis that met my eyes. 'Spike,' I thought, my brain in a whirl, the master vampire; I hadn't known he was one of the hierarchy at the Hyperion. I thought he lived in New Orleans-I'd heard talk of the 'Master' and his consort, the celebrated 'Baby.'

I couldn't believe he was here, and after perusing him for some seconds I knew I wanted him between my legs and doing his bit to cement human/vampire relations aka The Scourge and The Pride. It was all very pc now, you know. He stared back at me and said "Hello, luv, have we met?" for all the world like we were at some tea party or something.

When I nodded he looked surprised and I gave him the gist. He looked sceptical, but was very charming. He introduced himself and when I told him my name I could see light dawning. "Yeah right, you're the other Slayer! The one that's been banged up?" he said in that gorgeous, melt-the- clothes-off-my-body voice. "That's me all right, just got out not long ago." I didn't go on about it: 'Never explain, never complain' is my motto. Anyway, he'd know all about Angel getting me released and everything from the other occupants of the hotel.

I got him to show me how to work the coffeemaker gizmo and stood as close to him as I could. God, what is it about him? He's gorgeous, just stunning, those eyes, those abs, everything. I could feel my arousal growing as I stood elbow to elbow and I'm sure I saw his nostrils twitching. I should have taken him when I was in B's body; what a missed opportunity, I mustn't have been thinking straight that night, I can tell you.

My mind was churning: just how was I going to get him into bed with me, yet at the same time not incur the wrath of his consort and possibly the others, minions or childer or whatever they were. One of them was visiting at the minute; a little French girl…Claudia I think her name was. I'd heard some talk in the short time I'd been at the hotel and they all seemed a really close-knit bunch; I didn't want to get on the wrong side of any of them. Plus, I wanted to stay at the Hyperion-closest thing I've had to a family since … well, ever.

"So, pet," he said when we'd both gotten a mug of steaming Java to hand. "Settling in are you?" I met his gaze and made polite conversation, though it's not really my bag. All the while my brain was whirling, thinking how I could get him to make the first move.

I then hit on the idea of acting all shy and retiring. Telling him I'd gotten out of the habit of going out, since I'd been incarcerated. This brought out his caring side, I'd heard he had one. It wasn't long before he was inviting me out that night, which was a Saturday. I readily agreed and said, "It's a date." He grinned and reached behind me into the fridge. I was loathe to move and felt him brush against me. I felt a frisson of lust as he brushed against my front and my nipples pebbled, sticking out like two little torpedoes. He grinned at me as he retrieved a bag of blood from the Kelvinator.

I gawped then and raised my eyebrows. "Bagged blood?" I asked in an enquiring tone. "Yeah, bloody chip." I was momentarily confused. "Chip?" "Bloody Initiative, chipped me didn't they, the bastards." He almost growled and I thought he was going to morph into gameface.

He then caught the look on my face and started to laugh. He soon cottoned onto my mistake and thought it was hilarious that I had thought he was the Master of New Orleans. He held his ribs and really chortled. I could feel myself frowning and my fists balling. I wanted nothing more than to lay into him and then throw him on the floor and straddle him.

He saw my face and managed to get himself under control. "Sorry pet, but that's priceless, you've got to admit. Baby'd have your guts for garters if you laid a finger on the Master." He wiped the tears from his eyes and took a slug of coffee. "You've always liked to live dangerous I believe," and I didn't gainsay him.

I took a deep breath and said, "Well, I'll leave you to it; got to get my beauty sleep if I'm going to look good for you tonight," and he eyed me up and down saying, "Oh, I think you'll manage that, pet, just fine," with a leer. I was still annoyed, but tried not to let it show. I could feel myself flouncing, though, as I headed upstairs for a nap, a shower and a facepack in that order; he might not be the Master of New Orleans, but he was still freakin' gorgeous and I wanted him.

Two hours of preening later I carefully selected my outfit from the meagre wardrobe I had acquired in the short time I'd been at the hotel. I wanted to look good and sexy, but not too blatant. I thought it best to make the most of my large, firm breasts and prominent nipples, so I chose a sheer spaghetti strapped dress in crimson. When I looked in the mirror I could see it did wonders for my dark hair and pale complexion.

