﻿Snakebite By Nik. A. Lezz Copyright 2012 Nik. A. Lezz Second Edition Smashwords Edition, License Notes Thank you for downloading this free ebook. Although this is a free book, it remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes. If you enjoyed this book, please encourage your friends to download their own copy at Smashwords.com, where they can also discover other works by this author. Thank you for your support. This is a work of erotic fiction and is intended for adults only. Children under 18 should not be allowed access to it. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Snakebite by Nik. A. Lezz The club was dark and what light there was pulsated around the people crowded onto the dance floor giving them the feeling of being in the centre of a throbbing heart. Suspended above them, in separate cages, were two lithe professional dancers, one blonde and one with hair dyed a startling electric blue, their bodies moving relentlessly in time to the beat from the sound system. Their aim to whip the crowd up into a frenzy and from the patrons reactions they were doing a good job. Across the room a dark man leant against the crowded bar, snatching occasionally from an open bottle of cider. He was stood in a small oasis of calm, his aura subconsciously telling others to keep away but he did not notice. His gaze was fixated on the performer in the left cage, from that angle he had a perfect view of her above the heads and raised arms of the other dancers, she was facing him and it was almost as if she was dancing just for him. She was wearing a tight, high cut, nude coloured leotard that; left little to the imagination but gave her plenty of movement which she took advantage of as her body bent and ground in erotic simulation. It also gave the impression, probably intended, that she was up there stark naked and it took close scrutiny to realise that she wasn’t. The fluorescent body paint which adorned the two girls, covering the strategic points, was reflected in the club’s neon lights. The blue haired dancer was currently performing sensuous undulations which reminded him of snakes writhing and watching her was making him hard. To his left, in the raised bar area where he stood, was a couple making out but he ignored them and the other scantily clad female dancers on the floor left him cold. One woman was just wearing pasties to cover her nipples but he barely noticed, his attention was focused solely on the caged dancer. He'd always had a thing about snakes and had kept a few in his time, one of the reasons for his interest had been his adopted, Asian, grandmother telling him that it was the Chinese astrology symbol that he had been born under, not that he ever told anyone that. He wanted everyone else to think that he kept the potentially dangerous reptiles because he was hard and now he was getting hard for a different reason. The dancer was swirling her long perspiration drenched hair around her and he could see the droplets of sweat flying off as she flicked her head in the pulsing light. She had been up there for half an hour dancing non stop and it would be soon time for the reinforcements to take her place. As if on cue the cage began to lower closer to the access panel and the girl stepped quickly from her platform and the new dancer took her place. The transfer was seamless and had obviously been practiced many times. The new dancer was raised high in the cage once more, as the sound track changed, and the woman that the guy had been watching pushed her way through the edge of the crowd with the assistance of one of the big burly bouncers. From his height advantage above the other patrons he watched as she slipped through the door at the back into the private part of the club. Finishing his cider he clunked the bottle back on the counter and began making his way in that direction. As he stepped away from the bar other patrons slipped into his vacant place, like water seeping into and filling a hole in the beach when the tide came in. He took the two steps down onto the dance floor and people instinctively got out of his way like the parting of the Red Sea but he no longer noticed, it had been that way for so long. He was six foot two in his bare feet and his biker boots added extra inches, he also possessed a wide frame and taut muscles that people thought more than twice about arguing with him. At the door to the clubs private quarters a large bouncer blocked the way so the man continued past without stopping or trying to blag his way through. Instead he headed towards the toilets and the fire escape beyond, once outside he found a spot in the shadows where he could watch the stage door. He did not have long to wait as two girls came out laughing and joking, he looked at them briefly but they weren’t his dancer so he quickly lost interest in them. Luckily, as he had hoped, they did not close the door properly before walking off and he was able to stop it before the latch engaged and slip inside unseen. The corridor before him was dim, the walls were bare and anonymous as well as being nicotine stained from before the smoking ban came into force and prevented people from lighting up inside. There were a number of doors in the hallway and he did not know which room, beyond, she would be in. The first one he pressed his ear to was soundless and he presumed empty, the next one on the opposite side had sounds of people enjoying themselves and from the timbre of the voices one of them was a man so he moved on leaving them undisturbed. The third door was locked and again there was no sound so he decided to move on to the next and come back if necessary, there were only three more in the corridor to check. At the fourth door he could hear the sounds of running water coming through the wood, the sounds of a shower which he thought seemed reasonable, the woman had been dancing and was sweaty. His cock throbbed at the image his mind created and with a slightly shaking hand he reached out to turn the handle, it opened soundlessly and he pushed it slightly