Who are you?" Tinkerbell wondered, tapping me on the shoulder with her small, green wand."Robert Redford." I raised my voice with the music. "Do you live here?""You don't look like Robert Redford," she decided, taking in my ordinary trousers, loosened tie, and rolled up sleeves."That's because it's a Halloween party," I half-shouted. "I'm wearing my guy-next-door costume.""Oh!" She nodded eagerly. "It's a good one!""Thanks," I said, leaning closer. "Who lives here?""I don't know," she replied. "You wanna dance?""Maybe later."My nose itched beneath a cloud of bitter smoke. Cloves, pot, maybe something burning on the stove? The music made me wince. I didn't particularly care for crowds and I didn't know my neighbors. I'd never borrowed a cup of sugar or gotten their morning paper by mistake. They were strangers with a stereo, that's all I knew, and I had to work in the morning."You need an orgasm!" Frankenstein's monster shoved a plastic cup into my hand. Something pink with a
Shelly wore a black skirt, an old one by the look of it, made of linen beneath a shadow of lace. Stockings and heels, open toes painted blood red like her fingernails, like her lips. A Goth goddess teasing mortal me."How old are you?" I asked, hoping she would be flattered, rather than amused."Old enough," she replied with a playful shrug. "Can I have your phone number?""What?""Your phone number.""Why?" I asked, probably looking even more surprised than I sounded."Oh, I don't know," she confessed. "It's, um ... like a college thing. I just have to collect a bunch of phone numbers from guys.""You're in a sorority or something?""Yeah. Like that," she agreed. "I'm not gonna call you or anything. I mean, you don't want strange girls calling you, right?""I guess not, um..." I tried not to show her the disappointment I felt.I'd never been asked for my number by a pretty college coed before, not even when I'd been in college. Shelly looked gorgeous, too, even as she smiled through
Still, she didn't stop me, not until I bent my knees, trying to extend my reach and bring my fingertips to her vulnerable sex. My cock ached and I had the urge to reach between us and free my erection. I could fuck her right there in the foyer, lift Shelly in my arms and turn, pinning her against the wall as I thrust inside her. That was my plan, the only desperate one I had, leaving no room for anything but lust. I didn't care that we'd just met, that I knew nothing about her and didn't even have a condom. I only knew I wanted her."Wait," she breathed, releasing my tongue and panting the words across my flushed face. "Where's your bedroom?""That way," I replied, picking her up the way I'd imagined, and for the same, but less immediate reason."You taste good," she sighed, kissing my face with her legs wrapped around my thighs. She clung to my neck and I cradled her ass, walking her through my apartment.I put her on my bed, fumbling for the bedside lamp, but Shelly stopped me. Her
Shhhh..." She grabbed my wrists, using her strength and my own helpless position to control me easily.Shelly stretched my arms over my head, bending forward with my swollen cock still inside her. I didn't know why my body had to betray me that way, but it did. Shelly continued to move, rocking back and forth with her breasts flattened against my chest. Her mouth covered mine and I shook my head, but she chased me, giggling as if we were playing a game. Her tongue filled my mouth and when I tried to bite her, she pulled back and bit my lower lip.I felt her fangs sharp and cold, and she suckled my bloody lip while she came. Her sex seemed to collapse around my cock, contracting rapidly and pulling me towards my own unwanted and inevitable orgasm. My erection jerked deep inside her and Shelly fed me her tongue once more. This time I didn't do anything but accept her passionate kiss, tasting my blood and even swallowing it while her undead womb nursed on my living sperm.I'd been raped
I didn't say anything, of course. My mouth opened and closed several times, but no words could escape my suddenly parched lips. When Shelly wiggled her fingers and smiled, I felt the burning pinch of humiliation deep in my gut. This 'real woman' had raped me! She'd sucked my blood and held me down while her pussy sucked my dick. What was she doing here?"Bobby! I'm sorry I'm late, darling." She bent at the waist, kissing my cheek as I sat frozen in my chair. "Mmmm ... You smell so good!""Robert?" Mom said, smiling patiently as Shelly decided to hug me. I could feel her firm, braless breasts trying to envelope my head. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"What I wanted to do was jump up and run as far and fast as I could! My heart was pounding, the air trapped in my lungs as I'd forgotten how to breathe. My balls ached with the painful memory of being violated in my own bed just a few days before. I had the vague hope that all of this was only a dream. Lord knows I'd dre
The skirt fell to mid-thigh, the blazer tailored to show off her curves without suggesting a sexual harassment suit waiting in the wings. She wore a white blouse and a fashionable gold necklace to match her earrings. The first impression of her would be that she was just another secretary, or a paralegal perhaps, albeit a very striking one.A lot of men were keeping a close eye on her every move and Shelly seemed oblivious to the attention. All of her considerable charms were focused on me, through my mother, of course, and as much as I hate to admit it, I rather enjoyed my envious, if completely fraudulent situation. I wondered how many of those men would have been so keen had they known Shelly's secret. Not many, I'd wager, and I suffered a genuine conflict as Shelly's unabashed affection began to have its intended effects.My cock was hard!"Robert, you simply must bring Shelly over for a proper dinner.""But...""No buts, young man." My mother smiled at Shelly. "He comes over ever
