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
The girl's efforts scooped up a pair of young men who seemed more like girls than boys and he was informed that they were both testing the girl's rear passages to see if girls felt the same as boys back there. It was sort of a fact-finding mission for them and they never expected to be trying anal sex with a pair of female vampires who easily bested them in physical combat and made them their bitches until the Vampire chief could made a final determination on their fate.Lafitte knew it was not wise to keep the boys too long and to not cause them permanent harm because they were obviously from "old money" in the "Big Easy" and their families were no doubt influential in certain circles. There was also the chance that they were associated with the families of the "French Quarter Witches" who ruled the roost with a heavy hand. The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence for professional reason
A knock on the door of the basement stairwell announced the arrival of the latest "Virgin" from the now retired Voodoo Queen. The deal had been in perpetuity with at least one virgin each month from the Voodoo clan stock. He had made the deal knowing how hard it had become to find virgins of a mature enough age to furnish ripe blood. He used the virgins strickly for their blood purity and none of the clan took liberties with them because of their value. A full month of careful draining and they were returned to the voodoo clan with their cunts intact and confused memories of where they had been for the last thirty days. The virgin blood kept Lafitte's clan on top of the vampire chain of command in the Gulf Region and he knew he had made a good deal with Marie in saving Lovey for her use.Now that Marie was retired, Lafitte knew he was in a good position to dominate the occult status of the Big Easy. The only competitor was the black magic arts of the French Quarter under the command o
This family he was visiting was one of the original settlers of the area and they had inbred for generations with no visible negative effects on the attractive features of the female offspring. They had gifted him a young girl of about eighteen who was shy and withdrawn and unable to lift her face up to look into his eyes. It was not that she was afraid of him because she really had no idea who he was except just another stranger that her family owed a debt to. She had been the "payment" on more than one occasion and was now accepting of that depraved role.He circled her as she squatted on the rough burlap mat with her legs under her pretty ass. She was wearing the customary cut-off jeans that seemed almost a uniform for the young females of the bayou and he was certain she had never owned any underwear of any nature since that was too expensive for the rural dwellers. The first time he had lowered a pair of the jeans on one of the pretty young things, he was pleasantly surprised to
It was better to conclude the business quickly before they became aware of their extinction. Fortunately, there were no females in the group of cannibals. He was glad for that because the females were always the hardest to bring down in this sort of cult. They seemed to have a sixth sense about everything about them and he suspected there was some sort of relationship to the practice of witchcraft in their actions. He took the last one down with the simple swipe of his sharpened fingernail across his throat. He would have liked to have slowed down and fed for a bit but he really wasn't hungry and he had no great liking for the cannibals and their way of life. The girl was still breathing and he applied the healing salve from the available potions within reach and bound the female human up in strips of cloth from his own undershirt of finest cotton. She seemed to still have a grasp on reality and looked at the bodies around her with a mixture of disgust and joy at their sudden demise
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