0 comments/ 26843 views/ 7 favorites Once Bitten By: Madam-Cecilia There are some things you should know before proceeding with this tale. Most of the stuff you see in movies about Vampires is strictly fantasy. Screenwriters don’t know the first thing about these creatures of the night. Having been a Vampire only a short time myself I am still learning. The thing about Vampires is that we are as different as the humans we once were. The Vampire strain only brings out the characteristics you had when you were human. If you were a gentle soul then you would be a gentle Vampire. A ruthless human makes for a ruthless Vampire. A slut is a slut whether human or Vampire. You get the idea. I was 36 when my maker bit me and turned me into the creature spinning this tale today. He was very promiscuous, even by Vampire standards and didn’t even realize he had left me still alive. I haven’t seen him since so maybe he still doesn’t know. I have encountered others of our sect and I think it was best that I never really knew him. I always had an insatiable sexual appetite. I suppose that’s what attracted him to me. It was not uncommon for me to go out on the weekends “hunting” for a new partner. My friends told me I had an eclectic taste and would surely burn in hell for being such a slut. Little did they know how close to the truth they really were. His was the type I liked most. He had long coal black hair. His eyes were smoldering dark pools. With his good looks and muscular build he had me wet from the moment I saw him. I’m still not sure who seduced whom. He sat alone in a corner of the dark bar. I was very outgoing and had no problem talking to a man I was interested in. As I sauntered by our eyes met and I was hooked. The next thing I knew we were in a room. I was lying back on the bed with him on top of me, nibbling on my neck. My pussy was dripping wet, my clit throbbing. Our clothes seemed to disappear as if by magic. His body was smooth and pale. I had never seen anyone so white in all my life. I didn’t think too much about that though because his hard cock was against my leg, seemingly burning a hole into my skin. I wrapped my fingers in his hair as he slid down my chest to envelope my hard nipples with his powerful lips. Had I not been so enthralled I might have noticed the fangs. Even when they scraped along my stomach on his way to my honey pot I didn’t register the difference. He tweaked my nipples as he teased my clit with his experienced tongue. The fingers of one hand slid easily into my dripping snatch as he continued feasting on my sweet juices. I thought I was in heaven. My hips thrust towards his eager mouth as my orgasm neared. Screaming, I flooded his face. He lapped up every drop then crawled his way back to my face. He kissed me deeply as his hard shaft sunk in to the hilt with the first stroke. I licked my juice from his mouth and tongue enjoying the feel of his rock hard 10-inch cock splitting me in two. He fucked me forcefully for a good long time before slowing his strokes. He pulled himself to his elbows and I opened my eyes to look at him. That was when I noticed the fangs. It was too late. As his cock exploded inside my convulsing pussy he bite into my jugular. He drank my blood as my pussy drank in his hot creamy cum. My orgasm was so exquisite that I lost consciousness. I’m sure that’s what saved my “life”. Feeling my body go limp he must have thought I was dead. He pulled his softening cock from my cunt and left. I awoke several hours later feeling a powerful thirst. One like I had never experienced before. My pussy was on fire. I needed a hard cock like never before. I had no idea where I was nor did I care. My only concern was to find a man and satisfy this thirst. That was 75 years ago. I have been hunting every since. Every night I set out to find a man, and these days even a woman, to satisfy my thirst. As with my maker I bed them first, reveling in the feel of their human forms. I feel no regret for taking them. I give them the utmost pleasure before ending their lives. Unlike my maker however, I do make sure I end their lives. No sense in having more bastard Vampires on the loose... Once Bitten Thank you to Sean for reviewing this story before submission. * A loud crack of thunder awoke me. I sat up slowly, feeling groggy and slow. Blinking a few times I turned my head slowly and took in my surroundings. I was laying in an enormous canopy bed. Across from the foot of the bed a fire was dying in a large stone fireplace. The room was very bare and plain, non-descript cream-colored wallpaper on the walls, a somewhat worn burgundy carpet on the floor. In the light from the fireplace the carpet almost looked like blood pooled across the floor. There were no signs of anything modern in the room, no lights or signs of electricity. I didn't sense the shadow standing in the corner near the head of the bed until I turned to rise, and then I saw him. At first I wasn't even sure what I was looking at. I saw a shape, a form, and then all of a sudden realized it was a human, and as the light from the fire shifted his face took on the characteristics of a man. Before I could even open my mouth to speak he had stepped forward and pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me and pinning me in one swift movement. I was so startled I didn't even attempt to resist, I just fell back against the bed and stared up at him, speechless. Looking up into his eyes I was mesmerized. He seemed familiar, but at the same time he seemed a stranger. Who was this man? In an awkward attempt to ask him his name I stammered, but he quickly placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. He spoke softly, in a deep measured voice. He said he had been watching me, waiting for me. Bringing his face close to mine, so close his lips were nearly brushing my lips, he whispered that I was his life, his soul-mate, destined to be his. A million thoughts rushed through my mind, but not a word escaped my lips. It was if he had me entranced. A moment of silence hung between us, his breath slow and even, mine fast and a bit harsh. A sudden flash of lightning and crash of thunder startled me. Despite his weight on top of me I lurched against him, a reflex from the noise. In an instant his lips met mine and he pushed me down into the softness of the bed. Feeling no desire to resist him, this total stranger who seemed not quite a stranger, I relaxed beneath him, and began to return his kiss. His hand slipped behind my neck and he cradled me closer to him. I couldn't help but notice how cold his fingers were, they felt like ice. But his lips...his lips were so warm. His kisses became more passionate, and before I realized what was happening I felt his free hand gliding easily through the buttons down the front of my gown. He drew back and slowly pulled my gown down past my shoulders, exposing my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened from the coolness of the room and I shuddered with a chill, or was it with pleasure? I could see the look of approval on his face and for some strange reason it made me glad. Was I so eager to please him, a stranger? His lips returned to nuzzle mine, then he worked his way across my cheek and down to my neck where he nibbled contentedly for a moment. I let my eyes close and drifted, imagining this was all an incredible dream. His fingers found my nipples and pinched, gently at first, then a bit more insistent, tugging and pulling at them, then kneading my breasts. His lips wandered from my neck over my shoulder and then down to my breast. He glanced up at me for a moment, his eyes hard to read. They seemed full of so many things. Lust. Power. Knowledge. Wisdom. His eyes looked so much older than the rest of him. He licked his lips with a somewhat sly smile and for a second I thought I saw something red near the corner of his mouth, something that could almost look like blood, but then with a flick of his tongue I realized there was nothing there, it must have been my imagination. He lowered his head to my breast and nuzzled my nipple gently, licking and teasing with his tongue, eliciting a soft moan from me. It seemed that he took this sound from me as permission to go further, he quickly latched his mouth onto my breast and started suckling like a newborn, and his attention moved to his hand which had drawn up between my legs and was now caressing the neatly trimmed cleft of my woman-hood. My eyes fluttered open as his fingers stroked and pressed, rubbed and teased. Within seconds my hips were lifting and my legs spreading, welcoming his attention with eager abandon. In the back of my mind I was berating myself, thinking that this stranger was going to think I was a wanton slut, a brazen hussy who had no shame in giving herself willingly to any man who finds her in bed. With my hardly being aware of it he slid lower, his tongue