The sun had risen behind the heavily draped windows and Shelly closed her eyes, smiling with my cock still pulsing gently inside her. She slept silent and breathless beneath me, helpless as a newborn, and my only thought was to cradle her in my arms. I kept her safe and warm, and eventually I dreamt of beautiful, wondrous, and terrible things. Perhaps they were her dreams as well. I liked to think so."What are you doing?""Huh?" I glanced at Shelly from the driver's seat of my BMW, a beautiful M5 that seemed to impress the girl quite a bit. I'd kind of hoped it would. I loved that car and hardly ever got to drive it."That's the third florist we've passed," she said, glancing over her shoulder."You want me to buy you flowers?""Not for me!" Shelly punched me in the arm."Ow!""For your mother," she said. "What's the matter with you?""Uh..." I wasn't exactly sure."You can't go to your mom's for dinner without bringing her flowers.""I can't?"Shelly gave me an incredulous look. "I
I think he's just hungry," I said, drinking in her firm, upturned breasts as she moved around. I fed the cat, giving the task a bare minimum of attention.Watching Shelly get dressed seemed much more interesting. Captivating, really, as I just stood there looking up at her. She put on a white bra decorated with blue and pink polka dots on the cups, adjusting it with a self-conscious giggle. She knew I was watching. Shelly turned around, giving me her ass for a moment, then turning again so I could watch her pull matching panties up her long legs. I teased her about that, since I'd honestly believed she didn't own even a single pair of panties. Everything about her was pleasing to the eye and I smiled as she turned, smoothing her panties over her butt and posing just for me."You should be an underwear model," I decided, and she laughed at that."I should be a lot of things," Shelly replied. "Which one?"She held up two dresses, a baby blue sun dress with white trim, and a black mini-d
Shelly's cheeks turned pink with life and it wasn't only my blood that nourished her, but my living sperm as well. That's not something they put in the movies, but my vampire girlfriend assured me it was true.Secretly, I wondered if Shelly didn't have a serious sperm fetish, but either way, I wasn't complaining."And here's Robert when he had the chicken pox," Mom said. "It was just awful. All that itching. Like a big diaper rash.""Oh." Shelly nodded."Right after that, let's see ... That's right. He fell out of a tree and broke his wrist.""Ouch!""Such a clumsy boy." Mom clucked her tongue. "And then he had his tonsils removed when he was eleven.""That's a lot of ice cream," Shelly said, smiling at me. "You look pretty cute.""His father took this picture. Caught him flying right over the handlebars, see?"How many mothers keep a photo album dedicated to illness and injury? Not many, I imagined, and I shuddered to think of Shelly's opinion. One natural disaster after another arra
She had to hug me, too, and of course, she started to cry. For real this time. Even Shelly had tears running down her cheeks, I was surprised to see. It wouldn't even occur to me that the undead could weep, but there they were, tears of crimson joy that she quickly caught with a tissue. Thank God my mother hadn't noticed."Why wouldn't you want to tell me, Robert?" Mom wondered, leaving me completely at a loss. Thankfully, Shelly was right there with a ready answer."Because he hasn't given me a ring yet," she explained, holding up her left hand and wiggling her empty finger. "Bobby's a little self-conscious about it.""A ring?" Mom looked surprised suddenly. I mean, even more than she had when she found out I was getting married. Or maybe it wasn't surprise, but the sort of look people get when a good idea strikes."Are you alright?" I wondered."I'll be right back," she said, leaving Shelly and me sitting on the sofa."Are you crazy?" I hissed. "I didn't ask you to marry me!""You d
You are?""Absolutely," she said, kissing my cheek as if it was all settled. "I'm going to fuck your brains out every night and make you breakfast every morning.""Okay," I nodded. "Well, um..."How could I have lost the argument so quickly? That's what I wanted to know. I mean, we'd just started and Shelly had won already? How was that fair?"You're lucky you've got a girl like me," she decided, pulling my arm around her shoulder. "You know why?""Cause you're so beautiful?""Besides that!" She giggled. "Guess again.""Um ... You never get PMS?""Bobby!" She pouted playfully. "Well, I guess that's true, but no. You're lucky because I'm the girl who loves you.""I was going to say that next.""Liar!""No, I really was," I said with a grin. "You just didn't give me a chance.""I'm a vampire, remember?" Shelly kissed my neck. "I don't give anyone a chance.""Yeah." I felt my heart beneath her cool lips, beating strong enough for both of us. "And everyday is Halloween, right?"I could li
Celesta's face was pale and tears streamed from her eyes. Mascara ran right along with it and fear was rampant, making her pant. She gulped unsteadily, but then regained her composure. "So what ... you're going to fuck her instead of me? What do you think she'll say when she finds out what you are?""I think that compared to what your boyfriend was doing to her, she'll probably figure she traded up, where, if you run to him, you're definitely diving into the shallower end of the gene pool." He smirked, a sly twist of his lush lower lip. "Thirty minutes, Celesta. Anything you forget, I'll give to a home for abused women. Now get out!"Celesta sagged against the man who once held the leash. "Who are you to threaten her?" His bellow echoed against the massive stone walls.Celesta gasped. "No, Donnie, don't provoke him."Donnie hugged her. "Shush little one. You have no right to speak to her in such a manner." He poked his index finger into Chal's chest to emphasize his words. "She is a l
Chal shook his head and reached out to gently touch her cheek. He turned her face so that she would look at him. "No Bliss. Not if you don't want that. I would never do anything to you that would hurt or demean you. I would have you stay as a companion. You would be safe and cared for here."Bliss stared at him and confusion made her brows furl. "Why? I'm a nobody, a-a nothing? Why would you take me in?" She seemed to realize that she stared at him and she dropped her gaze back to her hands. When he lifted his hand to touch her, she flinched back as if she expected to be hit.Chal lifted her chin again and forced her to look at him. "You are not a nobody, Bliss. Besides, I have this huge house and with Celesta gone, I'll be here alone. You'll actually be a lifesaver. Rodney and Giselle are constantly on me about not having enough people in the house. As long as you don't have parties like Celesta threw, we'll have no problems, Bliss""And ... and you won't talk to my father?""No." He
Not afraid." Her words were whispered. When he picked her up, she snuggled into his chest and let her head rest against his neck. He smelled good, sweet and spicy though he wasn't all that warm. "You won't hurt me.""No, I won't.""Mm, hmm." She snuggled against him and her arms came up to wrap around his neck. She mumbled something else that was pretty unintelligible. He pushed open the door to the hallway and saw the door into his bedroom was open and Rodney was just coming out of the one that had been Celesta's. It had connecting doors into his room."Giselle is changing the sheets, sir. I told her earlier but she didn't want her highness to throw a fit about something that was an order of yours. We have it pretty well cleaned out. I didn't think the little one would care to wear any of her clothing.""Rodney, how did I ever survive without you?""I've been asking you that for years, sir."Chal chuckled. "True, you have. Miss Bliss has been through a pretty rough experience.""Yes,
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