Watch the teeth, Bobby," she warned me as I caught my breath. "Or I'll have to find something else for you to ... Shhhh!"I froze with the acute fear of being discovered. We were in the men's room of a popular restaurant and I was sucking a vampire's tongue! Oh man! If we got busted my life would be over. Shelly probably wouldn't care, she could just go back to Transylvania or wherever the hell she'd come from, but I had a job, a career. I was a prominent CPA with an influential and very conservative clientele. Having perverted undead sex in a public bathroom would be like jumping out the window of my 38th floor office - messy, painful, and utterly final.The man's footsteps echoed off the tiles. He hummed softly and the sound of his zipper coming down made me jump. I could hear his piss hitting the porcelain and Shelly decided to fuck for real. She reached down to unzip my trousers, giggling silently as she found my cock swollen with irrational desire. I stood tip-toe, holding my bre
Too late, I realized the truth -- Shelly liked to feast at the moment of climax.At least this time I didn't black out. She drank my blood after it had delivered oxygen to my brain. I suppose the girl didn't want me to collapse on top of her in a toilet, that might have hurt. The strange part, at least for me, was how little it hurt. In fact, it felt pretty good, like getting a hickey, and I felt an odd pulsing sensation beneath her lips. My heart was beating quickly, of course, and my cock hadn't yet finished loosing my semen into her womb, but the pulse in my neck overwhelmed everything else.I found myself moving my hips, fucking Shelly again as my cock refused to soften. I made love to her, that's the only word for it, not wildly like before, but gently, calmly. My body found a lazy rhythm, almost languid as I held her against the door. I drank in the scent of her hair and felt her warming noticeably as my blood filled her veins. Her lips, hands, even her sex surrendered the chill
As the class ended Laura made sure she was the last person to leave, because she was afraid there would be a wet spot on the back of her pink miniskirt. Thinking quickly, Laura loosened the straps on her book bag, so it would cover her ass, just in case. Then she hurried to the ladies restroom. However, with every step after being loosened, Laura's book bag kept lightly slapping her pert ass.Between the book bag spanking her ass and the panties massaging her sex, Laura worried she wouldn't make it to the restroom before collapsing in a climax. The poor girl wondered if anyone around her suspected that she was dripping wet or even worse, could they know that she was going to do something she had never done before... masturbate in a public place. Luckily, she made it inside the ladies room without cumming and rushed into the first stall she came to. The lock on the door was broken, but it stayed put when it was closed.Laura reached underneath her skirt and rolled the tight panties dow
Over and over Laura's brain repeated, 'This is WRONG... This is WRONG. Oh God! I can't be doing this.'But her body was burning from the sensations of lust, so desperate for release from her pent-up frustrations. It felt so RIGHT as she stuck one finger, then two up her already soaked sex. Her sight and smell totally overwhelmed, as her senses were immersed in Monique's soiled panties. Her face planted firmly in crumpled shorts, back arched gracefully, toned thighs spread wide, and her young tightly rounded ass high in the air. She reached underneath her body and tormented her swollen clit."Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck my pussy." The blonde cried as she drove one finger and then two deeply in her cunt from behind."Oh Oh ohhhhh -- eeeeoooooowwwwww!!!" Her cries echoed off the cinder-block walls as she came. Several students passing underneath the girl's dorm looked toward the commotion and wondered enviously which young co-ed was getting her brains fucked out."Ahhh... Cumming?!!" Laura,
I'm going to fix that little bitch! Monique thought to herself. She sat at her desk soldering a circuit board. She was the perfect picture of a beautiful athletic African goddess and she looked very pissed.Monique had endured all the other insults Laura Leigh had heaped on her, but when she watched Laura flirt with her boyfriend last night, that was the last straw! It really pissed her off, because she knew that Laura didn't even like black guys, she just did it to spite her.So as the bitch happened to be her dorm mate, Monique was in the perfect position to make the prim and proper Barbie-looking slut pay.Monique snapped a cover on the device she was working on and then lay down on her back and slid under Laura's bed to secure it with some electrical tape.She had waited patiently for the ice princess to fuck up so she could use it against her, but Laura appeared invulnerable. 'Well maybe little Laura just needs a nudge in the right direction.' Monique thought. She wondered if her