leaving a trail of warm wetness across my stomach, and then down my thigh. While I was expecting it the sudden heat of this mouth between my legs was overwhelming, and a sigh escaped my lips. I could feel the heat building between my legs, the need was rising, churning. It had been so long, too long. There was an ache that needed to be soothed, and I wasn't about to put a stop to this. His tongue flicked against my clit and I groaned, relishing that soft touch. He continued his attention, his tongue bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I was writhing with pleasure, completely oblivious to what was around me. I needed this so badly, my body ached with need. I could feel the moisture begin to drip down my legs, that sensation building. Before I realized what was happening he pulled away. My eyes flew open, and before I could begin to ask what was wrong, or rather, beg him not to stop, my gaze fell on him kneeling between my legs. Sometime during his focus on pleasuring me he had undressed himself, and his cock now hung huge and hard between his legs. It was clear his need was as great as mine, and pleasuring me was not his only intention. I couldn't help but stare in awe and admiration. I could sense that he was rather proud of his manhood, and rightfully so-he was by no means small. I reached a hand forward, not sure what I intended to do. He let me touch him, let my hand rest on that wonderful hardness for a moment. I don't think I'd ever felt anything like it, he was as hard as stone, and hot, it almost felt like he had a fever, only it wasn't his entire body that was hot, just his cock. He firmly grabbed my wrist, pulled me up and then turned me over onto my hands and knees. I was unsure for a moment what his intention was, then I felt his legs pressing against mine, nudging my knees apart. I didn't think twice about spreading my legs wide, leaning forward to grasp the pillow beneath me, and offering myself to him. His cock pressed slowly, gently yet firmly, spreading me open. I was grateful that he had ensured my wetness, making sure this moment was pleasurable. Placing a hand on my hip he pressed forward, then taking me by surprise he lunged, forcing himself all the way in. I couldn't help but gasp, the hard heat of his cock suddenly splitting me in two took my breath away. He held there for a moment, as if giving me a chance to adjust to his size. He slid his hands up my back towards my shoulders and pushed me down, and thus pushing my backside up in the air for him. He grasped my hips and began to thrust, pulling out almost completely and then pushing back in quickly. I bit my lip in ecstasy as he filled me. I needed this so badly. He began to pick up the pace, moving faster within me. With a moan I let myself go and gave myself over to him. The pleasure built quickly and overwhelmed me. I think he sensed my orgasm, for he began what I can't help but think of as an animalistic fucking, slamming his cock harder and deeper. Gasping for breath I cried out beneath him, bucking wildly and clenching his cock within me as I came. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my senses, I didn't think it was going to end. He slowed for a moment but did not stop, it seemed like I could feel his cock becoming even harder and hotter. He reached forward and grasped my hair and gently pulled me back towards him. Reaching around he grasped my breasts in his hands and began his frantic fucking again. I felt his lips nuzzling my neck and my earlobe, and then felt him nibbling and biting on my neck. He loudly groaned the words 'my love' against my neck and then I felt his body tense. I shivered when I felt his cock explode deep within me, flooding my womb with his seed. He continued to thrust frantically for several moments, still hard and virile. I felt nearly full to bursting with what seemed like an impossible amount of semen, I could feel it running down my thighs and wetting the blanket beneath me. For a second I was pleased with the thought that I had brought this man to such an intense orgasm that he had cum probably harder than he ever had in his life. Slowly he released his grasp on me and lowered me to the bed, collapsing next to me. He brought his hand up and brushed my hair out of my face, his fingertips tracing the outline of my cheek, nose, lips and chin. 'My love,' he whispered. My eyes felt heavy and my mind reeled with so many thoughts and questions, yet my body was too exhausted to make my lips move. I felt myself drifting off to sleep despite my determination to stay awake, to get to know this man, this stranger who seemed to know my needs so well. Perhaps I was already asleep and dreaming, but I could have sworn I heard him say as I felt his hand slide across my belly that at last his seed had been planted. I had been the one, the one he was waiting centuries for. He would no longer be alone. Once Bitten It was a grey, wet afternoon in early November. Natasha was feeling as dreary as the weather around her as she pulled into employee parking at the strip club. Once again she hoped that nobody saw her getting out of the faded blue Honda Accord. She had been proud of the car when it was new; a dozen years, a quarter of a million miles and a thousand tears ago. Now it was as tired and run down as she felt. Working four nights a week serving cocktails wasn't going to earn the money to replace it any time soon. The happy and contented life she had left behind seemed as distant now as the man who had left her behind. Apparently love, like a car, simply doesn't last forever. She pulled her overcoat tightly around her body and walked across the parking lot to the side door. After knocking twice, the heavy steel door was opened by Marcus, a rather large black man who was tasked with the protection of the girls. He nodded at Natasha as she walked by, but otherwise paid her little attention. The music was blaring and Monica was up on stage. She still wore her lace bra so it had to be the first song of her set. The hallway was always dark, so the patrons wouldn't see Natasha making her way to the employees' dressing room. There she shed her jacket, adjusted her dress and began to fix her make-up. The face in the mirror had lost its sparkle, and though she always painted on a smile for customers and co-workers, it was all just a mask; as much a part of the costume she wore as the black sequined mini dress. When she was 21 Natasha was a knock out. Now, a decade later, she still turned heads. Her dark hair and dark eyes offset an Eastern European complexion that was diluted somewhat by her mother's mixed American ancestry. High cheek bones gave her an air of royalty. Her 36DD breasts perfectly accented a well toned 5'4" frame. Her legs were always her best feature; long, smooth and still limber enough to tuck her feet behind her neck. Flexibility had made her a great cheerleader. Cheerleading had introduced her to her husband. Her husband had dumped her for another young former cheerleader. Now she always dressed to cover, rather than accentuate her body. The only difference was when she had to work. She was a server, not a dancer, but to some extent everyone was part of the show. "Looking good, Natasha," came a voice from behind her. It was Lisa; a 5'2" 90 pound redhead who used the stage name "Wild Cherry." Lisa had a cherry tattooed on each of her breasts and a pair of cherries tattooed just above her clitoris. Her dark red hair hung in light curls just below her shoulders. Four years of gymnastics and six years of Karate had given her a body perfect for pole dancing. Her breasts were 32D; large enough to suit her frame but not huge. When asked if they were real Lisa would only smile and refuse to answer. Lisa had been one of the first to welcome Natasha and had helped show her around. She was almost too friendly sometimes. Even though Natasha was straight, the sexual tension between them was always there. "Thanks, Lisa," Natasha said. She gave herself one last look in the mirror and then went to clock in. The other girls greeted Natasha as she passed. They were a pretty close knit group. Natasha was sure most of them were either lesbians or bisexual. When she came back, Lisa was doing her pre-show stretching. It was a routine she always did just before going up on stage. All the girls had something that made them unique. Tonya had the best slow erotic tease. Gwen was the tallest. Sonya had the biggest boobs. Monica had the most innocent baby face. Kim was the biggest slut. Lisa was the most athletic. The club was packed. That made things a lot more hectic, but Natasha prided herself in getting drinks to her tables quickly and without mistakes. She had a flirtatious smile, but she left the teasing to the dancers. For the most part, the patrons showed their appreciation with tips, which she stuffed throughout the night into a pickle jar with her name on it