Chapter 21
[Flashback]
TAIL FROM THE DARKSIDE
Hiding there in the dark waiting for Dracula to come home I started getting horny. It wasn't my fault though. We were both dressed in black like cat burglars with the wool ski masks and fingerless gloves; looking all professional and everything. But then Ben started complaining about the heat, taking his sock cap and t-shirt off.
I would have been alright, except he was hidden behind the sofa, and from where I was staking out, I could see the sweat on his belly glistening in the moon light through the window. And his hair was so cute the way the static electricity made it stand straight up in places, like he just woke up. I got an erection and couldn't control myself.
"Put your fucking shirt back on! Are you trying to get us busted?" I whispered with an attitude.
"It's too fucking hot in here, and it stinks too. I wonder if fat boy ever bathes?"
"I know it, it smells like feet and spoiled beer." I replied in a more relaxed tone, looking around at the squallier. The place was a pigsty.
"Look, it's been almost two hours Tater, I'm ready to leave if he doesn't show up soon." He declared.
"You need to relax." I said as I began bear crawling across the floor to where he was, leaving my baseball bat laying by the chair that I had been cramped behind.
He was leaning on the back of the couch with his legs slightly spread, and I immediately began opening his fly to relieve his heat anxiety. Kneeling beside him, I bent down as soon as his cock flopped out and started hogging down. I heard him moaning with pleasure, and after a few minutes I paused to unbutton my own pants and get comfortable.
I stretched out on my stomach with my feet in the air like I was watching television and his dick gripped in my fist rubbing it on my face.
I teased him, "Speaking of bathing, when is the last time you washed this thing? It smells like you've been fucking a fish."
"Sorry, Randee cornered me in the pool house this afternoon, and I haven't had a chance to shower yet."
"I fucking knew it! So now I have to suck the pussy off your cock? You fucking whore-dog!" I playfully complained, then pounced down to gorge on the head of his dork.
"You love it, and you know it." He joked, pushing my pants down to get a finger working on my asshole.
It seemed like I had been sucking him off for the longest time when I started to crave his cock instead of the fingers he was plunging me with.
I lifted up onto my knees and pushed my pants down to my feet, then got on all fours shaking my tail in his face like a cat in heat. But Ben no sooner got his tongue in my hole when we both heard the garage door automatically open outside the kitchen. Dracula was pulling into the driveway.
"FUCK!" I said, as I stood straight up to yank my jeans back on.
"What are you bitching about? I'm the one ready to blow a hose!" Ben blurted out, frantically trying to tuck his dick away.
"Well save it for the vampire because here he comes." I whispered, as his car door closed.
I grabbed my baseball bat and hid beside the refrigerator while Ben stood with his shovel raised over his head like a madman, in plain sight, near the sink ready to surprise the son of a bitch as soon as he opened the kitchen door.
"Pull your mask down Ben."
Ignoring my plea he reminded me of our unofficial credo in a soft voice, "No mercy Tater."
[to be continued]