wider, peering inside curiously. Glancing furtively around he recognised the leotard that the dancer had been wearing tossed in a used heap on the floor, reminding him of a snake skin which has been sloughed, from when she had stepped out of it to take her shower so he knew that he was in the right place. The main room was empty so he slipped through the doorway and closed the door behind him to shield him from anyone seeing him loitering in the hall. His hand brushed a key in the door and he turned it silently in the lock, it was clearly well oiled. As he looked around he heard the sound of the water cease from the small room beyond, he could just see a small portion of the room to indicate its petite dimensions through the slightly open door. Next he heard sounds of movement, presumably the woman drying off and again his mind provided the erotic images for him to view. A puff of warm wet air emerged from the bathroom, surrounding the woman. She had her head covered and was drying her hair as she walked, her other senses must have detected his presence for she suddenly stopped and he watched as the towel was slowly lowered. Her hair was in a wrinkled shambles from rubbing it and its length partially obscured one eye and the other, the, left was watching him warily. “How did you get in here?” she asked with a frown. “The door was unlocked,” she looked surprised but did not try to contradict him. “I guess that should be what are you doing in here?” she revised remaining still whilst glancing briefly over his wide shoulders, narrow waist and muscular legs. The muscles of his torso clearly visible beneath the plain black t-shirt. "I’ve been watching you dance," he told her and her expression did not change. She was shorter than he had expected but she had a dancer’s body, strong and controlled. "Really?" she said disinterested, as she reached out for a brush and began combing through the tangles, the startling blue muted to a dark colour whilst it was wet. She did not appear scared of him which was something that he found refreshing. "You’re very good," he said into the silence which she let hang in the air as he watched her rhythmically working through her hair, it was surprisingly erotic to observe. "Thank you. What do you want?" she asked coolly, looking at him directly. Her eyes taking in, with more detail, the length of him and the breadth of shoulder, no doubt she had also noted the first signs of his erection that was pressing visibly against the zip of his black jeans beneath the silver snake buckle of his belt. "You," he answered calmly. She paused for a moment, with an eyebrow raised, seemingly surprised by his honesty, to look at him before replying. "You've got the wrong room," she said "go next door and ask for Anya, she'll be happy to take care of you," she told him using the brush to sweep her hair back from the sides of her face. A manoeuvre which raised her arms and caused her breasts to lift as well. As his hot gaze looked at her he saw her nipples begin to peak beneath the satin material of the short burgundy teddy that covered them, and skimmed down to the matching briefs, clinging in places to her still damp body. "Dance for me." "I don’t do private dances," she informed him loftily but her nipples perked tighter at the thought, showing that she was not as unaffected as she was trying to portray. "Make an exception," he cajoled. "Why?" she shot back. "Because you want to," he answered simply. She looked at him intently for a moment before shrugging and going over to a cassette player on the side and pressing a button. The cassette player may have seemed antiquated but it could still do its job and it had one significant advantage over more modern technology- no one wanted to steal it. She closed her eyes for a moment and then began to sway as the rhythm of the music flowed through her for several seconds before she began to move to the beat. She danced for him with her eyes closed, in her own little world where nothing else mattered. Her body writhed with sinfully erotic perfection and he soon had a raging hard on as his eyes caressed every movement she made. Suddenly her eyes opened and their gazes locked, her cool green snaring his hot lustful brown. She gave him a cheeky grin after eyeing up his body again, licking her lips as she clearly noted his now obvious erection that her dancing had created. She then began to dance before him again, breasts shaking and bouncing in time to the beat as the rhythm became more primal. Stepping closer she ran her hands over his torso rubbing over the material that covered it and then shoving it up out of the way as she felt the overwhelming urge to feel his naked skin. She gasped and stared at his bare chest, when it was revealed, before looking up at his face in shock. On his chest was a fearsome tattoo and it was very realistic, the artist was clearly very talented. It was of a snake and it emerged from his belly button, curling around it a couple of times before meandering its way up his stomach heading towards his left nipple where its mouth was parted, fangs bared in preparation to bite the nub. It was incredibly real and lifelike as well as a touch frightening. With a curious and gentle finger she traced its path before circling around the nipple and nipping him, just like the serpent threatened to do. He groaned aloud and she reached out to quickly lap at the same nipple before hurriedly retreating, alarmed by her own forwardness. She resumed her dancing, stepping back further, to give him a better view as she began to feel horny as a result of discovering the tattoo. However, her hands boldly reached down, with a mind of their own, and touched his rapidly growing dick but she pulled her hand back as if it had been burned when she felt him swell extraordinarily beneath her touch. She twirled her body around and around and running her hands over her own torso in inflammatory gestures as he stood there as immobilised as a statue as he watched her antics. He had not tried to grab or touch her so she