I almost always go braless and tonight would be no exception. I wanted him to be able to peruse the goods on offer and possibly feel them against him if we managed to dance or whatever. I was looking forward to the whatever.

The smooth silk of the dress fabric clung to my curves and though not sheer, it was quite revealing. The feel of the material against my nipples kept them constantly erect and excited me beyond belief. I also wore a garterbelt, very sexy looking, and 7-denier silk stockings with black spike heels. Very fitting, I thought. At the last minute I decided not to bother with my thong.

After checking my make-up and hair in the mirror one last time, I picked up my tiny clutch purse and made my way downstairs to the foyer. Spike was waiting, dressed in his black tee-shirt, black Levi's, black Doc Marten's and black leather duster. He has a proclivity to dress in the same outfit, despite the place, time of year, occasion….

I sighed and he must have heard me for he whirled around and then seemed to do a double-take which did wonders for my confidence. His eyes told me everything. I felt beautiful and could feel myself start to simper; not something I think I've ever done in my life before. Faith and simpering are simply … un-mixy things, as B would say.

He came towards me with his hand outstretched. "You look divine, pet," he murmured. "Yeah, yeah, well let's get a move on, we'll be late, won't we?" I tried to cover my confusion by being all brusque, but it didn't really work. He never took his eyes off me, he hardly blinked; I found it very disconcerting being under his scrutiny like that. I felt his eyes were penetrating my soul.

Spike took me to one of the classier restaurants and we enjoyed ourselves immensely. One look from him and he was in, despite the ignoring of the dress code. We enjoyed ourselves from word go. We drained two bottles of wine before we'd finished our first course. As I opened a third bottle of wine, I became aware that every time I leant forward Spike could see my generous boobies jiggling beneath the silk of my dress. The straps were so thin, they held nothing in place.

I couldn't help it. After that I flaunted and swayed them in front of Spike's face and you can't tell me he didn't enjoy my wantonness. I felt more and more giddy as the evening progressed. Spike was warm, open, spontaneous and funny. He was easy on the eyes and easy to talk to. Never short of conversation, nor at a loss for words. I found him so attractive.

By the time we'd finished the dessert we were like old friends and we giggled over brandies, feeling very mellow indeed. "Want to be getting back, pet?" he asked me then. I felt a wave of disappointment descend. Surely he'd find some way for us to be together. He must want me, surely?

We returned to the hotel, walking the last part of the way through the moonlit streets, whilst Spike enjoyed a cigarette. "Those things'll kill ya," I told him. "Yeah, yeah," he said with a grin and then flicked the dogend away; it arced over and over through the gloom. I watched as it sputtered out on the sidewalk outside the hotel. We looked at one another and I was sure I could see yearning in his eyes. I wondered how long it had been for him. I knew how long it had been for me. I wasn't exactly desperate after Cordy and Angel's kind ministrations, but let's face it, Spike would have any sane girl panting for it.

"Fancy coming back to my room for a bit, pet? I could show you my etchings," Spike said with a sardonic grin. I laughed and said, "Well, I have a bottle of wine in my room, I could bring it and we can finish the evening off." "That'd suit me fine, pet." Spike looked happy. "You know my room number?" and I nodded. I'd made it my duty to find out earlier.

I got the bottle of wine from my room and then made my way to Spike's. As I neared the door, however, I heard voices. I knocked tentatively and Spike swung the door open. "Come in, pet, come in, no need for formalities." When I entered I saw that vamp, the one with the French accent. She was very beautiful; I'd not had a lot to do with her, though. We eyed one another up speculatively.

Spike seemed to be enjoying the situation immensely. Well he would, wouldn't he, the bastard. She was thumbing through a book and I soon realised it was Erotica, coloured plates showing beautiful women in compromising positions. I wouldn't say I had any gay tendencies, but those pictures would have turned anybody on.

I walked over to her and she smiled. I remembered her name was Claudia. I started perusing the book with her and we were soon really into it. "Like my taste in literature do you girls?" Spike leered as he passed us both a glass of my wine. We glared at him, but didn't stop looking through the book. We sipped and turned the pages, and turned the pages and sipped, Spike watching us all the while.

