Samantha couldn't believe how fast she'd been swept off her feet and fallen head over heels in love. She'd dreamed about love at first sight but never actually believed in it, until now. Now, Samantha believed because the first time she had seen Her she'd felt an instant attraction. An attraction so powerful it could not be denied. Now Samantha couldn't bear to be apart from Her and longed for work to end so she could go to her love.They'd met at a party. Samantha wasn't really into parties but her friends dragged her to it saying she needed to get out more. It was an OK party, she supposed. Except that the music was too loud and her friends all disappeared looking for men. She spent most of the night sitting alone in a corner near the bar, sipping her ginger ale.She kept glancing at the door wondering if she'd spent enough time there and could get away with a quick "I had a great time but it's late and I've got to get up in the morning".In reality she had a headache and just wante
Samantha was very distracted the next day. Her boss, who was much like a mother to her, sent her home early rather than see her hurt herself or damage any more merchandise. Samantha spent the rest of the day cleaning and double checking every last thing to be sure that everything would be just right for her Mistress's arrival. Then she placed the collar around her throat and pressed the lock closed. The solid click gave her a chill of excitement.When the door bell at last rang Samantha almost fainted with joy. She quickly ran and knelt before the door. Giving one last caress to the collar now permanently encircling her throat she lowered her head and placed her arms behind her back. As she knelt there nude except for the collar she felt a wave of fear over come her. What if Mistress doesn't like how I look? Samantha thought anxiously.When the door finally opened, Samantha couldn't breathe. She was too nervous to breathe. Did she have everything right? Was her Mistress pleased? She p
Lafitte licked the virgin blood from his long fingernail. He shuddered at the energy that suddenly blossomed in his gut. So unusual to have a 23 year old virgin dumped in his lap like this. Not that he was complaining, mind you, he was just reflecting on his bargain made in hell with the voodoo Queen.He knew deep down inside his blood seeking body he was in fear of the Queen. She looked into his timeless eyes and she could read his every thought. He had absolutely no powers of persuasion over her and he was smart enough not to even try.The pretty college girl stirred in his arms.They were both stark naked. It was not for sexual gratification but because the basement was overly hot as the summer heat filtered in from above ground. His band of "made" children were scattered in all corners of the dark and foul-aired basement. Almost all females, they chattered and even laughed without humor as they shared the unfortunate humans culled from the pitiless streets of the French quarter in
"You may go now, little Lisa. You have done very well!"The college girl shuddered and her release instigated a rise in chatter and laughing in the basement. The familiar convulsions and bone-rattling groans revealed the true depth of Lisa's sexual release.Lafitte stroked the pretty blonde girl's long hair and left his cock firmly seated in her fundament. He was still strongly aroused could stay that way for hours. Even with a widely stretched anus, Lisa was able to calm down and her breathing returned to normal. The slightest move from Lafitte made her suck air into her lungs and she fluttered her sphincter muscle wildly around his thick and greedy cock. The female vampires watched in jealous amusement with not a single trace of pity in any of them.The buggered sailor was under the weight of 5 females now all taking little sips of his life force. He was far from succumbing to the draining of his blood but Lafitte shouted out a warning for his flock to be sparing in their blood taki
Lafitte dropped down on top of the helpless female. He wrapped his legs around her ample rump and let his rampant cock wander all over her well-trimmed slit. The little slut started to whine and whimper with all her female wiles. He slapped her fully rounded cheeks and the entire band simpered and hooted at the sound of the heavy meaty sounds bouncing off the Centuries old basement walls.Marcy tried not to make any sound as her ass was pummeled in an undignified manner by the Pirate vampire Chieftain. She struggled against her restraints to no avail and surrendered her body to the will of the creature from hell. After a long spate of particularly harsh spanks, the middle-aged business woman voiced her first cries of despair and frustration. She began to grunt after each blow much to the delight of the followers of the Vampire Chief. They chattered and some even coupled in desperate attempts to be more "human" in their demeanor.She felt her ass cheeks being spread wide open and saw t
The college girl was squealing non-stop and begging him not to take her cherry. The wet pussy slit betrayed the falsehood of her protestations. This blonde slut wanted his cock buried in her pussy as deep as he could push it. The taking of Lisa's cherry was accomplished with little difficulty. She cried out and Marcy immediately pushed her face into her pussy slit and made the virgin suck the vampire cum from her vagina.Both Lafitte and the woman destined to be one of his brood took their pleasure at each end of the pretty blonde co-ed. Lafitte and Marcy leaned forward and tongued each other's mouth as they took her virginity and her pride at the same time. Tears rolled down Lisa's rosy cheeks and she sobbed in helpless frustration at her loss of virginity and loss of all dignity. Lafitte's children brood thought it was a beautiful sight in the dank basement under the sanctified place of worship above their heads.Lafitte grabbed Marcy by the back of her head and pulled her up to sta
Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun rose in the East.Gloria moved close to Lafitte and offered her inside leg to his teeth. The fact that he was steadily pounding the human woman's adorable pussy with his renowned cock did not stop the pirate vampire from sucking a few drops of the offered blood to give him renewed energy for his c
The desirable mulatto girl found it was a sure-fire boost to her earning ability and made her a pampered member of Mama Leone's establishment.She had found that when a customer was sucking her nipple dry, he or she would allow her to do nasty things to them like shoving her finger up their wrinkled brown eyes or even spitting onto their defenseless faces. Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure.Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.The vampire chieftain laughed at the way Marcy wiggled and whimpered at the end of his throbbing
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