that was kept behind the bar. She had a few offers from guys to show her boobs for money, but Natasha never did that in the club. Monica was doing an impromptu lap dance to coax a ten dollar bill from the hand of a soldier on leave. Lisa was hanging upside down from one leg as she dropped her sequined bra to the stage below. Natasha had no time to watch either of them. She was passing off drinks with a smile while a drunk slid his hand under her skirt to rub her bottom. She hated to be touched by these people, but one of the bouncers was already on his way to remind the man that he couldn't touch the girls. Natasha just brushed it off and resumed her duties. A group of businessmen arrived together and were escorted to a section where three tables had been placed together in advance and reserved for them. Natasha was given the table and told by the manager to treat them especially well. They were celebrating a big contract and planned on having a very good time. They had certainly come to the right place. The man at the end of the table said he would be getting the tab. Before they had even ordered their drinks he put a fifty dollar tip in Natasha's hand. "Just to see you smile, gorgeous," he said. Natasha took the tip and the compliment in stride. Over the next two hours, the men proved to be the big spenders of the evening. They "made it rain," by showering Lisa and Kim as they danced together in their G strings and kissed; their bodies grinding together to the beat of music. They handed out tips to everyone who came and danced for them; and to Natasha each time she brought another round. The man paying for it all was named Trey. Trey was 36 years old with broad shoulders, dark, piercing eyes, a rugged jawbone and an athlete's body. He had been a high school quarterback who tore an ACL in his first year of college and never played again. Three years ago he had purchased the company from his uncle. With a lot of hard work he had turned the company around. Unlike the others at the table who were loud and raucous, Trey was sober and in control. Natasha began to wish she had met Trey under different circumstances. She found him very attractive, but dating customers was never very high on her list. The men wanted something special tonight, so they arranged for a private party after hours. The party room was a conference area set apart from the rest of the club. Since the club could not serve alcohol after hours, the bottles of liquor were purchased ahead of time. Trey asked for Natasha to stay and serve, though everyone was free to help themselves if they preferred. There was no stage or dance pole, but the tables were sturdy. Sonya, Kim and Lisa agreed to dance for the group. The men tipped well and wanted a show to remember. Natasha discovered right away that this party was going to be a little different from the others. After a few exotic dances that had all three girls down to their G strings, one of the men was put in a chair on a table for a little extra attention. They rubbed their bodies against the man and each other as they unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his pants. Then Kim went to her knees, took out the man's cock and began to suck him. She was quickly joined by Sonya, and the two girls took turns going down on him while the others cheered. Not to be outdone, Lisa went to get an office chair. When she returned, she selected a volunteer, had him take out his cock and sit in the chair. Then she did a back bend to put her hands on the arm rests and rolled over so that she was in a vertical 69 with her thighs on the back of the chair and her mouth eagerly seeking his cock. Natasha blushed at the action, but tried hard not to show her embarrassment. As she walked past them, she gave the chair a slow spin. It made for a great show. Trey could tell that Natasha felt a little out of place, so he went over to talk with her apart from the group. He seemed to have a way of putting her at ease, even with the craziness going on around them. He asked for her telephone number, but Natasha didn't give it to him. She wasn't even sure why she was so reluctant. Maybe something about the whole situation was freaking her out. Natasha hadn't even dated since her divorce, and here she was in the middle of a growing orgy. The private parties she'd been at before had never been this wild. The man in the office chair pulled Lisa's G string aside and was licking her pussy as she went down on him. Lisa was obviously enjoying it immensely, as her moans of passion demonstrated. For her part, she was giving the man the most erotic blowjob of his life. On the table, the other man had cum all over Sonya's tits. Kim licked them clean and snowballed the cum back with Sonya, which brought cheers from the men. Then the girls moved on, seeking more eager volunteers. They weren't paying much attention to their drinks, which gave Natasha plenty of time to talk with Trey. By the time the night was through, everyone who was willing had their cocks sucked by one or more of the girls. None of the girls had allowed penetration, though Kim agreed to go home with one of the men after the party. Through it all, Markus kept watchful eyes on the girls; never speaking; never moving from his seat. Since it was a private party, no new alcohol sales were recorded. Though the girls all made substantial tips, no cash for sex transactions had occurred and none of the girls had engaged in vaginal intercourse. It was all perfectly legal. The only thing that mattered to Markus was protecting the club and the girls. From his point of view, everything had gone perfectly. Over the next few weeks Natasha became a little more accustomed to the wild side of her co-workers. She and Lisa became close friends. They went shopping together, swapped stories of what they loved and hated about men, shared a few bits of gossip about their co-workers and in general bonded very well. Natasha shared some of the more painful details of the decade she had spent with her husband. Lisa eventually admitted to being married for three years to a crack head who had stolen from the wrong dealer a couple of weeks before their divorce was finalized, which made her a widow. Trey came in every Friday, sometimes alone and sometimes with others. Some nights he would ask Natasha out. Other nights he would just flirt with her and then go home. One night after work Natasha agreed to go unwind at Lisa's place. It was a large apartment, though sparsely furnished. Lisa quickly fixed them each a drink and then asked, "So why don't you want to go out with that guy? He seems to be pretty cool.... at least from what I've seen." Natasha hesitated for a moment before answering. Suddenly she needed to sample that drink. Lisa politely waited for her reply. "I.... I don't know," she said as a nervous flush came to her cheeks. "I guess I'm just not ready to let a man get close to me. You know how it is, once bitten twice shy?" "Yes, I know how it is," Lisa said. She sat her glass down and walked over to Natasha. "I know what you need more than anything." With that she pulled Natasha to her and kissed her. Natasha was shocked at first; both by the kiss and then by the fact that she was kissing Lisa back. "I...I', not gay," she said at last. She took a step backward, but there was a wall behind her. Lisa reached down and lifted Natasha's hands over her head, crossed her wrists and held them against the wall with one hand. "It's not about preference," she said as she again kissed her friend. "It's about what's available." Her hand slide down Natasha's belly and under the waistband of the black shorts Natasha wore. Although Natasha could have easily pulled away, she let the smaller redhead secure her wrists. Lisa's middle finger slid between the folds of her labia, then curled to penetrate her before pulling back. She slid the finger into her mouth as her face was only inches from Natasha's face. "Mmmmmm, delicious," she said as she sucked Natasha's juices off her finger. "Better than I anticipated." She released Natasha's hands and stepped back. As she reached for her friend's hand, her fingertips curled to Natasha's fingertips. Though there was almost no effort applied, she pulled Natasha behind her as she walked to the bedroom. Natasha's mind raced as she tried to decide what to do. Though she knew her friend was bi, she had never even considered having sex with another woman. Just the thought of having to taste another woman's sex was repulsive to her. Still, her body very obviously needed the attention that Lisa was offering. "Just relax and enjoy," Lisa said as she unfastened her friend's shorts. She pulled shorts and panties together off Natasha's hips as the confused woman sat on the edge of the bed. "This is all about you, Lisa said. "Only you." The redhead pulled Natasha's legs up as she herself went to her knees. The touch of Lisa's tongue on