began to feel a little less anxious in his overwhelming presence. With a devilish smile she turned around, parted her thighs slightly and ground her ass into the crotch of his jeans. She bent forwards from the waist, pushing her pussy up against the hard bulge which had formed there, causing them both to moan as an insatiable hunger flowed over them, she could feel her gusset was soaked with anticipation. He reached out his hands firmly gripping the flesh of her buttocks through the satin of her panties, pulling her tighter against him. The rubbing sensation was delightful as her ass grazed his cock. "You’re an ass man huh?" she groaned, grinning wickedly with the secret knowledge of the surprise that she had waiting for him. She felt his fingers brush lightly up her rib cage, travelling as far as the abundance of her soft breasts; his hands were so big that they almost covered them completely. He rubbed his palms erotically over her nipples causing her to groan with pleasure. His touch moved up to her shoulders and he boldly nudged the spaghetti strings of her teddy out of the way and she did nothing to stop him. The material fell until it snagged on her elongated, engorged, nipples causing her to gasp as it was tugged free and the useless material was left to bunch at her waist. His arms were iron bands holding her to him as he nudged his erection into her butt crack. One hand sneaked below the elastic of her panties and went in search of her pussy. His hands had the subtle calluses of a man who does not spend all of his time in the office and the slight snagging against her skin was a delightful torment. Suddenly he spun her round and slammed her against the door with an edge of violence which she relished. She was still on a high from her earlier performance in the club. He shoved her hands above her head interlocking her fingers in his and pressing his body against her, sandwiching her against the hard wood as he kissed her with unleashed passion. In retaliation she wrapped her legs around his waist welcoming him as he pressed his hard on against her needy pussy. Soon her breath was gasping and her mouth was bruised from his fierce kisses which had elicited a mind-blowing response from her, leaving her eyes glazed with such wanton desire that he could only look down at her in wonder. The big man's hands grasped her waist before moving south, clutching her ass forcefully, squeezing an moulding her cheeks as he lifted her up so that her distended peaks were on a level with his eager mouth, latching on with powerful suction which made her head flop back as her muscles went liquid, unable to hold her up. Transferring his attention to her other breast caused her to wrap her hands around the back of his head, pulling and clutching him close. His hair was slightly greasy beneath her fingers as she ran them through it holding him in place as she moaned under the attention of his teeth and tongue. She gave a little yelp as he nipped slightly harder than she had expected but he silently apologised by licking his tongue over the injured peek and she instantly forgave him. She was so excited that she was almost close to coming but before she did he stepped back allowing her to slide down the door to land on her trembling feet. "Gonna take all of my fat cock you horny little bitch?" he asked coarsely as his finger slipped inside her wet pussy and she moaned with helpless agreement. He was just her type which was why she had allowed him to stay and not called out for Garth, one of the clubs security, who was currently next door with Anya , probably giving her a good seeing to whilst he was on his break. Gently he pushed her down onto the carpet so that she was on her hands and knees, she heard the rasp of a zip behind her and a sigh as he freed himself and then she felt the tug of her panties as they were pulled over her rounded ass. There was a shocked, stunned, silence as he revealed her surprise; she too had a snake tattoo, only hers was on her back, S shaped and heading downwards. She looked over her shoulder at him; he was smiling at her as if he knew that from the moment when he first saw her, that she was his. She looked down his body and swallowed a gasp at the sight of him; he was certainly well hung and more than ready for the next step. "I don’t go bareback," she informed him in an uncompromising tone, "you’re gonna need this," she said tossing him a small foil wrapped packet that she had palmed earlier when she had set the music going. It only took seconds for him to deal with the condom, she had thought that she might have had trouble with him over it but he complied easily enough which was a relief, she wanted to be filled, stretched and fucked hard. He gathered himself behind her and prepared to enter her, she sighed as she felt his searing sex drive up into her in several hard thrusts which left her gasping both at his size and how easy his passage had been which meant that she must have been extremely turned on and wet herself. He rocked back and forth along her wet pussy anointing himself thoroughly before pulling right out and pressing the head of his cock against her asshole. "Oh yes!" she encouraged throatily. He grunted as he tried to push the glans of his long cock between her butt cheeks, her fingernails dug into the carpet as she braced herself, to accept him. In response she arched her back thrusting her body backwards in an effort to take him inside her, not wanting him to let up and giving him a better angle whilst moaning encouragement. He felt the tightness and warmth around him as he probed deeper into her ass, squeezing past her sphincter. He watched as her tattoo writhed enthusiastically as her body undulated and the position of the snakes open mouth, around her ass crack, made it look like he was fucking that as well and he found it a real turn on. The stretching sensation was intense as he entered her ass, he pressed forwards again, gentle but insistent until his whole shaft was inside her. They both gasped at his first real plunge, he was