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Stephanie
sits in the bar minding her own business. Before her rests a Bloody
Mary, so close yet so far away from what she truly desires. Dressed in
red leather she stands out in this dusty, good-old-boys bar. Her body
thin, her hair raven, and her complexion pale. The table she sits at
is hers alone. Not even the toughest redneck can fail to feel the
power of the night that burns from her very skin. She lifts her head
and looks around for a likely mark. She needs someone to fill the
empty, yawning void inside her tonight. She gives a mirthless laugh to
herself remembering how glamorous she thought being a vampire would
be.
A man walks in and looks carefully around as if searching for someone
special. She appreciates the way his jeans hug his legs, and the flex
of muscle she cant help but notice under his tight, black t-shirt.
Maybe the night just got a little brighter. She stands to reveal her
full 5'9" frame, and walks slowly and sensually over to the door.
Her body gives off a heat that pulls men and women alike to her. She slips
by the man and continues out the door. She knows he will follow -- he
has no choice. Don't believe the lies that you must look a vampire in
the eyes to be entranced. The mere passing of one who wants you can
cause you to do their will. Right now he is feeling her need, and
there is no doubt his cock is rock hard as he imagines it is he that
will seduce her.
He hurries to catch up with her and starts walking beside her. She
turns her head towards him and notices his jeans are even tighter now
that his throbbing erection is taking up space. She has not fed in
days, and needs to feel the passion and fire while his blood pours
hot down her throat. "Follow me," she whispers to him. Knowing he has no
choice but to obey, she hurries to her home. Entering the doorway, she feels his hot breathe on her neck.
Oh, if he
only knew what he was in for, she thinks to herself.
Stephanie calls out to see if her roommate is home. The answering
voice is soft and sensual, a short blonde with the body of a vixen.
They will share her catch this night. Bring him to unknown pleasures
first, and then down to the depths of hell. He is in their thrall as
they both begin to undress him, each taking turns sucking hard on his
cock, kissing him carefully so he does not feel the sharp points of
their fangs. Feeding off his ecstasy, the two vampires begin to feel
human again. Their bodies are once again ripe with blood and able to
feel pleasure. Wetness seeps between their thighs as they both
undress. One takes him to the bed, lies him down, and lowers her body
onto his. She feels his hard cock pushing into her as she pulses
around him. He moans in pure pleasure as she rides him passionately.
Arching to allow his lips to suck her nipples, she keeps a rhythm that
is driving him close to the edge.
I am Vanessa, the blonde. I watch as my roommate brings her toy close
to climax. My own hand reaches to rub my clit, inserting two fingers
deep into my center, keeping pace with them both. As we all near that
fateful moment, I bend to kiss his neck. My teeth are grazing close to
his jugular waiting for the perfect moment to drain him of life. As
his body bucks upwards, I feel his breathing start to falter. Sinking
fangs into him at the perfect instant I am able to cum for the first
time in months. Only with his lifeblood coursing through my veins can
I have enough blood flow to bring myself to that final, crashing
moment of sex. My roommate bends to bite him lovingly on the other
side of his neck as he shoots cum hot and hard into her pussy, and she
cums in concert with us.
Oh, I know, I should stop before he is dead. Don't think we do this
lightly. I am sure you will judge me, think
me mad, but until you have walked in my shoes you cannot know the pull
of human blood. I write not for understanding, forgiveness, or your
sympathy. I write as a warning. Watch carefully in the night. When
your body shivers and lust spreads instantly through you, you may be
in the presence of a Vampire named Vanessa.
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