her pussy was like a jolt of reality to Natasha. She sat partially upright and tried to close her legs, but Lisa held them firmly apart as her tongue slid between Natasha's labia and very slowly licked over the hesitant woman's swelling clit. Natasha gave out a moan of pleasure and fell back onto the bed. She did need this. Lisa liked giving head more than anything. It didn't matter to her whether her lover was male or female. Natasha had only experienced such pleasure a few times. Her husband was only good for a few quick licks before fucking her, and Natasha had only a couple of lovers before him. Lisa's talent quickly overcame Natasha's reluctance. In moments she was moaning and crying out for more. Lisa brought her to the edge of climax three times before finally taking her to release. For Natasha, it was the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body seemed to explode n passionate release. She was almost embarrassed at the intensity. It didn't bother Lisa at all. She simply caressed Natasha's breasts for a moment and resumed her efforts as soon as the post orgasmic sensitivity eased. Natasha had never experienced multiple orgasms, but Lisa succeeded where others had failed to try. After five intense climaxes, Lisa positioned Natasha face down with her knees under her. As Lisa lay on her back between Natasha's legs, she began working a vibe back and forth in Natasha's drenched pussy. Her tongue continued to caress her friend's clit through two more orgasms before Natasha was exhausted. Lisa crawled up beside her and the two slept in each other's arms. The next day Natasha took one of the half dozen business cards Trey had given her and called the number listed as his cell phone. She had no idea what to say other than to identify herself when he answered. He immediately thanked her for calling and suggested that they meet for lunch; someplace safe. She agreed to meet him downtown. It was about as public and as safe a place as she could think of. The whole time she was getting ready Natasha was nervous. No... she was terrified. Although Trey always seemed to put her at ease, this was still a big step for her. After a nervous greeting, Natasha began to feel more relaxed. They talked for hours; first at the restaurant, then at a nearby park, and finally over dinner. It was getting late and Natasha began to wonder when he was going to make his move. That move never came. He simply took her back to where her car was parked, gave her a hug and said goodnight. During the drive home Natasha wondered about that. Why hadn't he hit on her? She was still wondering about that when he called to say he had a wonderful time, and wanted to know if they could do it again. She made up an excuse for the next day out of habit, but then scheduled another date for the following weekend. Over the next few weeks Natasha and Trey began to date more often. Lisa had never let on to anyone that Natasha was anything more than just a friend, though Natasha has returned to Lisa's apartment several times. At first she just wanted Lisa to make her cum. Then she asked Lisa to fuck her with a strap on, which Lisa did without hesitation. Finally she decided to go down on Lisa. Lisa actually refused at first, mainly because she didn't want Natasha to think she had to. When Natasha insisted, Lisa agreed. It felt very strange to Natasha to lick another woman's pussy. It was always a taboo. When her husband had wanted a threesome it had repulsed her. Now she was beginning to re-think it all. It wasn't bad. In fact, it felt good to give such intense pleasure to someone else. What about Trey? Was she finally ready to try giving her heart to another man? Could she learn to suck him with as much enthusiasm as Lisa showed when she gave head? The next weekend she decided to tell Trey everything, including the "friends with benefits" relationship she had with her co-worker. She assured him that she wasn't gay; it was just her experiences with men that led her to experiment. However, she had overcome her aversion to other females, and now if Trey really wanted a threesome she would arrange it with Lisa. Trey listened to her, smiled and slowly shook his head. "No, all I want is you," he said. "And I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for you to be ready. I know you've been hurt before. I know you're scared to love again. I'm patient. When you're ready to give me a chance to prove I'm not like the other guys you've met, I'll be here." Natasha's jaw dropped as she looked at Trey. He was unlike any man she had ever met. "I...I," she stammered for a moment as her eyes stared into his. "I think I'm in love with you." Trey stepped forward and caught her up in his arms. He gently kissed her lips and said, "I know I'm in love with you. I don't need other girls. I don't need exotic dancers. I don't need anything but someone I can love unconditionally until the day I die." Natasha felt her eyes well up with tears. This was what she had wanted her entire life. She pulled herself tightly to him and held him like she would never let him go. That night they made love for the first time. It was the most amazing night of Natasha's life. She was finally able to let go of all the baggage and pain that she had felt since her divorce. Trey knew everything about her and had accepted her just the way she was. Natasha never returned to the strip club. She and Lisa remained close friends, though they were never again to share intimacy. Natasha became Trey's secretary and although they worked together every day and spent nearly every waking hour together, they never tired of each other's company. They were lovers, best friends and soul mates. Some people wondered how they could ever spend so much time together and not drive each other crazy. Those poor souls would never understand. Once Bitten Once bitten... I need to confess being with Sam was a mistake. He was using me to the ultimate and I am not the sort of guy who goes for just a quick fling. For me, the relationship has to be whole and wholesome with consideration and caring and a sincere liking for each other, not just to gratify a sexual need. It was fine at first, the way we met on a summer vacation. I was vulnerable then and I did not have the confidence to attempt a conversation with anyone - I just relaxed on the beach on a hot Summer Sunday, and read Fifty Shades of Grey on my Kindle which was riveting stuff, but I could only fantasise given the explicit writing and found myself changing the sex of the main character just to fit my leanings which have always been homosexual. Girls often gave me the eyeball as they passed by; giggling as they do - but I was more interested in the guys of course and isn't it typical - like most good things in life, they seem unobtainable when most desired. That's what I was thinking before Sam came into my life. So I guess that is why I was almost up for anything that came along. In male form that is - I did see a couple of old guys looking, as if contemplating a chat but I quickly closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep. Not as if I don't go for older guys - I have had a couple of wonderful meaningful times with guys that are twenty years my senior; like Badger -discovering generally that they are more lasting in a sexual way than a young counterpart, who ejaculates prematurely and is off like a shot afterwards, with absolutely no chance of real lasting foreplay. But this guy, almost tripping over my toes dropped an ice cream cornet, went to pick it up but of course it was covered with sand and entirely ruined I apologised for my feet getting in his way. First he looked aggravated and angry, and then he laughed I guess seeing the funny side of it. Well all that led to a very long and explicit conversation with no holds barred and to tell you the truth I was feeling somewhat embarrassed about someone nearby hearing the things he said - I mean the compliments were fine in private about the sexual attributes of my ass and how he'd like to ravish it and so on and so on... I said for him to hush but he simply laughed at me suggesting that we should find somewhere private so that he could really shout it out what he would like to do with me. And then he said he knew just the place and would I like to go there. I did find that exciting. When we first chatted I had no thoughts that way, again he was about ten years my senior, had a moustache which I don't like anyway ( remembering a former experience and how it itched me) and I did not find him at all attractive. Yet the conversation changed all that which goes to show I guess there is much more to a person than just the looks. He took me to this beach hut and prompted me to join him inside, it was well fitted with a nice mini sofa and a calor gas stove for cooking. I took the bait finding the sequence so very unusual having never been invited to join someone