Free Nasty Vampire Nun by Claudia D. Zawa Page A

heart sing.
    “Do you really mean that?”
    He nodded.
    “Have you thought about what I said earlier? Are you gonna run away with me to Alaska?”
    “I don't know,” I said, dressing myself.
    “The Eskimos are calling,” he teased, smiling.
    “What if Joe finds out? He'll kill us.”
    “Don't worry, babe,” Mike said, pulling up his pants. “We have God on our side.”
    I was confused and scared. Could I really just up and leave my husband? After two years of Joe's bullshit, maybe it was finally time to call it quits. And I couldn't just simply tell him. Oh, no no no. You don't tell someone like Joe, “Hey, I'm leaving because you're an abusive drunk. Bye.” The only way out with him was to just vanish . After days of pondering Mike's question, my mind was made up. I was going to run away and be happy with my new love. I swung my arms around Mike.
    “Yes,” I said. “Yes – let's do it – let's run away to Alaska and be with the Eskimos!”
    We hugged, but before we could lock lips, something big hit the door, shaking the booth. We both jumped back, yelping. The woman on the other side screamed like a crazy person:
    “I know you're in there! You fucking bastard, get out here!”
    Mike pressed his back against the wall.
    “Shit! Elsa!”
    I couldn't believe it.
    “You're wife? You said she was at work.”
    He shook his head – words escaping him. Elsa began banging her amazing bulk against the door as we leaned against it. The whole booth fell over, and we crawled out like rats escaping a sinking ship. I made it out the church, but Mike wasn't so lucky. Elsa, weighing in at 400 pounds and an experienced Judo instructor, held his arms back. He squealed like a pig.
    “Help me, Megan! Help meeee!”
    There was nothing I could do. I was too scared.
     
    I ran all the way to my boyfriend's trailer home, took a shower, and went to bed. A few hours later, at three in the morning, I heard the front door open – and drunken singing. Joe was home, and he was eager for some action. I pretended to be asleep as he stumbled around the house, knocking over lamps and pictures as he did the drunkard's walk into the bedroom. He peeled off his pants and farted and burped and fell into bed. I had my back to him. He moaned,  and his cold hand slithered up my waist and onto my breast. I wasn't in the mood for “romance”, but my body betrayed me. My nipples turned stiff in attention, and my pussy lubricated itself. He kissed my ear. I gave in to his advances and reached behind me and grabbed his cock and raised my leg and guided his pulsing meat past my ass and into my cunt.
    He worked hectically....
    Then it was over.
    The whole thing lasted 10 seconds. Joe rolled onto his back and snored. That bastard never gave me time to cum. Never . I exhaled and focused my thoughts on beautiful, naked Mike – imagining him between my legs with his tongue licking my pussy, his tongue darting in and out, his eyes wide with excitement as his cock stiffened and thudded against the bed. I reached down between my legs and pleasured myself – my other hand over my mouth – trying my best to work as quietly as possible. I was good at what I did. No one could get me off better. I liked to dig in deep too, and I moved fast, like I was starting a fire. When the great wave came, my whole body shook, and I squirted cum all over the blanket as I bit down on my hand, hyperventilating.
    I got up and aimed the fan over the wet spot. It would dry in the morning. I went to the kitchen and made myself a cheese sandwich. I thought of Mike.
    Hope you can read my thoughts. I love you. I love you.
    I had made the right decision. I couldn't wait for us to run away to Alaska and live with the Eskimos. We'd consume nothing but fish and beer. The simple life. Paradise.
    My cell vibrated. It was Mike.
    “It's over.”
    My heart stopped.
    “What? Why?”
    “It's Elsa. She got real drunk and beat me up pretty good with a mop handle. My left eye almost fell