More Fucking And Sucking At The Bite Club!
Yawn….another Dead Night in L.A. and who can tell? All the plastic people who love to do wild, naughty things. They consider their lives so fucking hot just because they fuck and suck, maybe even a little bite action. And they have no idea what real bite action is! They will soon learn what a night of partying can be like. They’ll learn the HARD way…by Fucking and Sucking at The Bite Club! They will learn to abide by the rules created by a Mistress to her slave…The thrumming beat of the club hall music could be heard for blocks under the earth in Malibu. The constant vibrations? Oh…They could be heard for miles. “Calling all vamps” it might well have said. And when you call, they will cum! Fortunately, we vampires are old school and have existed side by side with humans for a million years.
I strolled the labyrinthine halls of the underground from my lair 40 feet beneath Malibu.
Walking and, feeling the beat cumming through the stone foundation of The Bite Club overhead. I trailed my fingers along those stones and “heard” the music in them. The constant beat made my pussy wet. I could feel the slippery, slide of thigh against thigh as I walked. My gown’s train trailed behind me. The dress itself is exquisite, dripping with crystals that caught every flicker of light as if it were made of diamonds. It was heavy, so it barely clung to my bare shoulders and was slit…to…there, in front. A single frog closure held it together at the natural waist. Quite sexy would have been the short description. Haha
I went ghost, only to reappear in the V.I.P. section of the club I own. All of my pals were front and center. We planned some real fun tonight. The typical fun…for us…we had some deliciously, debaucherous events ahead of us. The usual sport was underway by most of the gang, but I…I had been eyeing a handsome slightly older man (for a human!), who’d been cumming in every night this week. Hoping to not be noticed…or did he? I mean, you can hardly cum to a vampire club expecting to NOT be noticed…
If you have a heart pumping blood…BELIEVE ME, you’re gonna get noticed around here!
I could have used my superhuman speed, but I preferred the spiral staircase…that way he could watch my approach. Sadly, I couldn’t compel him to look at the stairs form this distance. But, he did smell me cumming. My fragrance was a spellbinder all on its own. He stopped mid-sentence to another and turned to look over his shoulder. Clearly, he didn’t know what to focus on…as if I had called him by name.
Remember the childhood game of tapping a friend’s shoulder while cumming up on the opposite shoulder, so the friend looked at the wrong shoulder? Yeah. I did it. Hey…it doesn’t matter if your immortal, good slapstick never grows old! Giggle So, I trailed my fingers along his left shoulder as I sidled up on his right, watching him twirl on his bar stool. It made me smile at him. He looked a little apprehensive behind his glasses. I smiled harder. What did this mortal man possess that should make me smile so?
Where others of my ilk would employ erotic hypnosis to cajole him into acts of corruption; I didn’t need to glamour him.
He was a willing participant. I simply ask if he would like to retire to my private quarters further below ground. He stood faster than I could have…and I have thousands of years of practice! He wanted this…our joining. That’s why he cums here. It’s why they ALL CUM here.
We passed by the private rooms just off the main arena. As if there wasn’t enough to melt even a seasoned Madam’s eyes, we walked passed the group sex atmosphere on the dance-floor and the various and sundry rooms for Age-Play, A School Girl room, for Daddy/Daughter vamps and various rooms for normal kinks like ass worship, strap-ons…the works. We finally reached the bank of elevators which would carry us the 24 floors below ground to my suite.
The doors of the elevator opened with a “swoosh” and he took the lead by grasping my hand and pulling me gently inside. This was a switch for me…I normally took the lead…even in my world. His gentle tug landed me flat against him, but he was well over 6 feet tall, so I kind of landed just under his chin, in my 5 inch stilettos. I could smell him and I salivated. Not his blood! I’m not a heathen for God’s sake! I could smell his cologne and it was mesmerizing… Intoxicating…Delicious.
I wanted to put my tongue into the air to catch it. Haha
As we stumbled from the elevator into my living room, his hands slid effortlessly beneath my gown and in one flick, he’d undone the single clasp holding it on my body. I breathy sigh escaped my lips. Another something new for me. I usually did that to others. Hmm.
Both of his hands found my breasts and my leg instinctively wrapped his waist. I tilted his head to one side and lowered my mouth to his neck…I licked and sucked over his shoulder to where it met the slope of his neck and up behind his ear. His turn to sigh heavily! Giggle I lowered my leg long enough to push him back against the exposed brick wall in the room. Placing my now barefoot on the wall next to him for leverage, I moved against him. His cock’s head pressed against my clit ring and I shoved my pussy down his shaft. I fucked him as if the world was about to end and just before he came…I lowered my mouth to his fountain of youth…and drank.
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