However, I was getting worried. 'If she thinks I'm going first, she's got another think coming,' I remember thinking. 'I'm on a date with Spike, what has she been doing all evening?' I wondered what the story was with these two anyway. Though in this hotel, the most unlikely pairings and couplings seemed to be accepted.

Spike continued to grin as he watched us, and from under hooded eyes I noticed the bulge in his black denims getting more and more pronounced. That cannot have been comfortable. Teach him anyways to wear them so tight. The vain bloodsucker just couldn't resist showing off that delectable butt.

The French vamp and I then both drifted over to the bed and joined Spike, who was by now lounging across it like some great puddy cat. Claudia flipped another page and Spike reached across and stopped her. He perused the beauty on the page, exclaiming, "Look at those Bristols, bit of all right she is." Both Claudia and I rolled our eyes at his uncouthness. "What?" said Spike defensively. "She's gorgeous, give credit where it's due."

We agreed she was gorgeous and he nodded as Claudia turned to me and said, "They're not as nice as yours though, Cherie." I could feel myself blushing; I hardly knew her and she was complimenting my breasts as easily as some people discuss the weather outlook. "Mine are so small," she opined, lifting them up for us to see. Spike leaned over and kissed one of them, right on the nipple. She smiled and he lifted his head, saying, "Anything more than a handful's a waste, pet."

I couldn't help it, I harrumphed and Spike met my gaze. Giving me a leer he said, "Mind you, I've got large hands." He held them out as if he would grab me, and my breath almost stopped in my throat. He didn't, though, and I was really disappointed. We continued to look at the photographs, agreeing which of the girls had the best figures and making comments.

"She's got a gorgeous figure." I pointed out one particularly buxom beauty and Spike looked me up and down. "Yeah, couldn't fail to notice a body like that." He was looking at me, though, not the photo. Claudia piped up then: "I'd never hide them away, if I had breasts like yours, Faith, I'd go topless all the time." I didn't even know she knew my name.

"Might cause a bit of a stir, though, in front of Angel's clients," I laughed. Spike joined in: "Not to mention the male residents of the hotel, they'd be wanting to sample the goods, maybe taste them, give them a squeeze." I laughed and pinched his arm and he pretended to rear back.

We all laughed and I realised the turn this evening was taking. Lust was thick in the air. Another page was automatically turned, to show two women lying on silk sheets, one with the other's nipple in her mouth. The French girl groaned and I murmured, "Yeah, a real turn on, eh?" We giggled and then Spike said, "Hey, hang on girls, I've got just the thing." He went over to the dresser and returned with a video camera.

We girls glanced at once another, but weren't surprised; this was a bad ass evil vamp after all. We both shrugged as if to say, "Oh what the hell." It all fell into place after that. Spike removed his tee-shirt and settled the video camera on the dresser top after making sure it would catch the area of entertainment. Claudia turned down the thick duvet on Spike's king- size bed.

Spike decided he was going to play 'director.' "Oh just typical," I said. "Delusions of grandeur or what?" Claudia and I laughed. He ordered the two of us into the middle of the bed and watched us through the monitor, zooming in and out and generally acting the fool. He then said, "Okay then, no more dillydallying, kiss one another."

Claudia and I looked at each other. Spike looked through the camera and then looked up, exasperated. "Oh come on ladies, no need to be shy, all girls together now, let's see some action." No wonder B always called him a pig.

I could feel my blood whooshing through my body. Lord knew what effect it was having on the vamps in the room. Turning them on, if looks were anything to go by. Claudia gave me a smouldering glance and then reached out for me. We both had our eyes closed and lingered over the kiss. Her lips were cool but soft. As unlike kissing a man as anything could be. "That's it chickies, turn each other on, come on now." Really, Spike was being a pain in the butt.

I began to grow excited as I explored her mouth. Our tongues met and we deepened the kiss. I felt myself grow wet and distantly heard her moan. She wanted this as much as I, that was obvious. We broke the kiss and laughed and hugged one another. Spike said, "Right, let's try it from this position," as he angled the camera towards the other side of the room.

However, his voice was thick with lust he was so turned on. The bulge in his jeans was perceptibly larger than it had been in the restaurant when he was just ogling my boobies. He couldn't conceal it and didn't attempt to. He was forced to reach down and adjust himself. He just grinned and said, "See what you girls are doing to me?"

