Gimmie All your Loving

(Wincest)

Chapter One

Dean cruised the bar, looking for a likely chick to pull for the evening. The hunt was over, and the rock salt shells hung up in the impala for the night. A hunt always left him a little hungry and horny. Well a lot hungry and horny if he was honest with himself. He leaned back in his chair and let out a satisfied sigh, bacon burger stacker, with BBQ sauce, and lots of chilli fries. Followed by a double serving of apple pie, his favourite, all washed down by three beers and a couple of whisky chasers.

Sipping his fresh beer, he looked at a young woman at the bar. She was alone, sipping a bloody mary. She wasn't slim, she had curves in all the right places execrated by the closely cut black velvet dress she was wearing. Her skin paled down, her raven hair hanging in curls around her face sensuously. Lips of deep ebony, nails to match. Goths weren't usually Dean's type, too depressed and whiney. Little children obsessed with their imaginations of a fluffy, safe darkness. One full of happy endings and erotically charged undead, not seeming to care that the blood flow and erections ended when your heart stopped and your blood ceased to flow.

They weren't ready to see real darkness, they were children, pathetic, spineless children. If they saw a real monster, they would wet themselves. Floating around in their chiffon and taffetas, with their pretend blood rinks, and weird sexual cravings. Wearing their fake little teeth and acting like the big wolf on campus. Sometimes he enjoyed watching their faces when they realised what was in front of them wasn't the care bear with fangs that they expected!

There was something different about this girl, something that was drawing his attention. She looked his way, and for a moment their eyes met. She looked away shyly, blushing like a pale rose under her make up. The innocence was certainly a turn on. The wondering if he was popping her cherry for the very first time. He liked sweet little innocent girls, shame you couldn't find true innocence often. Not in this piece of shit world.

Dean drank his beer slowly, watching her stumble down from the chair, clearly very drunk. She would be an easy target to get into bed, he wondered briefly if he was taking advantage. Then she looked at him with a shy smiled, which stole his heart. He stood and walked over to her, "Wanna dance?" he offered.

She nodded, and let him lead her to the dance floor. Dean wasn't much of a dancer, but he swayed around to the music, his hands gently on her back hoping the slow numbers would carry on. Her arms around his neck, this girl smelt divine. Spicy yet sweet, a little of cigarettes and fine wine. The touch of her skin against his, making him all the more horny. She kissed down his neck gently as they moved. The way she rubbed against his groin made him ache to taste her. He wanted to drag her back to his motel room right now and give her the time of her life!

"I'm Dean," he whispered into her ear as he ran a finger down her spine.

"Mary," she breathed back as she nibbled on his ear.

"You are so beautiful." He said, squeezing her bum ever so slightly.

"So are you!" she said between kisses, her hand slipping around to firmly grab the front of his jeans.

Not as innocent as he'd thought then. He snuck a hand down her dress rubbing gently as they danced. The bar was busy, shoulder to shoulder busy, no one would see anything. He rubbed her nipple roughly, feeling her press harder into the curve of his body. Her hand grasping him tighter as she teased. He grew long and hard in her hands. He wanted this girl so very badly, he was sure everyone in the bar could see the massive boner he had.

Dean let the girl lead them to a more seceded corner, to a set of booths hidden from view. She pulled him down beside her, kissing him passionately, hard enough to take his breath away. He could feel the warmth spread through his body from her administrations. Dean pressed her firmly into the back corner of the booth, kissing her and playing with her soft ringlets. She was so sexy, he wouldn't put his finger on exactly what was so attractive about her.

"Do you want me, Dean?" she asked, almost worried about the answer.

"Hell yeah!" he answered, his jeans stretching tighter across his aching need.

"Come with me!" she asked, standing, and tugging Dean to his feet.

He followed like a little lost lamb, "Anywhere dear Mary."

Mary led him into the alleyway behind the bar, and down the street a couple of blocks. Stopping every few steps to kiss again. Out into the cold air, Dean's head was spinning, he didn't think that he had drunk so much, but his body was betraying him. She led him into an expensive hotel, he paid little attention to the name, as she grabbed his cock again in the lift heading up to her room. She pushed him against the wall, kissing and nipping down his neck. He felt a drop of blood on his skin. Baby liked to play did she?

Penthouse apartment they opened into, she unlocked the door and pulled him inside. "Make yourself comfortable." She said drifting into another room, "Help yourself to a drink."

This girl was loaded, the apartment full of designer artwork, expensive furniture and one of the best views in the city. Knowing he really shouldn't given how his head felt already, Dean poured himself a large neat whiskey in a cut crystal glass. The bar was extremely well stocked with some of the finest liquor around. Why was the rich chick slumming it with him he wondered? He sipped the drink, it was so smooth, not like the gut rot he drank. Downing it in one, he poured another and stared out of the window while he waited.

He wasn't sure how to take such lavish surroundings. Sipping at the wonderful brew, he waited trying to will himself calm enough he might be able to get out of those jeans without the aid of a knife. He'd downed the second large whiskey before he'd even noticed, setting the glass down carefully before it slipped through his drink addled fingers. Dean hadn't thought that he was able to get drunk anymore, but tonight was clearly proving him very wrong. He heard a cough behind him and turned to see Mary in a whole new outfit.

A slender black lace under dress, clinging to all of her curves perfectly, making her look sexier then ever. Her legs clasped in black silk stockings and the kinkiest of black leather boots. Dean didn't say a word, two steps and he was in her arms, shoving her roughly against the nearest bare wall. His mouth claiming hers in a vicious passion.

She removed his shirt before he could object, the rest of his clothing seconds later. He stood there naked, pressing against her lacy form as she stroked his shaft with expert skill. Dean pulled her legs up around his waist, lifting her and settling into position, stroking the sensuous silk higher and higher up her leg until he reached the top. The girl moaned as he found her naked ness and pushed a finger inside carefully. She was so damp already, ready for a man's touch.

He pushed her dress away to expose her naked breast, he clamped his mouth on the nipple and sucked gently on the stub, teasing it to the height of sensitivity. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, her body moving to the touch of his lips and hand as he stroked her into a state of blissful desire.

As he moved slightly and took his fingers away to adjust their position, she pulled him into her dampness. She was so tight , so ready for his entry. Dean slammed her harder into the wall with his thrusts, dragged them deeper into the mire of sensations they were riding. He hands pulling him closer, grabbing his rare to drag him in harder. Thrusting to the point where he didn't know if he could take anymore.

Then Mary reached her mouth down to his neck, little drugged kisses tempting him, giving him the strength to continue. A slight pain for a second as her teeth grazed his neck, then he was drowning in a form of pleasure greater then any he had ever known.

Pulling away, leaving him hungry and desperate for her touch. She steered him to the bedroom. She pulled off her dress and boots, leaving the stockings the only thing on her body. She rode Dean hard, as he sighed in pleasure, pressing her mouth straight back to his neck. The strange slight pain again, then the bliss returned. Distantly Dean realised that something was wrong, but the sensations were too incredible to ignore. His thoughts clouded as he rolled in waves upon waves of pleasure.

"Oh god!" he exclaimed, as she clamped down tighter with her mouth.

"Shhhhhh." She whispered, "Just let it happen, relax my beloved one."

He wanted to tell her how wonderful she was, so sexy, but the words wouldn't form on his lips. She slammed into him one last time, he couldn't resist her charms a moment longer. He came with a howl of pleasure, she giggled enjoying the sport of him. Laying down side by side, she kissed Dean on the lips. "Sleep my dark prince." She crooned.

Dean's eyes were heavy, he was exhausted in mind and body, and he could do nothing but obey his mistress.