in a beach hut before; and the guy, introducing himself as Sam fixed me a coffee and I gave him my name. "You look like a Pete" he said with a raunchy laugh and I began to like him very much. "I saw those two girls looking at you on the beach, Pete and was interested in your lack of response." "Like all girls they drive me nuts the way the chatter and giggle" I returned. "You know what they were giggling at Pete huh?" "What?" "Well your bread basket was - shall we say- a little exasperating in size and content, I reckon they well had the hots for you. But when I noticed your lack of interest I thought it was my day and with a dream of a body like you have I wanted to make your acquaintance in more ways than one." I guess I coloured up about what he'd said about those girls, never thinking for a moment about it, but I realised it was all that fantasising that spurred me up a bit and I had gained an erection without thinking about it. I explained to Sam an he said; "well never then mind, I can do something about it." I shivered with excitement, seeing the way he was looking at me, his eyes very intensive looking down at my lower region. "There is still a shimmer of hope there!" Sam laughed. "I can still see a fine bulge which I would like very much to set free," I felt that was a good way of putting it but when he immediately felt it, squeezing his hand over my bathing shorts I felt an immediate soothing of an ache I had carried all morning in not having the privacy to do something about it. Now Sam was doing something about it and with his grunting and his heavy breathing I was quite happy to relax on the small sofa and be subservient for him. Perhaps my fantasies in reading that book would come true, and Sam would be the masterful one. "Let's just see what you are made of" he muttered downing my shorts and there I was. All exposed and me feeing a bit uncomfortable in not expecting Sam's suddenness "But I have not washed." I said holding his head back as he went down on me and feeling somewhat inhibited. "Don't you worry your ass about that, you smell good to me and anyway I love the flavour of unwashed cock." And he was there, squeezing, balling and sucking me like there was no tomorrow. "Good huh?" he breathed - in between, stretching my cock back full length exposing my p-hole which he started to lick and prod. The feeling was sensational and I felt my cock rise to the spur as I watched his sucking motion. I was stuck for words, I guess my expression said all and this guy certainly knew how to make me feel so good, I was in full erection for him and felt the surge of my cock grow in his busy mouth, and the feel of his tongue licking and exploring me, stretching my ass cheeks wide apart as he plunged his face between and I relished the sheer joy and thrill of being discovered everywhere; the feel of his tongue and fingers working on me, the promise of what was to come when he started to rim and insert his fingers deep into me with lots of lubricant he had on hand. "You are beautiful, Pete" he said as he kneaded my ass cheeks, stroking and nibbling, you have a so fuckable ass" and I knew at that moment he wanted to fuck me there and then. I hadn't quite cum but he made certain of that , he gave me such a memorable and wonderfully expert massaging and when I spurted he had no qualms about sucking it all up with a couple of swills of cola and watching him do that was something I shall never forget. I was ready to be all ass foe me as he wanted it, I longed for the feel of his cock inside me, but first he removed his jeans and offered me his credentials which were well defined and I was grateful to offer him my suck in return for his, knowing I was not up to his standard but he seemed happy with what I was doing, his cock tasted of salt and I enjoyed the pungency of his nectar as he held it out for me to lick and suck which I did willingly, wondering then just how that huge hulk of pure unadulterated cock would feel inside me I was going to have to be ready for a good stiff fucking that was for certain, there was no u-turn now, I was fully committed; my ass bent high for him and the feel already of his poking up my asshole. and if I had any second thoughts about that I did not have time to ponder because soon, the throb in his cock grew intense and he wanted my ass there and then, prompting and positioning me so I was leant across the sofa arm, my ass up and ready for his fuck. First he squeezed its bulk between my ass cheeks and rolled it about, it felt so good and wonderful that I was begging for his fuck there and then. But he teased me a bit, rubbing up my balls with his cock head and spitting up my ass to make it more supple he said. I felt another dose of his tongue poking me, squeezing his head between my ass cheeks, yelling in between that he just loved the sniff and taste of my ass. I never envisaged how it would be, the way he yelled and carried on, then he was inside me before I knew it and his fuck hurt at first as he just thrust in and out of me like steam hammer and I was completely at his mercy. My ass being shaken about and really hard slapped between thrusts, his hands grasping my hips to get a full deep penetration and I just closed my eyes, grit my teeth and hoped it would soon be all over It was not at all like the gentle fuck of Badger who went and died on me and whom I miss so much, but then nobody could have been like him, I had to continue gritting my teeth and take his fucking and his vile language which was all part of his fucking scene I guess but not for me. Nope this guy didn't turn out good for me and by the time he'd finished with me I felt my ass had been hammered numb and for ages afterwards I pained and could not sit properly. Sam was a real bastard, he showed no consideration and had his fill of me and that was that. But at the end of the day it was my fault because I was so vulnerable after Badgers passing and I simply imagined that with Sam, being an older guy like Badger was it might be the same. But it never is. Is it? A lesson of life, just another learning curve but almost forgotten when I met Danny and all that was gone. Time moves on... Once Bitten, Live Twice (Note; this story is a sequel to my earlier Restarted, parts one and two, and to The Transgression Solutions, hence also belongs in the same series as Thanks for the Memories.) * The two people lurched through the apartment door together, humming the tune of "Waterloo" in very poor harmony, and then the man stopped for a moment to tell the apartment lights to come on at one-third power. Then he turned towards the woman and leaned towards her. She didn't accept his kiss, however, but held him at a little distance as she looked him in the eye. "Is it really true, then?" she asked. "Is what true?" "About you being ninety years old." "Ninety-four, actually. But of course it's true. You can look at my implant if you want." "Fucking hell." He paused to stare at her. "How old are you, then?" he asked. "Nineteen," she replied. "Fuck. Bit of a difference, isn't it?" "Look," he said, "if it's just too weird for you, do just say." "No. It's just fucking amazing. I'm up for it, so long as you fuck like you look." "How do I look, then?" the man asked. "Actually," the young woman said, "you look like an office worker who goes down to the gym too often." "Oh. Well, in that case, I think that I can promise that I fuck better than I look." "Good," the woman said, unfastening the clasp that held a black lace shawl across her shoulders. Throwing the shawl aside, she stood with her hands on her hips as the man gazed at her crimson leather corset. Her long, jet-black hair was fastened in two plaits, which hung down past her shoulders, while her face was pale, and she appeared to be wearing dark eye make-up and scarlet lipstick. "Nice," he said, and untied the laces that held the corset closed at the top. "Old-fashioned enough for you?" she challenged. "Lot more old-fashioned than me, actually," he told her. Grasping the top edge of the corset with both hands, he drew it open so that her breasts came free. "Nice," he repeated, and bent forward to kiss them. Her skin was pale, almost dead white, while her nipples were like dark rubies. "Thanks," she said, looking down to watch his mouth working on those nipples. "Just out of interest..." he said, raising his head again to look her in the eyes. "Yeah?" "Sorry, but this stuff is new to me. You've had some kind of treatment, to look like that?" "Oh, yeah. Semi-permanent pigment modification. You like it?" "Looks great," he assured her, and illustrated the point with several more kisses. "But if I look so boring to you," he asked, straightening up and grasping her waist with both hands, "why'd you take an interest in me?" She shrugged. "Dunno really," she said. "I guess that there was something about the way you were watching the band -- fuck, you were at