When he had the camera how he wanted-I mean who does he think he is? George Lucas?-he said, "Right, now where were we?" I looked up long enough to respond "In heaven" and Claudia reached to me for another kiss, lisping "Want to return?" in that delectable accent.

"Let's," I breathed, and we melted into one another, our tongues dancing as I tasted her sweet mouth. She whimpered and my passion was rising as I tried to take more and more of her into my hungry mouth. "Beautiful," I heard Spike almost moan. "Faith, why don't you start touching Claudia's boobs," and I hesitated for only a moment before palming her breast and rubbing gently. I pinched the nipple and she whimpered into my mouth.

She then reached both hands to my breasts and I loved the softness of her touch. Feeling the cool touch through the flimsy silk material of my dress, I pushed against her hands, filling her palms with the fullness of my breasts. She held them lightly and drew her thumbs across my nipples.

"Christ on a crutch," I heard Spike say and almost wanted to giggle, except I was too much in the moment. He was obviously becoming more aroused by the minute and he kept up a constant stream of advice from the sidelines to which we paid scant attention.

Claudia and I moaned softly into each other's mouth and she then squeezed my boobs harder. I put my palms over hers and we both caressed my breasts. My pussy was pounding with desire by this time and it wasn't enough, so I reached up and pulled my dress over my head.

Claudia's fingers sought out the nipples on my exposed breasts delicately as if they were fragile. My nipples were so peaked and dark with arousal and the aureole was ridged as if I was cold, but I was the opposite, I was hot, so hot I thought I'd explode. She kissed me again, deeply, and my desire was overwhelming me. I wanted Claudia, I wanted her to hold me, caress me and be a part of me. This beautiful, cool vampire with the glazed expression of an angel.

We reluctantly broke off our kiss and she looked at me hungrily where I was knelt up on the bed, dressed only in sheer stockings and a garter belt. I could hardly catch my breath when she cooed, "I want you, Faith; I want to make love to you." I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I didn't wait for permission but began to undress her.

We ignored Spike, who was by this time quite silent, almost unheard of for the Prince of Patter. Claudia's breasts were smaller than mine, like little shiny apples topped with a cherry on each. So firm yet supple to the touch. "Beautiful," I breathed as I fingered them delicately, making the nipples puff up a deep rosy red.

We heard a needless gasp as Spike almost tripped over his own feet trying to get the camera in nearer. "Tweak them, Faith," he choked out, trying to get a close-up of Claudia's boobs that surely would have filled the screen. "Pinch them, go on, do it." He's so manipulative, really. Cupping them, I passed my thumbs over Claudia's lovely nipples, squeezing and caressing until she groaned loudly, and then I bent forward to capture them in my mouth. First I kissed the right one and then the left, while Claudia squirmed and whimpered beneath my hands. She had very sensitive breasts and I wondered if it were a vampire thing.

She was only wearing a light thong now I'd removed her long tee-shirt; she hadn't been wearing a bra. I reached down to the waistband of said garment and tried to manoeuvre them down, but it was impossible with us sitting the way we were and we both laughed unselfconsciously. "I'll do it," she said in her French lilt. She moved off the bed and, standing to the side, she slipped the thong down her legs. The movement of the thong slithering down her gorgeous, long legs and over her ankles was sensuous and I hadn't realised I was holding my breath until I had to breathe urgently. I glanced over at Spike where he was holding the camera and his tongue was almost hanging out.

Claudia's pussy was no more than six inches from my face with her standing next to the bed the way she was. I couldn't take my eyes off it. She had obviously given it some attention very recently because it was completely free from hair. I gazed at it fascinated, the thick pouty lips just begging to be licked. I had never seen such a plump luscious pussy before. I wanted to lick it and gently bite those puffy lips and feel her sweet juice pour onto my face. I felt like I was possessed; my hands reached for her and I pulled her towards me, kneading her plump, white ass as I did so.

I felt a shudder run through her, surprising, as vampires have no need to breathe. She held onto my head to keep from falling forward onto the bed and thrust with her hips, pushing her wet pussy towards my face.

She smelt very aromatic by this time and I pulled her down onto the bed, kissing her and laying my body along hers. My pussy was sopping as we caressed and stroked and licked. I was aware of Spike urgently trying to film both our pussies at the same time, until it dawned on him, he'd do best to zoom out. He tripped over backwards into the dresser.

Claudia and I ignored him, we were too busy wanting each other. I saw her looking down at my pussy, which is covered by thick dark hair. I used to trim it into a triangle, but had gotten out of the habit while I had been inside. Now, framed by the lace garter belt, it was a dense copious bush of thick black pubic hair.

Spike ground out "Oh shit," as he looked the two of us up and down. We both looked over at him where he was struggling with his hardened cock imprisoned in those tight black jeans. From the size of the bulge I would say Claudia and I were in for a treat sometime very soon. Both the vampiress and I were quite slender and petite, but I was sure we'd be able to accommodate him.

"Spike, just take them off," I advised and he rolled his eyes, but then put the camera on the dresser and proceeded to get naked. Claudia and I watched with avid interest. Spike was a sight to behold when he was dressed; undressed there aren't words to describe the glory that is him.

He was slender, but muscular, with a perfectly flat stomach tapering down to a lust-inducing pelvic region. I love that bit on guys where they sort of go a bit hollow on either side and it leads down to ... in Spike's case, a magnificent cock. His smooth chest was tight and wide and his ass was round and compact. He rippled all over and his arms-never underestimate a guy's arms-were strong-looking and bulged with muscle. Not the only thing bulging; his balls were huge and his stiff cock stood away from his body, protruding some distance and almost reaching his bellybutton.

I felt myself staring, as was Claudia. I gasped and I'm sure she would have too if she'd had any breath. I felt myself becoming even more aroused if that were possible. Claudia turned to me and grinned in delight. Then proceeded to try to kiss the life out of me. We ignored Spike after that as we moulded our bodies together. I was gleaming with perspiration after some minutes of squeezing and licking and more stroking.

Whimpering and groaning, we rubbed our bodies together, rolling and touching, pushing our boobs together and thrusting into one another. I rubbed her ass and she returned the compliment, we tried to get as close as two people could and not be inside one another's skins. Lips to lips, breasts to breasts, pussy to pussy and knees to knees. I then licked my way down Claudia's body, but stopped when I came to that exquisite squashy pussy. She opened her thighs in anticipation. I moved between her outstretched legs and she lifted her knees. I breathed in her pungent scent and then delved into those plush folds.

My tongue pushed in as I was aware of Claudia whimpering above me. She tasted like nectar; her juices were free-flowing as I probed and plummeted, pushing ever deeper into the delicate place. I pulled out and laved her pussy from top to bottom and then licked her rosy hole. Claudia gave a little scream and thrust up into my face. She reached down and pushed her labia aside, urging my head into her pussy, surrendering the pink. I think she'd forgotten I had to breathe.

I urged my tongue in and out, doing my best to emulate a nice, thick cock, Spike's maybe. Burrowing into her velvety softness and licking up her sweet juices. She screamed again and I echoed with a moan, empathising with how she was feeling. She went a bit wild then, bucking up off the bed, and I held onto her thighs in an endeavour to keep her still and continue with my licking and sucking

I could feel her orgasm building, so I inserted my middle finger into her slit, which felt very tight. Her pussy seemed to grasp my finger and I pushed it deeper into her. She bucked harder, urging me on. I scissored my finger in and out of her and then took her clit into my mouth. She gave one long, animalistic scream and her body froze on an upward thrust. She came crashing back down onto the bed whimpering and moaning and calling my name.

We lay back on the bed exhausted and in my case, trying to regain my breath. Claudia trembled beside me; she then reached over and took me into her arms. We kissed gently and she tasted herself on my lips. We didn't talk, but lay in a haze of contentment. I then felt a hand tentatively stroking my ass. I looked round and into those deep mazarine eyes-but that's another story…..

Chapter 2

Faith gazed into Spike's eyes and saw the lust in them. She wanted to reach out to him and just the thought of him slipping that huge cock inside her had Faith sliding her hands up her flat belly, up to her already-hard nipples to give them a little squeeze...

Claudia was so hot watching Faith's little pink tongue dart around her lips as she gazed up at Spike that she reached forward and began to massage the curly ebony curls of her partner's pussy... she was massaging Faith's clit making the Slayer moan and close her eyes. With the loss of eye contact Spike moved back to retrieve the camera from where he'd placed it on the dresser. Time for some more girl fun, before he got in on the action, the blond vampire decided.

Spike came around the bed, careful not to trip up again whilst holding the camera. He reached into the drawer of his night-table and pulled out a long, thick dildo. Spike grinned and handed it to Claudia with raised eyebrows. Claudia laughed delightedly and Spike then handed her some lubrication. Claudia drizzled oil down the tip.

Faith had opened her eyes when Claudia stopped fondling her and was about to protest, but then watched as the vampiress prepared a huge dildo. Faith got all excited, but didn't know how she was going to fit that big thing inside her! Claudia got it all lubed up and slick and then she reached down and grabbed the brunette by the hips to turn her over.

Now all Spike could see was Faith's little round ass poking up, with her pussy wet and waiting for action. Claudia got right up behind Faith and slid the dildo in very slowly.... Faith was already bucking and thrusting her ass out, she was obviously getting really turned on. It wasn't long before Faith was coming and her moans reached a crescendo as her orgasm hit. Claudia flipped her onto her back and kissed the dark haired girl gently. Faith lay back on the pillows with a blissful expression of sweet relief on her beautiful features. She then reached up a hand and caressed Claudia's cheek.

The tender moment was interrupted by Spike jumping onto the bed saying "That's very sweet girls, but move over, Spikey wants to play." They groaned and pretended to hit him, but he was naked and Faith's breath caught at the sight of his rippling muscles and the huge erection between his legs.
He burrowed inbetween the two girls, but turned his attention to Faith. He pushed against her breasts squashing them back against her as his lips met hers. His tongue filled her mouth and she felt his hard staff; it's thickness and velvet hardness pressing into her. She spread her legs automatically as Spike continued to kiss her deeply.

Claudia reached over between the pair and took Spike's cock, aiming it at Faith's moist pussy. Faith felt the head of Spike's cock pushing against her delicate opening. She groaned into his mouth, wanting his cock to penetrate her pussy as his tongue was penetrating her mouth. She wanted to be filled by him.

Her pussy lips were forced apart and she felt a slight burning as Spike's huge erection pushed into her body. His cock felt powerful and thick as he stretched her open, invading her private space. She shuddered with his mouth still locked on hers as he continued to delve into her sweet depths.
She almost screamed as his cock sank into her, thrusting up to the hilt. His huge balls pushed up against her ass. Her thighs were spread ever wider as he ploughed into her, knowing that as the Slayer she could take his aggression. He tore his mouth from hers, looked deep into her eyes "Like that bitch, like that don't you, eh? Eh?"

He thrust with every syllable and he pounded her into the mattress, demanding an answer. She repeated over and over. "Yes Spike, yes Spike, yes Spike" breathlessly. He grabbed underneath her, kneading her soft cheeks, pulling her into him, pushing her thighs even wider. She moaned and panted as he jerked rapidly into her body.

She was aware of Claudia off to her side, watching them with her tongue pressed against her top lip and her eyes wide. She was moaning and her fingers played busily with her clit, as she thrust up into her own palm. "Fuck her Spike" she then screamed, "Fuck her good cher, make her come" she almost yelled in that delightful accent as her fingers scissored in and out of her own quivering quim.

The vampires lithe and powerful body was ruthlessly poking the girl with sharp, short strokes. A normal human would have been reduced to pulp by his hammering, but Faith was moaning in ecstasy as he pumped into her repeatedly.

As his cock ground into her pussy, grazing her clit and making the Slayer gasp, his mouth was licking and kissing and sucking. He was all over her face, his lips tender in opposition to the savagery of his hips.

"OH! OH! OH! OH GOD! OH GOD! OOOOOoooohhhhh!" Faith screamed. "Oh no! Ohhhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Spike, no, ungh! Ungh! Please Spike no." Spike vaguely wondered why she was meeting his thrusts with her own, but telling him no. Faith couldn't take it, she had never known such pleasure, it was too much, she wanted it to go on forever, yet she wanted it to stop.

Furiously grunting as Spike hammered his cock between her thighs her body was rocked by wave after wave of the most incredible sexual ecstasy. Arching her back she pushed against Spike, pushing herself onto his cock and wrapping her legs tightly around his slender waist. Their mouths locked again and their tongues fought for dominance.

Spike was as one possessed. He began to pump even harder, his hips thrusting in and out of Faith. Pulling right out and then plunging back in, making Faith screech as he pounded against her cervix. She shook and pulsated as her orgasm retreated, only to feel the build up of another. Spike was impaling her making her pussy feel wide open and exposed as he took pleasure in her.

Faith's head was shaking from side to side and she could hardly breathe as Spike continued brutally pounding her. Spasming again Faith's pussy convulsed and exploded as Spike fucked her. Wave after wave of delicious feeling swamped her as she exploded once again. Spike was fucking her, she felt she had never been fucked this good as he kept up his savage thrusting; luxuriating in her body. Her breath was coming in little gasps, her body jerking with each thrust.

She felt Spike jerk then and her eyes went wide as she felt his cool, dead semen gush up inside her sending her into another orgasm. She screamed and thrust against him, their bodies moulding as he filled her with his juice. His cock continued to pulsate as he pushed gently into her with each spurt, causing Faith to groan and writhe.

They heard Claudia scream herself to orgasm as Spike carefully rolled off Faith. The Slayer lay spent by the side of him. Claudia scooted over and wrapped her arms around Spike, peppering kisses over his chest. Faith let her legs fall, panting and trying to recover her breath. She lay back trying to recover her demeanour, but was amazed to see Spike become erect again within minutes under the solicitous ministrations of the beautiful Cajun vampire.

Claudia licked and sucked Spike all over, wanting him inside her. Her pussy was throbbing and Spike needed little encouragement. He felt Claudia's entire body tremble and quickly knelt up grabbed her by the hips. He positioned himself at her rear and the vampiress felt his hands stroking and massaging her soft, rounded buttocks.

He roughly thrust his hands between her thighs and pushed them apart. He rubbed at her mound making her moan and jiggle her ass back at him. As he pressed his cock against her moist opening she whimpered in anticipation.

"I can't believe you can get it up again so soon" Faith said languorously from where she lay.

"Eveready Eddie, that's me pet" Spike grinned, his hands gripping Claudia's waist. He then thrust his hard cock up into her quim and buried his entire length in one fell swoop. She screamed lightly, but pushed back against him encouragingly.

He pounded into Claudia with even more savagery than he had done with Faith. He knew she liked it, he thrust as deep as he could go, straining to push himself further into her opening. Jutting into her cleft as she moaned and whimpered his name.

Her breasts were bouncing with each jerk and the sound of Spike's pelvic region slapping into her ass cheeks was loud in the air. Faith was rapidly getting turned on again as she watched the pair slamming against one another. The vampiress began to utter unintelligible sounds as Spike thrust himself ever deeper. "Uuuuuuhghhhhh! Ooohhhhh! Yeeeaahhhhhhh! Spike! Spike! Spike! Ung! Ung! Ung! She gave a high pitched moan as he brought her speedily to orgasm. Ungh! Uuuuuhhnnnnnggghhh!" Spike continued to pound into her, using his hands around her waist to jerk her back against him. He wanted to fuck her into oblivion.

As her orgasm tailed off Claudia gave a long blissful sigh and pushed her face into the pillows, pushing her ass higher. Spike was almost stretched along the full length of her back, jerking and thrusting; his eyes glassy with the need for release. "Ngah.. ngah... ngah... ngah... ngah...," Spike grunted as he hammered into her petite body. His hips bouncing against her ass, thrusting behind her.

He blasted his cum into her violently and with one final deep, hard thrust he buried himself inside her and held still, while he filled her womb to capacity with his milky fluid. Panting heavily he groaned "What a pussy!"

Faith gasped from her side of the bed. The bleached blond hadn't complimented her like that. With a frown she asked "What about mine?"

"Yeah pet, you an' all, both tight, one hot and one cool" he gasped from where he lay depleted along Claudia's back. Faith smiled and Claudia giggled from where her face was still buried in the pillows. Spike straightened up and flipped her over and the three of them lay chuckling and satiated on top of the bed with Spike happy as a sandboy in the middle. The camera whirred gently from on top of the dresser.

~ Fin~

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