big and she was tight and he had not given her much of a chance to adjust to his presence before he started thrusting hard and rough but it was the perfect blend of bliss and agony. He leaned forwards and spooned his big body around her, rubbing his chest and tattoo against her back exciting her as his sweat slicked body slipped against hers. She lifted her arms and curled them back around his neck, holding him tight so that she was almost hanging from him. Every time he flexed his hips he reared up slightly and took her with him altering the angle deliciously. He dropped forwards and took his weight onto his hands and determinedly began to up the tempo and power of his thrusting. He pulled out slightly and then pressed back in, with steady, firm strokes, each consecutive stroke going further out and further in as his passage became easier as her body began to accept him. "More," she urged, she could not help pressing back against him as hot shocks of pleasure flowed into her as she gave herself over to the mindless sensation as she quivered and groaned. "I’m going to come!"she cried out as she came apart in his arms and all too soon he felt a warm hum in his balls and his cum shot out from the head of his cock as his whole body started to shudder. The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy echoed around the now silent room as the music machine had snapped off. His final thrust was so powerful that he lifted her clean off her knees and left her suspended in the air, hung on his rigid cock, like a coat on a hook, crying out her pleasure. His balls felt as if they were on fire and his cock began to lurch mindlessly into the woman’s ass as his orgasm swamped him and his semen was expelled from his balls in powerful shots. Spasm after incredible spasm flowed through his dick as he erupted within her vice like walls. Her orgasm began in her ass and spread around her pussy and clit and chased up to her peaked nipples which he was squeezing relentlessly between his fingers. Her face wore an expression of wild passion as she moaned and squirmed beneath his onslaught. Their breath came in ragged gasps whilst they collapsed with pleasure, forwards onto the floor. As he pulled out of her he bent down and kissed the snake on her lower back, tracing its length and rimming her hole that he had so recently occupied. She moaned as his tongue flicked briefly in and out, tasting her, before he rolled clear and began to get dressed. "Where are you going?" she asked in a satiated voice as his movements began to pierce her consciousness. "I thought you would be wanting me to leave.” “Not yet, I think we’ve only just begun,” she said seductively as she sat up in front of him. She was naked after she had removed her teddy but in contrast he was fully clothed with his t-shirt having fallen down covering him and just his cock poking out from between his open zipper, she found it incredibly erotic to see. Gently she removed the sagging, used condom and employed a tissue, from the pack that she kept to remove her stage make up, to clean him off. Moving closer she slid her mouth over his head, in an effort to re arouse him, as he had not gone completely soft, she thought her chances were good. She began to suck gently feeling the thrill of his cock pushing in and out of her mouth and found that she was definitely getting turned on as well. She kept sucking and slurping aiming to to get as deep as she could but he was too big to get all of the way in. Her excited hands reached out to squeeze and feel his ass through the thick fabric of his jeans as he gently fucked her mouth, almost as if he cared whilst his fingers were buried in the soft silky strands of her fast drying hair. She pulled back until her lips were just over the mushroomed head of his cock, then she ran her tongue around his purpling glans, took a deep breath and then plunged down on him again, this time managing to take him slightly deeper than before. She heard the sound of moaning in the room and it took a second before she realised that it was coming from her. She could feel her pussy becoming soaking wet and her hand slipped down to her clit where she began to rub herself furiously. Meanwhile his fingers tangled in her electric blue hair and pulled her down hard onto his shaft as his animalistic tendencies took over. He held her tightly in place as he hammered her deep and he moaned in ecstasy with each thrust. She felt him getting close and concentrated on the sensitive spots that she had discovered, to tease him further. Nothing else mattered, as she concentrated her efforts in pleasing him with her mouth, everything else faded into the background as his body tensed and shuddered. She tasted his cum which had a slight apple tinge as it splashed into her mouth and she began to swallow hungrily, she gulped it all down, managing to swallow everything. Unsurprisingly there wasn’t as much as when he had cum in her ass a few moments ago. The hand at her pussy pushed one, then two fingers inside, a graze of her thumb over her sensitive clit was enough to topple her over the edge and make her cum as well. Her orgasm spreading through her like a wave, it was not powerful but it was still more than pleasant nonetheless. Looking up she smiled and licked him clean for the final time. He loved the new pearly white lip gloss that now adorned her talented mouth from where his seed had splattered against her. “Don’t you have to get back out there?" he asked worriedly, glancing up at the clock. "No, I’m finished for tonight, but I don’t think we are. Why don’t we go somewhere and continue this in more comfort?" she offered. He paused in surprise; her suggestion was not what he had expected. "Okay but I don’t even know your name." "Annabelinda." "Unusual name," he commented. "Means graceful serpent." "Appropriate," he said offering a hand to help her stand on slightly wobbly legs. The end Other free e-books available on Smashwords by Nik. A. Lezz: The Revenge of Sister Hood Txt m8tes Cupboard Love Happy Anniversary Sweetcheeks