Their names were Marge and Gary and they did everything together.Marge was actually older than Gary by about seven years and she hated to be reminded of it by anyone but Gary most of all.Velda saw her birthday cake at the country club and it had the terrible "Forty" splashed all over the chocolate icing like a sentence without any hope of a reprieve. That meant her spouse Gary was thirty-three and he did his best to look a bit older by wearing a moustache that really didn't suit him at all.The observant reluctant vampire was taking unnecessary tennis lessons from the husband Gary and she could not miss the fact that Marge was always watching them carefully from the stands. It was easy to see that the attractive mature woman was concerned her younger husband would eventually find an even younger substitute for her before he entered into that magical mid-life crisis when young pussy was too much of a temptation for most married men even those with wives their own age or slightly young
Her Romanian fortune-teller close and personal friend Valentina gave her all the satisfaction she needed in human sexual contact without the need to chance the explosion of seeds of creation inside her human form. The woman was fully trained now to perform all those special little exercises that she had become addicted to over the years. Her recent attempts to have a normal human life with a male partner had all ended in disaster or despair and she had decided to just use the humans for liquid replenishment of her vital life force and as play things to chase away the boredom of solitude.This Donald was attending a night school of business in the downtown section of the city and he apparently had a steady girlfriend called Betty. Fortunately, Betty was one of those females that wanted the man signed, sealed and delivered with marriage certificate before she would allow him to spread her vaginal slit. The foolish man-child was still a virgin and filled with hope of coupling bliss for t
Of course, the virginal blood was the premium grade for her needs but this coarser stuff would suffice nicely. She was careful not to drink too much because she instinctively knew that she did not want to make the stranger her "child" or end her days on earth forever. There were only a few drops spilled to the ground and the girl stirred with that sense of having been "eaten" by a monster. Velda didn't see herself as a monster, only a creature that was the genetic servant of her forebears and her feared master of distant times. He still existed somewhere in the underground region of that strange country and drained the blood of fearful peasants nocturnally in rightful royal exploitation on moonless nights.None of this had seemed possible to her the day before but now she was willing to accept the fact she was a Vampire doomed to walk the earth forever seeking the blood of human slaves to service her need for the liquid essence of life.When she withdrew from the station platform, the
The fact that he had been unfortunately caught in an accident involving a lifting crane and an unforgiving bulkhead made no sense to her because only this morning before heading off to work he had pounded her pussy from behind right at the kitchen window looking out at the quiet and peaceful harbor that looked so serene in the crisp morning air. In fact, her quim was still quivering from that last sweet coupling that would be no more without her darling Oscar.It was a blessing in disguise that they had no children even after hundreds of attempts in the past two years. She had come from an orphanage and didn't have the experience of many siblings like her husband but she did know the terrible fear that those around her would steal the very bread from her mouth if she was not assertive enough to stand up for her rights. Her delicious hour-glass figure was topped by the face of an absolute angel and all of her friends assumed she would have no problem in finding a suitable replacement f
When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slaves hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible.Her tongue slid into the slim groove to flick the clitoris, feeling it grow under her tongue. Jane was reminded of the first time she met her mistress, at a bar late one night when her husband was out of town on a business conference. Little did she know, but that chance encounter would forever change her.Jane loved her mistress more than ever. At that moment she couldn't understand why she questioned her orders. Her mistress told her to do something and she did it - at least after she gave her mistress pleasure!A few hours later, Jane stood next to her bed and her sleeping husband. Everything
Jane entered the large quiet house. The stillness and overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight. The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. It was a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Every time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife.With determination and familiarity, Jane rounded the foyer and immediately began to descend the massive staircase. The century- old floorboards groaned and squeaked with the beat of her footsteps. Using only her left hand, the thirty-two-year-old woman guided herself to the basement. It smelled of dust, dingy water, and age.The door handle was there a foot before her and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a reddish glow. As quietly as the woman could, she entered the large cavernous room and closed the door behind her.A scream sounded fro