the gig in the first place ... What's so funny?" "Sorry," he said. "But -- an Abba tribute band?" "Yeah. What about it?" "I guess that I was surprised to see someone like you there." "Why's that?" she said, sounding slightly annoyed but mostly puzzled. The man shrugged. "Well," he said "look -- is your style Goth Revival or something?" "Goth," the young woman said fiercely. "Never needed reviving." "Okay," he said, "but I don't remember Goths being very into Abba in my time." She shrugged. "Are we going to stand here all night?" she asked. "Sorry," he said, releasing his grip and guiding her into the apartment. "Would you like another drink?" "Not specially," she said. "Would you like a fuck?" "Yes," he said, diverting her towards his bedroom. Once they were there, she sat on the bed to unfasten and remove her high-heeled shoes, and then stood up again and pulled up the hem of her multi-layered black gauze skirt so that she could drop the black lace G-string she was wearing underneath it. He, meanwhile, had struggled out of his tunic and shirt and kicked off his own shoes, and she stepped up to him and embraced him, nuzzling at his shoulder and then nibbling at it, hard. "Ow!" he said. "Oh. Fuck. Sorry." she said, breaking the embrace. "These are new." She grinned at him, drawing her scarlet lips back to reveal that her canine teeth were elongated and needle-pointed. "Hell's bells," he said. "Very fancy." He craned to look at his shoulder, where a pair of small drops of bright blood marked the place where she had bitten him. "Sorry," she repeated. "I won't do that again. Hope you don't mind them otherwise." "No," he said carefully. "But I won't be asking you for a blow job." She grinned again, more naturally now. "I'll make that up to you," she said. "Take your pants off." The man obeyed, and the woman ran a hand down his belly until she reached his cock, which she began to manipulate deftly. At the same time, she began to run her tongue over his nipples. He gasped, and simply stood enjoying the sensation for perhaps a minute, before steering her to the double bed. She sat down and lay back, and he finished unfastening and opening up her corset. She cast it aside, leaving herself topless. Then he lifted her skirt up, and smiled as he saw her stocking tops and her pussy, with just a neat tuft of dead-white hair contrasting with the hair on her head. He moved up to the medical implant display on her shoulder, tapped it three times, and smiled at what he saw. She returned the gesture with an impatient look, then raised her eyebrows. "Okay," she said, "you are ninety-four." He moved back down her body to bring his mouth to her crotch. She moved her thighs apart, and he knelt between them and probed her cunt with his tongue. She inhaled sharply for a moment when he found the entrance, then relaxed as her probed and caressed her. After a moment, he looked up. "Pardon my saying," he said, "but you've been heavy with the perfume down here." She laughed. "Oh, that," she said. "that's a treatment. Just a temporary thing. Lasts about a month." "Jeez," he muttered, then went back to her pussy. Running his tongue up the line of her cunt lips, he made her gasp for a second with careful pressure on her clitoris, then stood up and pushed her skirt entirely away from her crotch. She wriggled a little further up the bed, he knelt between her thighs, and she sat up and took his erection in one hand while caressing his balls with the other. A moment later, he began to breath deeply as she moved her grip carefully up and down the length of his cock, and she grinned her fanged grin as it quivered in her hands, the tip glistening before her eyes. "God," he said, then "please..." She took her hand from his balls and applied it to her own pussy, fondling herself for a moment and then carefully parting her cunt lips as he gazed down at them. Then she shifted a little more, guiding him to her entrance. He began to push into her, carefully and slowly -- slowly enough that after a few seconds, she was digging crimson-painted fingernails into the sides of his hips, pulling him in harder and faster. She gasped sharply as he entered her entirely, and then they grinned at each other as he held himself above her. Then they began to move together, and she sighed deeply. "Ninety-four..." she muttered. "Body's just a few months old..." he replied. "Younger than yours..." "You saying I'm old?" "Hell, no." He smiled briefly. "Young and tight." "Glad you like it." "Anyway," he said, "I hope that I do fuck better than I look." "I dunno," she said. "I've never fucked an office drone." "Perhaps you ought to," he said, pausing for a moment. "I was one for forty years." He smiled. "Though actually, I think that I was pretty boring fuck most of that time." "So being Restarted..." "Made me fit and healthy again," he said. "But it was realising that I had a second life made me want to do things better this time." He moved again, slowly but firmly inside her. "And to fuck a few more different women." "I'm another tick on your list?" she asked. He didn't reply, but kept an impassive expression as he thrust into her steadily and rhythmically. "Oh, fuck it," she muttered, and wrapped her stockinged legs around him, clamping her heels against his thighs. She closed her eyes, and began to gasp ecstatically, occasionally letting slip another "oh, fuck," until with a final deep gasp, her body quivered under him. Now he lowered himself on top of her, holding her head gently with both his hands, pressing his chest against her breasts. His thrusts grew harder and less regular, until suddenly he too groaned, and she felt his orgasm pouring into her. They rested together for a moment, and then she disentangled her legs from around him, and he carefully extracted his softening cock from her pussy and rolled off her. They lay side by side, silent for a moment. "I hope that wasn't too conventional for you," he said pensively after perhaps a minute. "What do you mean?" He laughed. "Sorry. Me thinking in clichés. I wondered if you'd turn out to be into bondage or something." She grinned. "Wanna be tied up, then? Or do you wanna tie me up, then, lover?" "I'll try anything once. Having a dangerous vampire at my mercy... Yeah, mind if we try that?" "Okay." She shrugged. He found a couple of soft scarves somewhere, and fastened her wrists to the head of the bed. She wriggled and grinned, and he ran a hand gently over her breasts, before examining her skirt for a moment until he found the fastening. Undoing that, he removed the garment and threw it onto a nearby chair. Then, slowly, a little teasingly, he rolled her stockings down her legs, one after the other, leaving her entirely naked. She sighed softly with pleasure. "It's traditional to impale a vampire with a wooden stake," he commented. "No fucking wooden stakes here, lover." "This do?" he asked, with a gesture. She glanced at him below the waist. "Yeah, it will. So impale me with it, why don't you?" She spread her thighs and he placed himself between them, then carefully guided himself to her entrance once again. "Want it?" he asked. "Fuck me, you bastard!" she said softly. "Like you could stop me." He pushed, and they sighed in unison. "Yeah," she said. "Yes," he replied. "Yes, yes, yes," they chorused as he pounded into her. She bared her fangs for a moment, and he reared back, than set to pounding her harder and harder. She let out a shrill "oh!" then writhed against him; he lowered himself so that he could clutch her naked buttocks with both hands, squeezing her against himself. She grinned, and he gasped as he came again. Then he carefully extracted himself, his softening cock briefly leaving a silvery trail on her pale skin, and sat beside her, looking up and down the length of her body with a soft smile. "You wanna untie me know?" she said, "Just I'm getting a bit of cramp here." "Not yet," he said, suddenly abrupt. "Oh," she said, staring at him. "Oh shit. Look, my phone knows where we are, and it'll call for help if I scream right. And my implant's supposed to call someone if anything happens to me." "Oh, don't worry," he said quickly. "I'm not into any of that stuff. You're safe with me. I'll untie you in a minute. I just want to have a word with you and not have you find an excuse to leave." "Fuck you," she said. "I will scream..." "And I'll tell people that you're an industrial spy." "What?" He smiled softly. "And that bite," he said. "Technically ... okay, well, I guess that you can say it was consensual. But would you want anyone to take too close a look at those teeth?" She studied him carefully. "What do you think this is about?" she asked carefully. "Oh, the hospital warns all of us," he said. "There's no magic drug in our blood, but there are enough commercial secrets involved in the Restart thing that certain people might want a sample. Just to see what they can find." "And you reckon that's what I wanted?" she said, not sounding quite disdainful enough. "Once my brains had taken over from my balls," he said. "I mean, say what you like, you and those couple of friends you were with did look out of place at that gig. And I'm not sure I'm very interesting at first glance, let alone being your type. And the bite ... well, I hope that you're normally more careful with those things." She stared at him. "So what do you plan to do now?" she asked. "Me? Not much. The hospital told us to be careful, but there are a thousand ways to get a blood sample from someone if you really want, so they make sure that there's not much in there to discover. This is no big deal, really. I guess I'm mostly just curious. Are you really an industrial spy?" The woman sighed, all the defiance fading. "No," she said, "not really. Not, like, as a full-time job." "Then what's this all about?" She sighed. "All these treatments cost money," she said. "One of the doctors at the clinic -- he knew that I was looking at some new expensive stuff, and he told me that he could get me it for free if I could get something for him. He's got connections, in the pharma biz." The man sighed. "Of course he has. So you sold your soul to become a vampire," he said. "It was just a little job," the young woman muttered. "Sure," he said. "Did you get paid in advance?" "The teeth are the pay. Most of it. They're supposed to take out the mechanism when I go back with the sample. Make them a bit less sharp, too." "That's probably just as well, yeah." He shrugged. "Look, I believe you -- maybe I'm gullible, but sorry, you really weren't slick enough to be an expert spy -- and I don't want to screw things up for you more than you might screw up yourself. Let's say I won't tell anyone about you personally if you tell me the name of the clinic and the doctor." "You'll do that?" she said. "Why not?" he said. "This isn't my fight. I got bitten, but I got laid too, so what the hell. If you get a sample, other people may not try. I'll even not tell anyone for a day or so. Should give you time to get the teeth changed." The young woman gave him names, and he checked them with a portable computer. Then he stepped over to the bed and reached out to one of her wrists. "By the way," he said, pausing, "I haven't forgotten that you've still got those teeth. But aside from the house computer and my implant, I've got ten or twenty pounds of Restarted muscle on you. Plus seventy-five years of being nasty." "I'm not a complete idiot," she muttered. He untied the bonds, and the young woman massaged her wrists briefly and looked at him sheepishly. He looked back at her with a faint smile. "I have to admit," he said, "In ninety-four years, I've never done it with a professional before." "I'm not a hooker," she snapped. The man sighed. "You slept with ... sorry, I should say fucked me because someone was paying you," he pointed out. "Somebody was paying me to get a blood sample," she said. "They didn't tell me to fuck you." "But they gave you those teeth. The number of ways you could use those without getting arrested is pretty small." "I was making this shit up as I went along!" she said. "I had to get you alone and get close to you, sure, but coming back here was just how it seemed to work. And you're not bad looking, y'know, and I thought what the fuck, I haven't done it with anyone that old before..." "I guess I'm flattered," he said. "Even if I'm a tick on your list." "Believe what you like," she said, sitting hunched and naked on the bed. The man sat beside her, still naked himself. "Okay," he said. "Not professional -- enthusiastic amateur. Anyway, thanks," he added. "What?" she said, startled. "Some friends have been telling me I ought to be more adventurous," he explained. "Picking up a cute Goth teenager seemed like a good start. Getting bitten by a wannabe vampire, getting seduced by a spy -- well, that stuff was a bonus, wasn't it?" "Sarcastic bastard." "No, honestly." He patted her on the shoulder. "thanks." "You think I'm an idiot," she muttered. "Not really. You're young and inexperienced, so you want cool toys, you don't want to defer gratification, and you let yourself be used. But being Restarted makes me pretty impatient too, and makes me want to screw cute Goth girls. So we both got what we wanted. No idiots here." "Not sure I wanna be cute," she said. "Tough. It's better than being not bad and interesting because you're old." "What was that other thing you said? About, what, gratification?" "You don't want to defer it. You want everything now." The man sighed. "Don't worry, being Restarted makes me much the same. It's why I let you get close to me before I started wondering why you'd want to." She stretched out, no longer bothering to hunch around her nakedness. "You are old," she said, "and it is weird. Half the time, you're like any other guy, and the other time you talk like my dad." "I'll let you in on a secret. Your dad is probably like me the other half of the time, too. He won't have teenage-level hormones like me, but if he's not trying to set you a good example -- especially if he's getting laid -- he'll act human." "You reckon?" "Trust me. Been there myself, fifty years ago." "You've got kids, have you?" "They're old enough to be your grandparents, now." "Fuck." She laughed nervously. "But you didn't try to set me an example," she pointed out. "Not my job. I just wanted to get laid." "Actually, you weren't too bad at that. Really." "Thanks," he said. "I do try." By some kind of unspoken mutual agreement, they both moved to lie side by side on the bed as they talked. He looked frankly up and down her body, and shook his head. "Amazing what they can do these days," he said. "You can talk!" He laughed. "True." He twisted and leaned forward to kiss one of her nipples. She looked momentarily startled, but didn't stop him. After a moment, though, he paused. "Sorry," he said. "Being Restarted makes me as bad as any boy your age." "S'Okay," she said with a shrug. "I like boys." He laughed. "I prefer girls," he said. "Tried boys, have you?" "Just the once." She rolled onto her side and looked at him, startled. He shrugged at her. "What, is that so weird? New life, try everything once this time round." "Fuck," she muttered, and put one hand flat on his chest. "Aren't you old enough to think that's illegal or something?" He smiled. "You know your history. But these days..." he shrugged. "I'm not really that old person any more. Because I don't want to be." She didn't move her hand. "I know how that works. You've got to be who you want to be, right?" He smiled. "Quite. Oh god, I am turning into a teenager, aren't I?" She shrugged. "By the way," he added, "did you know that your boobs move nicely when you shrug?" She flashed her fangs at him. "You trying to be annoying?" she asked. "Not especially. But we've both had what we wanted, so I thought I'd just try being honest." "Anyone ever tell you that wasn't the way to get what you wanted twice?" "That'd have to be three times," he muttered, but he also frowned. "I guess that I didn't think that was very likely," he said. "Dunno why not. You're looking quite hopeful." He glanced down at his cock, which was indeed becoming engorged once again. "Just because I want something, doesn't mean I think I must have got a chance of getting it," he said. Once Bitten, Live Twice She frowned, then looked him in the eye again. "You aren't like a boy my age really, then," she said. "But don't be so pessimistic. You may be a weird, smug old bastard, but you're quite fun sometimes." He didn't say anything, but rolled onto his side and wriggled down the bed until he could bury his face in her breasts. She made a small appreciative noise as he tongued her nipples, but then, after a few moments, she pushed him away and onto his back, then sat up and took hold of his cock with both hands. Now, she set to work with concentration and skill, running fingertips up and down its length, cupping his balls with one hand while fondling his shaft with the other, squeezing the base while gently drawing back his foreskin... "Christ," he muttered, "you sure that you're not a professional?" "Watch it," she said, "I'm just not an idiot, remember? I can learn stuff." "I'll remember!" he moaned, and her hands took it in turn to move up his length, gripping him firmly as they went. Then she stopped, and he whimpered with frustration for a moment until she threw a leg over him and then knelt above him, staring down at him, naked and thoughtful, as he lay flat. Then she grasped his erection once more, placed her cunt neatly over it, and sank down to engulf him. He moaned, and she smiled broadly. "And that's why I learn stuff," she said, raising herself an inch or two then sinking down onto him again. She repeated the action twice more, then began rotating her hips in small circles, grinding herself against him. He reached out with his left hand to fondle her breasts, then with his right to probe the place where their groins met. He found her clitoris, and began stimulating it with two fingertips. After a few seconds, she threw back her head with her eyes closed, and gave a deep gasp that turned into a murmur of "God!". Then she leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her fingernails just pressing into his skin, and gave a whole series of soft gasps, emphasising each with movements of her hips. "You really enjoy this, don't you?" he asked. "Yeah," she murmured, then she opened her eyes. "Of course," she said, "why shouldn't I?" "No reason," he said, shifting his hips slightly for comfort. "I'm just glad to see it." He shifted again, burying himself a fraction deeper inside her, then paused and gazed happily at her breasts. "Oh," he said then, as he felt her cunt muscles gently squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing around his cock, "don't tell me that's another bit of work..." "No," she said from on top of him, "just practise." "Thank god for that. It's nice to know there's things that I haven't paid for in blood..." She bared her fangs at him, but then laughed. He moved carefully, and they found a shared rhythm that worked for both of them. "C'mon lover," she murmured, "enjoy yourself..." "Am," he gasped. She lowered herself over him, breathing deeply, her nipples and the ends of her plaits brushing his chest, and flashed her fangs in another grin. He smiled back at her, then reached with both hands to clasp her buttocks, gazing at her face with a look of concentration. As the man thrust hard and deep up into her, the young woman gasped, then closed her eyes and gasped again. "Ouch" she said suddenly. She had bitten her lip, and two drops of blood were now visible there. The man lifted his head to her, and gently kissed them away. She smiled sheepishly as he slowly withdrew his blood-tinted tongue. "Hope that didn't spoil your sample," he said. The woman shook her head. "Sealed after first..." she said, then "c'mon... don't stop..." He finally lost control, breathing hard as he thrust up into her. On the third thrust, an orgasm surged through his erection; after several more, he collapsed entirely with a last soft gasp. A moment later, as he lay limp, she lifted herself on her hands, smiled amiably at his look of exhaustion, and carefully disentangled herself from him. As the couple lay side by side again, the man finally recovered his breath and began idly toying with one of the woman's dark red nipples. "I've never really got the vampire thing," he said. "I mean, what's the appeal?" The woman raised herself on one elbow to look at him. "Oh, come on," she said, "they're mysterious, they're ageless, sexy without being macho meat-heads, cool... They... Oh, shit." "What?" the man said, frowning. Then he realised that the young woman was staring hard at him, and he laughed. "Oh no," he said, "I'm no vampire. Just for a start, I'm getting a tan, and I love garlic." "Not literally," the woman said. "I'm not crazy. I know that vampires don't exist. But here I am, trying to look the part, and you out-vampire me without trying." "You're right about one thing," he said, and fondled her breast again. "I'm not trying. But you want sexy and amoral and ageless and manipulative?" The young woman nodded. "Well," the man went on, "I'll obviously have to introduce you to my wife..." // END // Once Bitten, Twice Shy Darla practically hammered on the door to the hotel room, her body shaking with anger. Jane was in there, Darla just knew it, so why didn't she just open the door and take her 'angry goth girl' medicine? She was hiding, that's what it was. She knew that now that she couldn't take Darla off-guard with her sneaky little hypnosis tricks, Darla would naturally assert herself as the dominant one. It was just natural. After all, Darla had years of experience as a powerful, dominant, hypnotic vampire (five years in the Milwaukee Brotherhood of the Night, and three years of Vampire: The Masquerade campaigns before that.) She knew how to be commanding, how to take charge. It was her natural role. That whole thing a few hours ago, where she'd wound up hypnotized and curled up in Jane's lap while getting finger-fucked, that was just a...a fluke, that was all. Once she got inside the hotel room, she'd explain that to Jane in no uncertain terms. And Jane's ego probably couldn't handle being the bottom, so she was hiding inside her hotel room. Well, Darla was just going to wait her out. She'd keep knocking for as long as it took. The door opened. "Sorry," Jane said, "I was in the bathroom. It's good to see you again, Darla!" "I...um..." Darla suddenly felt at a loss for words, looking down at the shorter girl. Despite the foot of difference in their heights, Jane's eyes seemed to be staring down into Darla's, magnified by the large glasses. With a start, Darla tore her gaze away. No hypnosis this time, she resolved. She tried to remember what Jane had just said. "It is?" "Sure!" Jane said. "I was hoping we'd see each other again. Come on in!" She flashed a mischievous smile. "That is what you have to do with vampires, right? Invite them in?" "I..." Darla felt a moment of panic, like she was getting in over her head. But this was what she'd come here for, right? To give Jane a piece of her mind? She wasn't about to do that standing in the hallway. "Alright. But no hypnosis this time!" Jane stood aside as Darla stalked into the room. "Oh," she said, her face falling a little. "But I thought...I mean, you seemed to enjoy it, before." Darla's thoughts flew back over the last few hours, to her chance encounter with the petite girl with the long brown hair. She remembered luring Jane to a secluded alcove, preparing to role-play victimizing her. She remembered Jane demonstrating 'proper hypnotic technique' to Darla. She remembered... "That's right," Jane said, "you can remember every detail of our time together, can't you?" Darla nodded absently. She remembered sinking into a warm, hypnotic trance, remembered Jane's hands on her body, stroking her, caressing her, remembered sinking deeper as Jane touched, licked, nibbled-- Darla blinked rapidly. "Hey!" she said. "You were trying to hypnotize me again, weren't you?" She rubbed at her neck, knowing that Jane had left several large, embarrassing hickeys there over the course of their earlier encounter. It was more than a little humiliating. Vampires didn't get hickeys, they gave them. Jane's little stunt had cost Darla quite a bit of her 'vamp-cred', and while yelling at Jane wouldn't get it back, it would make Darla feel a little better. "No," Jane replied, sitting down on the bed, "but at the same time, I'm a little surprised that you're so determined not to be hypnotized. If you didn't come up here to be hypnotized, what did you come up here for? A banana split?" "A what?" Darla asked. "No! I came up here to tell you that I didn't want to be hypnotized, that's why I came up here." She glared at Jane in frustration, her face flushed. Jane flashed that same impish grin again as she leaned back onto the pillows. "If all you wanted to do was not be hypnotized, you could have done that back at the con. You could probably even have gotten a banana split there." "Well, I thought that..." Darla took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts. "I mean, I figured once we'd made it clear who was in charge, that maybe, you and I..." She felt a trickle of sweat running down her back, and hot prickles all up and down her skin. She was supposed to be commanding and dominating, damnit! It wasn't supposed to be this hard to tell a girl she wanted to sleep with her. "We might share a banana split?" Jane asked. "We might fuck!" Darla blurted out, surprising herself a little. "I think you're really sexy, Jane. I'd really like to spend the night with you." Darla was more than a little aroused already, just talking about it. "But we have to get it straight before we go any further, which of us is the top and which of us is the bottom. And hypnosis is only going to confuse the issue." Jane nodded solemnly. "Right. Hypnosis does that. It confuses, it distracts, it makes your brain fuzzy and foggy..." "Stop that!" Darla snapped. She wasn't sure if that had been an actual induction attempt or if she was just starting to get a little paranoid, but better to be safe than sorry. "I know what you're trying, and I'm ready for you now! You're not going to catch me off-guard again. We're just going to...to have sex, that's all." That definitely wasn't 'all', though. Darla could barely think about anything else. Just looking at Jane's body was getting her hot and bothered. She hoped Jane hadn't noticed. If she had, she might try to take advantage. And Darla was determined to do all the advantage-taking tonight. "Sorry," