10 comments/ 47624 views/ 10 favorites Command Performance By: urban_legend555 She needed confidence. Everyone said so. Even her mother. Alone with him she was incredible. Passionate, beautiful, sexual in the deepest meaning of the word. In public her heart beat a little harder. Her lips felt dry. The feeling that others were always looking never left her. And they were. Tall and gorgeous she attracted the attention of both men and women. Some with envy. Some with lust. All with admiration. Her long, raven hair framed an exceptional face. Pale blue eyes flicked nervously from behind shyly demurring lashes. Full lips, compulsively moistened by the tip of her tiny pink tongue, would part briefly to show sparkling white teeth. A long graceful neck swooped down to an acre of creamy skin. Her dress was low in the top. Low enough to flirt with the valley of her breasts. Unease with the amount of cleavage she was showing was apparent by the way her hand played endlessly with her necklace. Similarly, she seemed disquieted by the shortness of her skirt. Long, beautiful, tanned legs, bare from ankle to mid thigh, emphasized the brevity of the garment. The soft, loose fitting material moved around as she walked. It jostled with every step, ebbing and flowing, clinging between her thighs. Covering, yet never ruling out the possibility of revealing more. More than she intended. But not more than Robert had planned. In the hallway, on the way to the washrooms he stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Your panties darling. Pull them off," he smiled. She could hear herself swallow and draw her breath. It was hardly a surprise. He had told her earlier. Still the reality of it actually being time sent a shiver through her stomach. "Take them off Eleanor," he demanded softly, holding out his hand. She scanned the hallway and found it empty. Quickly her trembling hands lowered the flimsy underwear and she stepped out of them. She pressed the panties into Robert's palm just as a fortyish, bald man entered the passage way. Certain that he hadn't seen, she leaned back against the wall waiting for him to pass. Silently she reassured herself. He hadn't seen. He couldn't have. Her face felt very warm. A strange feeling crept through her belly and settled between her legs. She felt incredibly vulnerable. Her skirt was so short. It was scary in a delicious sort of way. The man was only a few feet away when Robert dropped the panties on the floor near her feet. Not realizing what they were at first, the man stooped and picked them up. A wide, knowing smile creased his face as he held them out to her. "Are these yours ma'am?" he chortled, seeing her distress. Robert never took his eyes from her face. He was enjoying her embarrassment immensely. When she didn't answer he spoke for her, taking the panties from the man and thanking him. Eleanor's legs felt weak. He lead her into the lounge and they slid into a corner booth. A few feet away sat a middle-aged woman with her back to them. The empty chair across from her faced directly at Robert and Eleanor. Within a few minutes, that seat was filled by the chubby little man from the hallway. He spotted them immediately and put his hand over his mouth while he whispered to his companion. She, trying to be inconspicuous, stole a glance over her shoulder and then leaned in to whisper her own thoughts. He gawked at Eleanor with an open hunger. Each time she raised her head he was looking, peering where her neckline dipped, staring beneath the table where Robert's hand caressed her thigh. Eleanor watched them gossiping back and forth. She saw the woman subtly edge her chair around so that she could look without craning her neck. An envious lust beamed from the man. But facing the woman was worse. She had a judgmental look of disdainful superiority that made Eleanor very uncomfortable. Robert's other hand had moved in behind her, sliding her forward on the bench. He held her skirt at the back so that it moved higher on her thighs. She stiffened. Her legs clamped shut and her hand went instinctively to her lap. She felt the leather seat like a cool kiss of on her most private part. Robert's touch skimmed across her belly sending fingers of sensation rippling through. His lips brushed her neck and he whispered for her to take her hand away. "We're going to let them see your cunt." he casually announced. An almost imperceptible moan escaped her lips and she nodded faintly. The lewdness of what they were doing, at once, shamed and inflamed her. Once before Robert had allowed her to be seen when they were making love. Later, when he told her, he had laughed at her tears and called her childish. He often made her relive what they had done, stopping frequently to torture her with questions on how much she thought the onlooker would had seen. His meticulous recital of the event always flamed Eleanor's cheeks with humiliation, and started a disconcerting wetness at her core. Now those same sensations ricocheted riotously through her loins. Her glance flicked to the other table where both sets of eyes were slaves to Robert's hand. He'd moved the skirt well up out of the way. A two-inch wedge of neatly trimmed curls stood out boldly against the ivory satin of her skin. Abruptly, it stopped where her belly began to narrow. They had not yet seen that she was freshly shaven from there down. Not even a fringe of pubic hair remained to shield her from their covetous eyes. 'A big cunt, Robert had chided her earlier, 'but tight ...and wet as a whore's dream.' The two of them were looking at her. The woman, red blotches on her cheeks, hands folded primly in her lap, could not look away. Smiling. Waiting. Not to be denied. Again the feeling. Like electricity circling her nipples, stiffening the tiny hairs on her belly and sending current to her mound. The hiss of Robert's breath, insistent, urging her compliance. 'Now. Show them now.' Slowly, Eleanor's legs drifted apart. His hand pressured her forward to the very edge of the bench. It was wet where her passion had leaked onto the smooth leather. Her fingers stretched onto her thighs covering, then framing, the denuded double lips. Robert whispered again. She picked up her cocktail napkin from the table and pressed it to the moisture of her sex. She handed it to Robert who inhaled deeply, reveling in her scent before flipping it onto the other table. They took turns breathing in her smell, mesmerized by the rapid movement of Eleanor's self-indulgent fingers. She came quickly, trembling noticeably, biting her lip and whimpering softly. Robert guided her still damp fingers to her mouth and the couple smiled in awe as she licked her essence from them. Disappointed now that it was over, the watchers saw Robert leave enough currency on the table to cover his bill and a generous tip. Not knowing what to say, they smiled awkwardly when Eleanor, tugging demurely at the hem of her dress, shyly squeezed past. She glanced back anxiously, impatient to leave, but Robert had paused at their table. She turned her face away when she saw her panties pass into the smiling woman's hand. From just beyond the doors, the anonymity of the street beckoned enticingly. 'Eleanor. Eleanor Boulton,' he was saying to them.'I'm sure she'd be glad to hear from you.' Command Performance My wife, Louise, and I had a rather major change come about in our life about a year ago and it all began on a picnic. We'd been married about twelve years or so, I was thirty-seven and Louise was thirty-four. We are both attractive people and keep trim with regular gym work and a very active sex life. Yes, I married a woman with a wonderful sex drive, I think we fuck more now than we did when we first met. The picnic was one out to a secluded beach on a lake near us and we were there with our best friends, Roy and Marge, who were just a year or two older than we were. The weather was perfect, a slight cool breeze and warm sun. We had three blankets on thee ground, one for each couple, the third for the food and the two bottles of champagne that we'd opened. What were we celebrating? Nothing really, just life, I suppose. There was really no reason, we just all liked to be together and we'd decided to all take off a day from work and enjoy life together. We'd eaten and enjoyed about half our bubbly when Louise bent over to give me a kiss and her sundress fell open revealing her bareness underneath. She has beautiful breasts and often goes without a bra; they're firm and round and tipped with the loveliest light pink nipples I've ever seen. So here she was, leaning over me, my eyes down on her boobs as I pulled off a strap and moved the dress down to expose one of her breasts. "Hey, you, what do you think you're doing," she said with a fake pout to her lips. "Just saw this and wanted to kiss it," I shot back and ducked my head down and kissed her breast. "Well, do it properly, Jon, if you're going to do it at all," she said and lifted up placing her nipple at my lips where I eagerly sucked it in. I lay there with my wife's nipple in my mouth, knowing our friends had to be watching us. Then I felt it. Louise's hand pressed down on the bulge in my shorts and began to rub. What the hell is she thinking, I wondered but, nevertheless, I was enjoying it all. Then, while I was serenely sucking her boob, I felt her pulling down the zipper and then snaking her hand into my shorts to grasp my erection. Not just that, she was tugging it out into the open air, in plain view of our friends. I heard her spit on her hand, then she wrapped her wet fingers around my cock and began jacking me. "Um, would you two like to be alone? We can go take a walk," Roy asked. "Nah, I'm just horny as hell, champagne does that to me, so stick around if you wanna watch?" Louise told them. "Hell, we're friends, you're welcome to watch," she added and leaned up and pulled off her sundress and panties and pulled my shorts off as I was getting my teeshirt off over my head. Her head went down and she took my cock in her mouth and began sucking me. She was kneeling just so Roy and Marge could see her from behind, no doubt seeing her butt and her pussy while she sucked me. I looked over and they were watching us, rather intently, as I saw that their hands we not exactly still either. They seemed to be having a bit of fun themselves. Louise lifted off me, turned and swung a leg up over me. I held my cock steady and she pushed right onto me to begin fucking me up and down. My hands were on her breasts rubbing and tweaking her nipples. She started out by just rocking up and down on me but then went to going straight up and down scissoring over me squatting, grinning down at me, asking me, "Like my little idea, babe, a nice, slow fuck in the warm sun?" "Well, I have to say it's added something extra to be doing it in front of another couple." "Yeah, I love being watched like this. How do we look, guys?" she asked our friends as she fucked me up and down. By now, Marge had her top off and Roy's cock was out as they were playing with each other while we went at it. "You two are just beautiful to watch, your bodies are so tight and hot. You should put on shows for people to watch you do this. I'd be glad to be your business manager," Roy said laughing. Louise looked down at me, grinning, saying, " Geez, we've talked about starting a business together, that'd be great one. They always say that you should do things for a living that excite your passion." I just laughed but she went on, "Would you be our business manager, set things up, get us some customers to watch us, if we wanted to do this?" she asked as she continued rocking up and down on me. "Sure, I could get it out on some swinging sites, alternative papers, stuff like that. Get some people who wanted a show and book a hotel room. Pretty simple really," Roy told us. I really didn't think Louise was serious so what she said next rather surprised me. "Let's do it. God, it's such a turn-on having you two watch us, doing it for money really turns my pussy on." "Now, hon, you aren't serious are you?" I asked. "Doesn't it turn you on to have Roy and Marge watching us fuck? It sure does me." "Yeah, yeah it does, but would you do this for total strangers?" "Oh, god, I'm cumming at the thought. Total strangers...us fucking...me sucking your cock...you eating my pussy," she groaned, then began trembling into a gigantic orgasm that simply shook her to her core. She fell over on me, kissing me, panting hard, out of breath. She was flat on top of me but her hips never stopped moving up and down over me and I was soon emptying up into her as she fucked me up and down. "You two are awesome," Marge said. "It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Would you mind if we had sex?" We told them it was fine with us and I was so stirred-up by that point that Louise and I had a second round with me doing her doggie-style right along with our friends who were in the same position. So that was our fuck-picnic with friends. But it wasn't the last of the talk about us doing it for people to watch us fuck for a fee. Roy called us the next evening to say how great a time they'd had and I broached the thought that maybe we should do something together again. He agreed and went on to the business idea which we discussed for a bit. After his call, Louise and I talked quite a while about how we might go about doing this and we ended up madly fucking on the sofa, our clothes tossed every which way. The idea of us sexually performing for people had turned on my wife like nothing before. And from then on every time we talked about it, she went crazy, practically raping me. I sure had the support of my wife for us to begin this business so we had Roy and Marge over for a weekend to hammer out the details of the business arrangement. We also figured there would be some hammering of our wives and not necessarily by their own husbands. In fact, Louise told me she wanted to give Roy a proper thanks for his great idea and I had little doubt of what that would be. We hadn't played with Roy and Marge but now Louise had brought it up, after all, they were coming over on Friday evening and staying with us throughout the rest of the weekend and she thought it would be fun. "Hey," she said to me, "we're going to be fucking in front of other people, paying customers, we should get as much experience as we can before we start." "You just want Roy to fuck you, tell me the truth." And she told me the truth which I really already knew. So, they came over and we drew up the outline of a business plan, yes, I know, but that's the way Roy thinks and it was really a good idea. About nine o'clock, we'd finished the third bottle of wine and Louise suggested, "Well, I think we need to get some time alone, all this talk has made me pretty horny. So, why don't Roy and I take the master bedroom and Jon and Marge use the guest room?" They both began laughing and Marge said, "Are you sure you're not mind-readers? After we first watched you two going at it, we've both talked about swapping with you two. Let's do it," she said and she jumped up and took my hand and pulled me down the hall to the guest bedroom. We were immediately out of our clothes, hugging and kissing as Roy came into the room to get his toothbrush and to deliver mine. Then he left and I'm sure had a wonderful night with Louise, I should know, she's a wonder in bed. Marge got in bed and I followed her as she moved over me, dropping her lips over my cock and sucking me eagerly. Her butt was up about where my elbow was so I rubbed my fingers in the wet crevice winking back at me as she sucked me so sweetly. I pressed in as she wiggled her butt in pleasure and I began finger-fucking her while she sucked me. What a way to seal a partnership, I thought as we pleasured one another knowing much the same was happening down the hall with our spouses. After a few minutes, she lifted up and moved up over me, reaching under to steady my cock and pushed onto me then began fucking me serenely. "Oh, I've wondered how you'd feel inside me, Jon. This is so nice. Do I feel good? I want you to like me, I'll do whatever you want, okay?" "Just what you're doing, Marge, is quite wonderful, you are a hot woman," I told her as she smiled and clenched her pussy tight while she cycled up and down over me. "I'm just so excited to be in this new business with you two. Now I'll be able to watch you two all the time. Our sex hasn't been this good since Roy and I first met. Watching the two of you fuck each other was such a turn-on and now this. I never thought something like this would ever happen in my lifetime. I'm sure glad Louise was so horny when we went on that picnic with you guys." "Me, too, that's one of the things I love about her, she's so spontaneous. I'm sure she's having her own fun with Roy right now." "Mmm, I know I'm having fun," my friend's wife cooed. We had a wonderful night together and the four of us got together in the morning for a nice, leisurely naked brunch, then we went back to the master bedroom where each husband had sex with the other's wife while both spouses watched and played together. Super-sexy. After that, each guy took his friend's wife to shower with and we spent a little more private time before we got back together to talk business. Then lunch and more fun time all the way until Sunday noon when Roy and Marge went home and Louise and I went to bed to catch up on sleep. Chapter 2 Roy called me Monday afternoon to let us know that he had placed an online ad for our performance and had already heard from a man who was interested. It seems that this fellow was a twin and he and his brother and their wives were interested in watching us. Roy's ad had included a picture of Louise and I naked showing us from the neck down and they were really eager. The fellow even told Roy in his email that the four of them often swapped and wanted to know if they could be naked and perhaps even fuck while we were. Well, one should never underestimate the erotic imagination and inclination of the general public, I suppose, and this seemed to prove it. We agreed that would be fine with us and Roy said he'd try to set it up for the weekend. He had already picked out a hotel in the area we would use and I left him to finalize the arrangements while I went and told Louise. She was so excited we did a practice run right there in the den on the floor. So, the show was set for seven and the four of us were in room 1417 waiting for our guests. Louise had on a black lace baby doll nighty, no panties, and I had on a pair of brief-briefs which showed a nice bulge. We had pulled the sofa around to better view the bed and put an extra sheet over the sofa in case our audience decided on having some fun themselves. We had out several towels and bottles of lube along with two buckets containing Champagne, a nice touch Marge had thought of, after all, these four were paying a lot for a private show, one where they can enjoy themselves as well as watch, so the cost of the bubbly was really pretty minor but added an upscale, classy touch. There was a soft rap at the door and Roy pulled it open to let in our audience, our first-ever spectators for our live sexual performance. Roy went over the ground rules once more, they had all been agreed upon by email but he wanted to make sure they were understood while I looked over our first paying customers. They were allowed to watch and touch the performers, though nothing penetrative would be allowed. They could undress if they wished and do anything among the four of them they wished as long as it wasn't rowdy or violent or disruptive. They could also circulate around the room to get a better view if the wished. In addition, Louise, already loving guys cumming on her body, had us write that in the rules that the woman performer would allow, even want, the guys to masturbate on her. Certainly the two guys were brothers, identical twins. There was little to distinguish between them. Their wives, however, were quite different. One was a small Latina who was really hot-looking with a black ponytail and was wearing a skin-tight jet-black cocktail dress. The other woman was a blond, a platinum blond with huge boobs that were spilling out of her tight scoop-necked top. Under that she had on a tiny skirt and didn't appear to be wearing panties. She was tall, taller than either man and had legs that went on forever. Both women's nipples gave their bralessness away as soon as they came in the room. Well, it was not surprising, knowing that they had booked us for a night of sex. Roy had the Champagne open and poured it for our guests as they settled onto the sofa. I took Louise in my arms and we began to make out some and I soon had her nighty off and her legs parted as I began licking and tonguing her. Looking over, the blond had her top off and her husband''s hands were on them as they smiled at us. With that, the smaller woman, dropped the straps of her dress and pulled it down so her guy could play with her tits. I got busy giving Louise oral and several minutes went by before I looked at our audience once again. Now they were all naked and both cocks were being stroked by wives though it wasn't clear which wife went with each guy. "You two are even more beautiful than the picture in your email," one of the women said. "Man, this is so sexy, we need to do this again. Get up on me, hon," one of the guys said and next time I looked she was sitting in his lap facing us, fucking him up and down while his hands rubbed her boobs. This was the blond and she had to be at least D-cup, maybe DD, with wide, pink nipples. I could feel my wife's thigh muscles spasm as I held her legs apart, now knowing that she was headed for her first orgasm. Louise was, no doubt, going to give them a show, she was very orgasmic; there was one Saturday about a year ago when she told me she'd never been so horny and asked me if I could give her as many as I could and that I had all day to do it. Oh, my, we got out all her toys and she had eleven before she was just too sore and exhausted to go on. And that was with lots of lube. But she talks about it to this day. Louise was softly moaning as I was licking and sucking her pussy lips which were flooded with juices. "Mmm, oh, hon, oooh, right there, you know right where, yes, YES, UUH, UUH, oh, mmm," she cried out as I held her legs steady. I looked over and the two couples were now both naked and fucking, each woman sitting in the guy's lap, all four facing us, each woman rocking slowly up and down as I kept licking Louise's copious juices. She was certainly turned-on as much or more than I'd ever seen and I knew I was wound up pretty tight as well and was wondering just how long I'd last when I did begin to fuck her. So, was it distracting to have sex with six people watching? Yes and no. Yes, you just couldn't quite get it out of your mind that there were twelve eyes observing every lick and tonguing of your wife's pussy. But, well, it added a lot of zing to the way it felt and I knew, I could sense it, that Louise was maybe even more turned on about it than I was. I raised up, my wet mouth grinning up at her, as she swung a leg up around my head and got up on her hands and knees at an angle on the bed so our audience could get a good view of us doggie-fucking, one of Louise's favorite positions. I entered her super-slowly, looking over, every eye watching our gradual coupling as I eased in deeply to hold my cock fully inside while she moved in small circles. In case you're wondering, I had prepared myself for our first show with a visit the week before to my doctor, describing how I was beginning to lose my erection during sex. Well, I wasn't but I did expect that with a marathon sex show, I was liable to fade near the end and wanted something to keep me up until the last act. So, I went home with samples of all three and tried one that evening. I didn't tell Louise, hoping that she'd sense a difference but soon after I took it, I sure sensed a difference. My face grew warm, increased blood flow, I figured, and any touch or rub on my cock began a swelling like when I was more like sixteen. I went in the bathroom while we were watching television, took it out, had a pee and rubbed the head, watching my cock engorge and lengthen until I could take firm strokes. Now, I'm three years from hitting forty so I really didn't need any help with my erection but I could tell the difference. I was realizing that, like a lot of men, you didn't need ED to gain benefit from these tablets. My cock was like a flag pole. It felt invincible. So, when I walked out of the bathroom and into our bedroom with my cock out well in front of me, Louise looked over and laughed, "God, Jon, have you been looking at porn or something? Look at you." I tried to be nonchalant and asked what she was talking about but she grinned and said, "You know exactly what I'm taking about. Bring that thing over here. Come to my side of the bed, I want to see this up close," and as I stood there, her hand feeling my steely cock, swollen like a sixteen-year old's, she said, "I want this inside me right now, Jon, no oral, no play, just fuck me with this. What have you done?" She leaned up and pulled off her nighty, she rarely wore panties to bed in case either of us wanted any fun, and she spread open while I got up and lifted her legs wide up in the air in a vee and slowly pressed down until our bodies came together. Then I just held it there for her to feel. "You've taken something, haven't you? I never thought you needed anything but, omigod, you feel so hard, I'm so full." As I began to pull back and forth, she gasped, "Oh, tell me, Jon," and I told her that I'd taken one of the famous pills we saw advertised on the six-thirty news and asked her if I should get the prescription filled. "Oh, yes, I love you just the way you are but, well, this is the way you were and it feels so good. Does it make you last longer, too? Can you go more times?" I told her I didn't know but we were on our way to finding out. Well, she had three orgasms before I had my first one, though I did pace myself, slowing when I got close. My two orgasms yielded a total of three for Louise and she reached over to turn off the alarm saying we could both take off the day from work so I could try another pill first thing in the morning. I guessed they worked pretty well. So, now doing our first show, I was fucking with the benefit of my wife's new favorite pill, feeling almost like a porn star, running my swollen member in and out of my honey's honey-pot. "Mmm, faster, baby, fuck me, make me scream," she urged. We had talked about being more verbal when we were performing for people, giving them some hot and dirty talk as we fucked and sucked. Roy and Marge, who were mainly there to look out after us and do the business side of things, well, they were having their bit of fun, too, as she stroked Roy's cock slowly up and down. A good time was being had by all. Command Performance Louise and I had talked a lot about how to prolong our lovemaking and we agreed that we would slow down when my hand softly pinched her left nipple. We wanted to give a good show for the money these people were spending, believe me, it was lots more than the price of a movie admission. Roy had set out the rules when our audience arrived and one was that any of them could touch Louise though not with any penetration and either of the women could touch me, again without penetration. It was an aspect that Louise had brought up originally and when she did I thought it was a good thing to discuss. Then, she bowled me over by saying that she favored touching from our spectators and would welcome it. I fully expected her, when she raised the issue, to be dead-set against any physical contact, yet she even added that she would welcome being cummed on by any of the males who attended our performance. So, that was added to the rules of conduct that were part of the deal. We had been going slow enough that our two couples got off before we did and they began moving around the room watching us from various angles and one asked, it was the blond, if they could touch us and Roy reiterated the rules. So I was the first to be touched, the blond came up behind me and slid her hand up underneath me to gently cup my balls in her palm as they swung slowly while my cock went in and out of Louise's pussy. Then, the man she was with put his hand under Louise and began feeling her breast and tweaking her nipple. His brother, on the other side, took her other breast in his hand while I slowly fucked in and out of her. She'd never really brought up much about having multiple partners though, of course, we had switched off with Roy and Marge and there was one time that weekend with them where Roy and I doubled-up on each wife to give them a treat. As I fucked Louise from behind, the other wife, the Latina, had been on the sofa fingering herself, now she got up and came near the bed to watch closely. My hands were on my wife's hips and the woman reached over, took my right hand and led it to her breast while her other hand dropped between Louise and me right where my cock was sliding in and out and her fingers ran up and down along Louise's wet labia rubbing her while I fucked her. I'm sure Louise felt that, she began moaning steadily and gave little shudders telling me she was closer and I decided to let it all happen. Louise has had some huge orgasms in the time we've been together but this one just might have been the biggest and longest ever. Of course, she had plenty of stimulation, I couldn't wait until we were alone to ask her if she liked it all as much as I thought she had. I did have my orgasm as well, now with both women, one on each side of me, offering me their boobs to feel while I kept fucking Louise from behind. When all this began to be talked about among the four of us, I never even gave much thought to the people who would pay to watch us. I figured they were there to watch us, never thinking that they might want to participate in any form or fashion. Well, look at what was happening. Like I said, I couldn't wait to really find out how Louise was taking this. I know I was enjoying the feels I was getting and giving. I pulled out of Louise and as soon as I did, the blond asked, "Can I suck it a little?" I looked at the guy I thought she was with and he shrugged so I turned on my knees while she got down and took some nice slurps on my member. Then, Louise rolled onto her back and I got between her legs as she reached down to guide me inside. The two women were on either side of the bed, each one of them fondling my wife's boobs and she certainly didn't look upset in the least, especially watching her hands go out to the pussies on either side of her. They both widened their stance so her hand could reach under. We gave them a nice fuck for their money, then did some sixty-nine as a closing act. We got a standing ovation from our four audience members and told them, as we got dressed, that the room was their's for the rest of the night to have fun any way they wished. We were a bit surprised when they asked if the four of us would stay, they were quite willing to have an octet orgy but we begged off. On our way out, they gave us a rather large tip which we split with Roy and Marge, though they insisted we split it eighty-twenty, the way we had agreed with the fee. So, that was how we started our new business in the middle of the economic downturn. For us, we're doing better than we ever imagined. And we get to do what we love the most. They say that's the key to a happy life. Command Performance I suppose that we all have some built in fuse that indicates sexual interest in a particular person. And that the catalyst required to ignite that fuse varies for each of us. Physical beauty, reputation, surroundings, alcohol, drugs, can all play a part in this sudden realization that you desire someone. But I have found that until it happens I have no idea of what will ignite the burn; save one common factor. She will show in some manner that her interest in me is piqued as well. The return signal can vary in how it is transmitted, but when it does, I know that she knows that I know that she knows in some form of osmosis. The recognition that a woman is carnally interested in me seldom bears the fruit of a close encounter, but simply receiving it gives me pleasure and I suppose makes me feel more manly. The missing ingredient to being able to consummate this mutual desire is most often lack of opportunity. I have shared this feeling with several women older than I. I have never really sought out older ladies, but it has happened and has resulted in some beautiful trysts. The age difference usually ranged from 15 to 20 years and the first one happened when I was just turned 18 although that was more of an outright seduction by an aggressive lady than an exchange of mystic vibes. I do enjoy strong confident women, those who are comfortable in their own skin and whose demeanor suggests, 'by invitation only'. That could be the reason for some of the encounters that I have enjoyed, older women tend to be confident. They can in fact appear to be intimidating but if those first few signs evolve between us I suppose I enter a sort of 'search and destroy' mode, in the nicest manner of course. This brings me to my most memorable encounter with the perfect stereotype of such an older woman. I was in my early forties at the time, working as manager of a remote operation, with reason to travel to my head office several times a year. I would also on occasion attend conventions and group meetings in the same city. The President of the company was an older but energetic guy who controlled many operations and was very generous in providing his managers opportunities to get out of the boonies as often as seemed reasonable. I was at a major convention on this occasion, one with several thousand attendees and held in a very large hotel. My wife normally attended conventions with me, but some personal issues had prevented her from joining me on this trip. The President rented a large suite for purposes of entertaining selected contacts in the business and political world. The suite was not open to the convention attendees at large, but a significant number would be provided private invitations. Those of us who worked for the President were expected to put some time in at the suite each day. The President's wife Eva was quite involved with her husband's social and business affairs. In fact she was more of a personal secretary than a wife. She stayed in the suite during the convention and acted as his hostess. She was probably between 55 and 60 years of age at the time. She was very attractive, tall and slim and she dressed impeccably. She was very gracious, seemed to enjoy entertaining others and yet had the ability to calm arguments and politely evict the occasional drunk. She was very much in charge at all times. Eva and I liked each other from our first meeting and I enjoyed a nice buzz on those few occasions that we came in contact. There was no way that I had any plans to make a move on her for obvious reasons. But as time went on we did become friendlier and the polite handshake turned to an air kiss, to a kiss on the cheek, to a touch of tongue or hand on an arm and so on. We danced once or twice and when we did our bodies meshed as if they had been molded for that purpose. I did feel that she was as curious about me as was I of her. I dreamed of making love to her, having her long lithe legs wrapped around my waist. She was simply a desirable woman among many that I knew and thought about on occasion. One day I was assisting Eva in the suite. She had organized a buffet lunch and was now supervising clean-up after the guests had departed. Social suites were not allowed to be open during the formal sessions of the convention and ours would not open again until later that afternoon. She asked me if I would stay until the hotel staff delivered some supplies for our later opening. She appeared to be a little harried and told me that she was going to shower and relax in one of the bedrooms. I settled down and was taking in the afternoon news on TV when I heard her call. "Jim, can you give me a hand in here?" I had no idea what sort of emergency was at hand so I hustled in to the bedroom. She was facing a full length mirror and fumbling with a tiny zipper at the back of her dress. Her arms were behind her head and her small breasts were thrust out in front of her. I am sure she saw me gawking at them, but she appeared to be quite calm. "The dam zipper is jammed, can you help me?" Her eyes smiled back at me as she noted my unease. "I won't bite you," she grinned. I have thick workman's hands and fingers, not really built for fine work, so just getting my fingers around the zipper tongue was a major problem. She stood patiently as I struggled. I could sense her butt very close to my lap along with the soft musky scent of her body. Her eyes locked on mine in the mirror as I attempted to ignore her thrust out boobs. How could she expect me to manage this zipper problem with all of those sights and feelings tumbling through my mind? Of course, I suspect that was her plan. She was obviously enjoying my discomfort. I pulled the zipper down to expose her bra strap and hesitated. She murmured, "All the way Jim, you've come this far." The zipper, working perfectly, slipped easily down her back to expose her panties. Ah God, I could see her entire back, the swell of her breasts and just the suggestion of the crease between her cheeks. The panties were thin and very sheer. My fingers burned to slide down inside the panties, but I pulled back. "Thanks Jim," she whispered to my image in the mirror, and then shrugged the dress off of her shoulders. The thin silky dress slithered down her body to rest in a pool around her feet on the floor. What a beautiful woman, tall and willowy, long soft legs, mini panties containing a round bum and eyes smiling at me as she said, "Would you mind waiting until the hotel staff bring the supplies? I will have a quick shower and relieve you in a few minutes." I sort of backed out of the room like a lackey before a queen. I chugged down a scotch and then poured myself a refill. Was that a tease for more to come? Or was it an act of cruelty? It was worth living through whatever her intent had been. My mind was full of her now, imagining her naked in the shower. Would she be thinking about me? I sure as hell was thinking of her. I could see the warm water running down between soapy breasts to her belly. Did she have a bush, or was she shaved? I had missed checking that out in the mirror. But I had seen her ass. My God, I would run my hand down between her cheeks and massage them, spread them, slide in between her legs. I could feel her wet slit running along the top edge of my hand. Suddenly she was beside me, wearing a white terry cloth robe, her hands busy with her hair. "That feels better," she smiled, "amazing how a warm shower can relax a body. No sign of the supplies yet?" She took my scotch and sipped it. I watched mesmerized as her lips parted over the rim of the glass. "How about one for me? I like it neat too." I stared at her before her request penetrated my brain. She smiled, still holding my glass and said, "Don't worry; I'll hold this for you." I splashed a shot of scotch into a glass and held it out to her with a shaking hand. I felt clumsy and very uncouth. She moved closer to me until she was at my side, half turned towards me. She moved her face close to mine, her hip now brushing against mine. Her tongue tip traced the outline of her lips as my hand slid inside the parted robe, finding and cupping her small velvet breast. We kissed as my fingers found her nipple, a soft feathery kiss, tongues flicking, her eyes closed. I felt her tug open the tie of her robe in obvious invitation. My hand moved down, I could feel her ribs under her breast, the silky skin of her tiny waist, then the bulge of her hip. She was not wearing panties. I rubbed the hip with the flat of my hand and then eased it behind her, my fingertips worked down to the crease between her leg and cheek, a favorite part of a woman's body. I caressed her softly, my fingertips penetrated between her two cheeks. She pushed her tongue fully into my mouth as I ran my fingertips down, teasing her butt hole as I searched for the back of her pussy slit. She used the back of her hand to rub along the length of my cock still buried in my shorts, the head trapped under my belt buckle. We turned and set our glasses on the counter and then clutched together in a full body embrace. There was a knock on the door just as I was trying to decide where to lay her down. Still in each other's arms, she pulled her head back, in full control again, smiled and said, "Will you look after the supplies while I finish changing?" She knew the answer and planted one more open mouthed kiss on me before slipping out of my arms to the bedroom. That pretty well ended things for that afternoon as visitors started to arrive, the technical paper presentations coming to an end. Eva returned fully dressed and took over her hostess duties. She walked to the door with me as I left and whispered, "I'll call you tonight, will you be in your room by midnight?" I grinned back at her, "Earlier if you prefer." The simple touch and promise of her hand on my arm, though innocent appearing to others; sent an electric jolt through my body. All of our company rooms were on the same floor and I hurried to mine, desperate to be alone with thoughts of making love to my boss's wife. I stripped for a shower, my clothes strung out on the floor on the way to the bathroom. I settled in to a warm shower, but she joined me as I submersed my mind into thoughts of her naked body slipping and rubbing against mine in the stall. I leaned into the wall, my head braced in the corner, and as the hot water and hot thoughts poured over me, I basically fucked my fist. She called about 11:30 that night. "Wow," she said, "did that just happen this afternoon? I have always had pleasant feelings towards you, but I'm not sure how this afternoon developed as it did." She did not sound in the least apologetic. "It happened alright," I responded, "I was in another world and not one that I would have ever thought could happen. It was beautiful Eva. Are you alone?" "I'm alone in a way," she murmured, "Rob and I have not slept together for some years now. I'm alone in my bedroom and he is sound asleep in the other one. What are you doing right now? Are you watching TV or are you in bed? I'm quite horny." Oh God, where was this going? I tried to remain calm but am sure my voice was shaking as I responded, "Oh, both I guess, in bed and watching sports news." I wanted to keep the conversation on the path she had set so I continued quickly, "I'm horny too, have thought of nothing except you since I left the suite." I paused, my heart pounding and then, "You must be in bed, tell me what you are wearing now. I am in a white hotel robe, much like the one you were wearing when we kissed." Her voice was husky with passion, "I can still feel your hands on me, the way you felt my breast and the rest of my body, I just knew it would be like that. I am wearing a sheer nightie, very sexy, wanted to be in it when we talked. My breasts are bare but I am still in my panties. You could see my nipples through the cloth and they are quite hard now. Wanted you to suck them this afternoon. And feel my pussy. Want you now, want it all." She paused, her breathing faster, "What do you have on besides the robe?" I was overcome with the thoughts of being naked with her, and her being just down the hall in the same frame of mind was almost too much to bear. But I continued valiantly, quite experienced in phone sex with my wife and whispered, "I am showered and nude under the robe. And hard. Want you too." I was ready to explode and stroked my cock through the robe. "Touch your pussy for me Eva. Just rub your mound with your fingertips, close your eyes and imagine it is my hand." She whimpered a little, moaned and her breath came in short little gasps. "Your fingers are rubbing my slit, panties are wet already. Want you to feel my bare pussy." A slight humming sound and then, "Ah God, you push the panties aside and your finger traces along my slit. You have big fingers, they rub my pussy lips together, and one is probing between my lips. My legs spread; I want to feel your finger in me. It's in me; your thumb rubs my clit in little circles. I want to come." I was frantic, listening to this beautiful woman bringing herself off with thoughts of me. I opened my robe; my cock was stiff as a board, the knob purple with blood, its little eye peering up at me as I grasped the shaft, I wished that she could see it. "My cock's out Eva, stroking it, imagining it is your hand around it. You touched it today, remember?" She did not respond at first, obviously busy fingering her pussy, the only sound her short breaths, and then, "I wanted to take it out, could feel it throbbing through your pants. Are you big Jim? Your cock felt big. What were you thinking when I rubbed it? Tell me." "You know what I was thinking. I wanted to carry you back into the bedroom and lay you on the bed, your beautiful eyes looking up at me as I spread your legs. I wanted to cover your body with mine, feel your tits and belly against mine. Wanted to run my thick cock into you. Wanted to fuck you Eva." She was almost crying as she asked, "Do you want me right now? I will come to you if you do. Tell me you want me and I'll be there in two minutes." I did not even consider the risks that we were taking. My mind was submerged in carnal thoughts of her in bed with me and I said, "God yes, I want you, I will wait in the doorway for you, hurry but be careful." With that I jumped up retying my robe and rushed to the door and opened it part way. There was nobody in the hallway until Eva appeared from around a hallway corner and scurried towards me, her eyes wild until she spotted me. She had pulled the white hotel robe over her nightie. I almost threw her against the wall as I shut the door. Bed would have to wait a few minutes as our bodies clutched together, my hand between her legs searching for her pussy as she raised one leg up and hooked it around my hip. I pushed her wet panties to one side and plunged my fingers into her and began finger fucking. My cock was rubbing along her thigh and hip when she reached down and pulled it between her legs. My knob worked its way between my plunging fingers as I entered her. It was a wild mixture of fingers, cock, panties and pussy; we were so desperate for that first entry. She was still tight despite the wetness of her slit and I wedged my cock into her in a series of short little jabs, until I could feel her pussy lips surrounding the base of my cock. We relaxed, she squirmed her hips back and forth and in circular moves while I pumped her slowly. "Take me to bed," she groaned, while making no effort to disengage. "Just a little more," I exhaled as I hooked one arm under her upraised leg and tugged it higher. The need to feel her naked and without panties encouraged me to drop her leg after a few more strokes and pull my cock out. I lifted her in my arms and waddled off to the bedroom. I set her down beside the bed and proceeded to undress her, my own robe lying on the floor in the main room. She was facing away from me and our image showed in a mirror across the room. The break seemed to calm both of us. Our eyes locked as I slipped my hands through under her arms and cupped her small breasts, the nipples jutting out between my thumb and forefinger. She turned her head for a kiss and spread her legs to allow my slippery cock to slide in from behind and along her wet slit. She was long and limber looking, her thick bush a mottled gray strip pasted against her pale skin. She put her hand down and her fingers played with my knob as it poked out between her legs. She turned towards me and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to her. Her lips slipped over my cock, closing just behind the knob as she circled it with her tongue. I reluctantly pulled it out of her mouth and pushed her to her back, raising her legs to my hips as I stood between them. She never lost her hold on my cock and proceeded to rub the knob in her glistening wet slit. Her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks as she pulled herself down my cock. I took some deep breaths to control my urge to fuck her hard. Her knees dug into my hips as I began stroking her, each stroke causing her small breasts to tremble. My body hummed at the other worldly feel of the knob of my cock pushing aside the hot silky folds of her tunnel. It felt as if a thousand little hot tongues licked the full length of my shaft. I began to push her back on the bed, maintaining my position in her pussy. I was soon hunched over her on my knees, pushed up on my extended arms, our eyes locked as we fucked and pleasured each other. She apparently liked to talk during sex. She moaned, "I knew it would be like this with you. I thought you would take me when you unzipped me this afternoon. I saw your eyes and knew you liked my body, thrilled me." She paused as I fucked her quickly with five or six full length strokes. And then, "I thought you would join me in the shower. And then when you felt me under my robe I was certain you would take me by the bar. I knew that you wanted me, that you wanted to put that lovely cock in me." Her words were simply a buzz in my mind as I thrust my hips hard at her, much like a symphony building towards a crescendo as I began to lower myself down on her, needing to feel her tits and belly against mine, to taste her lips and bite her shoulders. She continued, grunting as my thrusts and her grinding hips took us to the edge. "I've never done this before. But you appeared in my life and I knew that you desired me as my feelings for you increased. You have the hardest cock I've ever felt in me." It was like listening to a soap opera as this sometimes austere woman permitted herself to sink into carnal bliss. All I knew by this time was that I had a big load to deposit in her, and that I wanted to plant it as deep in her as my cock would reach. My hands slipped under her shoulders and I pulled myself up her body, grinding my cock deep and forcing her legs wider. "Fuck me baby, fuck my cock, suck it dry." As tight as I was holding her, jammed up inside her, she still managed to slide her pussy back and forth, twisting and turning around my cock, then vibrating as she felt the first blast of hot cum inside her. Our bodies were glued together as we realized that ultimate release of pure pleasure, the 'little death'. She rolled on top of me as I continued to shoot cum, her legs slipped between mine and pushed outwards as she strained to get all of my cock in her. I held her ass cheeks in my hands and felt them begin to clench and release as she flattened her body to mine her pussy vibrating in the release of tension. She kissed my ear and nibbled at my shoulder, "That was perfect, wanted that, so satisfying," she murmured still clasping and releasing my softening cock in her pussy. "Now you can make love to me." I exclaimed, "What the hell did I just do? We just had 8 hours of foreplay leading up to this." Command Performance She giggled, "It was mostly words, I want your fingers and lips and tongue to make me horny again. No worries Jim, you were perfect, I just want more. Rob sleeps like a rock until 6 am or so." She lifted her upper body a bit, our eyes locked once more, "You are a beautiful woman; I still cannot believe that you wanted to be with me like that. Let's start over again, have a shower together, take turns towelling each other down. Pick up where I should have this afternoon and joined you in the shower for real instead of in my mind. Did you really think that I would have joined you?" "You played it perfectly, I called you in deliberately but I was still not certain that we should mate. I'm not sure what I might have done if you had made a move right then. But in the bar afterwards, you could have taken me." She was pushed up on her elbows, her nipples grazing my chest, her eyes still heavy with lust, slowly rotating her mound around my groin, offering me more pleasure. She pushed herself upright, her knees each side of my hips. She turned and twisted slowly, attempting to encourage another erection. She smiled down at me, slowly lifted off of me and my semi-hard cock slipped out of her pussy. "Let's have that shower now. Looks like I have some more work to do," she teased. She rose and walked toward the shower, swinging her ass provocatively. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder as I lay mesmerized on the bed. "Hurry," she said, "we only have five more hours." I tumbled out of bed, my cock already starting to stir again, and followed my boss's wife to the shower. Command Performance, the Next Day It had been a pretty wild night; I woke up parched and hungry. I only half remembered the private show I had done, parts of it came back in flashes like someone flipping through the channels while all hopped up on Red Bull. I found the guys in my band sitting down to breakfast, so I joined them. The smell of their food turned my stomach. Normally I'm a toast and lots of coffee kind of guy, but this morning nothing seemed appetising. My mouth felt like someone had been walking through it with sweaty athletic socks. The waitress came over to take my order and I just stared at the menu like it was in Greek. Not a damn thing appealed. Out of habit I ordered coffee and lit a cigarette. The first drag tasted odd; by the second puff I wondered who had switched the tobacco with fertiliser. I stubbed it out and took a sip of the freshly delivered coffee, and promptly wished I hadn't. It too tasted like someone had taken a dump in it. Just then the waitress walked past, a glass of tomato juice on her tray, that really looked good, so I caught her attention and got my order in. "Man your eyes are totally bloodshot, and you look the living dead." Paul looked at me over his cup of tea, "rough night, huh boss?" I shrugged, and then took my sunglasses out of my jacket and put them on; the sun coming in through the cheap blinds of the café was giving me a headache. "That's what you get for gallivanting off and doing that gig on your own," Alan laughed, "you need us to keep you out of trouble!" Paul leaned in and pulled my shirt collar away from my neck, "whoever you were with last night was sort of rough, you have one hell of a hickey." Alan added "a bit of a biter, too." I must have looked as confused as I felt because Paul dumped his plate of scones and held up the silver platter in front of me. In the reflection I saw what they meant. I had a massive bruise just where my shoulder and neck met, and in the middle of the bruise was a couple of lovely bite marks. I was saved from commenting by the waitress returning with the tomato juice. My mouth watered as I took the first sip, but then all the spit turned to dust, as the taste was so foul I felt like I was going to throw up. I downed the rest in one gulp, hoping that it was due to a massive hangover and maybe I just was really dehydrated. I decided to step outside, maybe the fresh air would get the drugged out feeling from my system. The cool shadow of the building felt good, then I stepped out into the sun. The minute the sunlight hit me I felt like I was on fire. I jumped back to the shade and looked at my arms; they were red like I had fallen asleep on the beach for a few hours. "What the hell's wrong with me?" I asked of no one in particular, so I was quite surprised to get an answer. "You've been bitten by a vampire," said the voice, I whipped around and there was the chauffeur from the night before, the one I had dubbed Mr. Sunshine. He was standing in the greenery next to the front entrance and had obviously been waiting for me to come out. "Yeah, right, a vampire." I scoffed, "and what are you a werewolf?" "No, I'm a human. I just work for a vampire." He stepped up next to me, "Here, catch." He tossed a small silver cross at me and out of instinct I caught it in my right hand. As my fingers curled around it, an electrical charge jolted me; I dropped the cross and stared at it like it was going to strike me like a cobra. "Now, will you listen?" He put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the back of the hotel, careful to stay in the shadows. He motioned for me to get into a limo, with darkly tinted windows and joined me in the backseat, "you have questions I'm sure." "Where do I start? OK does this make me a vampire now?" I asked. "Not yet. You are still half human. You were fed upon but were not given all the blood that you would need to make you a full vampire. Next question?" "Alright, how to I get back to being all human?" "You don't. Your options are to stay as you are or become all vampire. My employer asked me to give you the choices and let you decide. If you stay as you are, you will be able to function mostly as a human but you will not be as you were before. You can go out in the daylight provided you cover up your skin, like a vampire must, but overall you are still mortal." He looked at me then out the window, "you may also decide to let my employer finish what he started and make you all vampire. He doesn't bestow this gift on many; it's an honour to be chosen. He admires you. In a lot of ways he is your number one fan. He will give you eternal life." "But I wouldn't I be undead?" I countered, "and I would have to drink blood right?" "Yes, that comes with the gift," he waved it off like it was no big deal, "but you would also live forever. There's no such thing as undead, you would just live on a whole different plain of existence than you are now." "Do I have a third option?" "The third option, of course, is to just die. You can choose to let someone kill you or take your own life, or let nature take its course." He leaned across me and opened the door, "You have a lot to think about, I won't keep you. Keep in mind that my employer is awaiting your answer. Do not tarry too long in deciding. He may change his mind and make your decision for you; he is not the most patient being." I got out of the limo and made my way back to my hotel room. This is insane, I thought, this has to be some sort of joke. I decided to call my manager, Russ to see if he had any information on the guy that had hired me the night before. After a few pleasantries I got down to business, I asked Russ for the name and address. He put me on hold for a few seconds, and then came back on the line, "Well, he didn't leave an exact street address but the name on the bank transfer I got from him was U.N. Knowne." He spelled out the last name for me; I jotted it down, looked at it a few times and then groaned. "Russ! You moron! That is 'unknown' the guy gave you a false name! I can't believe you just sent me to some whacko's home without checking him out!" "So you're right." Russ laughed, "Still, you got your money right? No harm done!" "You mean, more importantly, that YOU got your money!" I snapped, "As for 'no harm done' you have no idea what you're talking about." Russ stopped laughing, "You OK boyo? Did something happen that I should know about?" I was so angry I wanted to reach through the phone line and ring Russ' neck. "Just forget it!" I yelled then I slammed the phone down. As the handset met the cradle, the phone shattered into many little pieces and the two front legs broke off the nightstand toppling the whole mess over. Great, I thought, not only am I half leech now, I have monster strength. This is just wonderful. "You really shouldn't blame him," a soft voice opined from the shadows, he stepped out of the shadows, "he did you a favour." At first I didn't recognise him, then a bit of last night came rushing back, the burning red eyes boring into mine, and the feeling of him fucking me as I lost consciousness. I grabbed the lamp from the remaining bed stand and held it like a weapon, "How the hell did you get in here?" "There are many advantages to being a vampire, one is that we have the ability to go wherever we want to go, and be seen or not seen." I rushed him with the lamp held high meaning to crush his skull for what he had done to me, he stepped aside at the last minute, but I whirled around and came back at him intent on inflicting harm. He reached out a hand clamped it on my shoulder and squeezed hard. The pain made me drop to my knees, he knelt down next to me, "Now, let's be rational" he whispered in my ear, "I can see you're upset but this won't do." He loosened his grip on my shoulder and moved until he was looking me straight in the eyes, "Take a deep breath. Now go pour yourself some water and calm down" Despite myself I did exactly as he ordered. I was in the bathroom drinking the water when he came in behind me. "I didn't think vampires had reflections," I said. "Of course we do, that's a silly old wives tale." He laughed, "While we're on the subject, we don't sleep in coffins either, unless we want to that is." "Why me?" "You mean why did I choose you?" "Exactly, I mean what do you want from me?" "Let's move this conversation to a more attractive surrounding." He gestured for me to exit the bathroom before him. I sat down on the edge of the bed and he took the chair opposite me. "This is going to be hard for you to understand, so please let me finish before you ask questions." He ran his hand through his silver hair and adjusted his jacket before continuing, "I am not into many 'modern' aspects of culture, but I was in a shop and heard a song of yours on the PA. Many years ago, far too many to count really, I had a lover who was a musician. He was a mortal, and refused to let me gift him with what I am now offering you. I heard your voice, did some research on you, and I realised that you are the reincarnation of my lover." I waited for a few moment before speaking, hoping there was more to this story. "I don't believe in reincarnation." He made a dismissive gesture, "yes, but up until today I bet you didn't believe in vampires either." I couldn't really argue with that. "I think you've made a mistake. I'm sorry about your lover but I'm not who you think I am." I expected a counter argument from him, but instead he pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket and took out a small square of paper and handed it to me. As I took possession of it I realised it was a photo. An old fashioned black and white photo, fading around the edges. The man in the picture had my face down to the scar I have from the time in basic training when I caught a piece of misfired bullet on my cheek. "This is obviously some sort of trick. It's been photo-shopped or something. That's not proof." I scoffed, although in my heart I knew it was genuine. He smiled softly taking the picture back from me, "Now you know that you don't really believe that." He stood up and came over to me, "I will give you time to think this through." He opened the door to leave, but changed his mind, he came back to me and placed his hand on my neck, I felt a warm tingling sensation and then he kissed the top of my head and left. After I was sure he was gone I stole a look in the mirror, the bruise and bite marks had totally disappeared. I tried to convince myself they were never there in the first place but wasn't too successful in doing so. OK this is just getting weirder and weirder I thought. Maybe if I pinch myself I'd wake up, then again, maybe I just need a lot of alcohol to make this all better. That plan appealed a lot more. I found my way to the hotel's bar, it was pretty empty that early in the day. Which suited me just fine. I got a bottle of whisky and took it to a corner booth. I looked at the small glass the bartender gave me and figured that wasn't going to be big enough so I just chugged from the bottle. Classy, I know. After a while of dwelling in self-pity I heard someone clear their throat to get my attention. "Hey boss?" Paul ventured, "You want to talk? You seem really off today, and um I was wondering if you needed anything?" I mumbled something about needing to be left alone but he didn't take the hint. Instead he slid into the booth across from me. "Holy shit, did you just chug all that yourself?" Paul continued trying to take the bottle away from me. That set me off, I bit his hand then I grabbed the bottle back with a low growl. He pulled back his hand and took a deep breath calming himself. After a few minutes he broke the awkward silence, "OK boss, serious talking to time. You know I'm not a prude but when a man drinks a fifth of something for breakfast there's something wrong." Here goes I thought, you asked for it. "You know that gig last night that I did?" "Yeah." I took a deep breath and steadied myself, "The guy was a vampire. He hired me to play at what I think was some sort of vampire orgy. I don't really remember all of it, but he bit me. And now I'm part one too." I searched his face for his reaction to what I had said. Paul sat back and waited as if he expected me to tell him I was only kidding. When I didn't he rubbed his hands on his jeans and looked away, "I have to ask, are you on something, aside from booze I mean. You gotta admit that's kind of far fetched." "Do you remember pointing out that bruise on my neck at breakfast?" I leaned forward, pulling my collar away from my neck, "It's gone now. This vampire visited me in my room and touched it and it's gone." He placed his hand on my neck and felt for himself. Then he sat back, "Wow boss this is deep shit you've gotten into." "Do you still think I'm crazy?" I asked. He laughed, "that doesn't change, you are crazy. But if you mean do I believe you? Yes. I do." The relief of having someone believe me when I wasn't exactly sure I believed it myself was overwhelming. I told Paul everything I could remember and tried to piece together what I couldn't and he just sat silently waiting for me to finish. "I'd offer you a drink" he joked, "But I think you've had enough for now. So what now boss? You got a plan?" It sounded like someone else talking when I suggested that we just forget about all this and go back to my room and fuck. Paul's eyes widened but he agreed readily. He stripped hurriedly once we were in my room, already rock hard and proceeded to remove all my clothes. I couldn't recall feeling this horny since my teen years. I tend to be more passive with a male lover but I flipped Paul on his back and licked his nipples then moved down to his hardening cock and took him deep into my throat. I lost my self to the sensations of the soft skin over steel, the slightly salty taste of him and thought Paul was getting into it to until he sat up abruptly shoving me off of him. I sat up puzzled, as he ran into the bathroom. I could see him examining himself in the mirror, it was then I realised his cock was bleeding, and had long scratches on his hips as if he'd been mauled by a wild animal. With a slam it dawned on me that he had. And that animal was me. Paul came back into the room and sat down next to me. I could feel the heat of his desire but could also see what looked like fear in his eyes. He tried to make light of it, "no blood sports boss, not below the waist, OK?" He laid me back again and held my arms over my head, resting his elbows on my chest effectively pinning me down, and kissed me. I clamped my jaw shut fighting the urge to take his lip into my teeth. When his kisses grew more intense he settled between my legs, nudged his knees under me, lifting my hips up and in one fluid movement entered me. I drew a hard breath around his lips, as his slowly buried himself to the hilt and he let go of my arms. He made no movement for what seemed like forever, just kept himself locked into me and pressed up against me tightly. Then he laid down on me resting his head on my shoulder, as he pulled out and slowly went back in. I couldn't concentrate on the feeling of his cock in my ass, I didn't get hard, I didn't do anything but try not to stare at the bulging vein of his neck that was exposed to me by his position. I could almost hear the blood rushing, the rhythm of his heart beat drowning out his moans and sighs. Maybe if I just lightly kiss that vein, I reasoned, that would be enough, maybe then I could give myself over to his efforts. I bent forward and trailed my lips on his neck, but no ,that wasn't enough. OK, so maybe a bit harder of a kiss? I pressed my mouth to him and licked the skin feeling the vibration of his pulse. That triggered something in my brain and I had to bite something, I knew I shouldn't bite him so I put my forearm across my face and bit down hard. Oddly it didn't hurt, it just felt good like that first drink of water when you have been working out for a while or that first cup of coffee in the morning. Paul stiffened and came in me and pulled out. Then he rolled over, sat up and then his eyes widened. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed and pulled my arm out of my mouth. He yanked me off the bed and practically carried me into the bathroom turning the taps on and pulling me forward. I caught my reflection in the mirror, I had the oddest grin on my face and my mouth, and chin and neck were red with blood. My arm was just as red and it ran down to past where the mirror couldn't reach. When he turned the tap off and wrapped my arm in a towel, he sat down on the edge of the tub, "you can't go on like this boss." "So what do you suggest I do?" "I've read enough vampire books and seen enough movies to know that in order to free yourself, you have to kill the vampire that made you. Maybe that's what we need to do." ...To be continued...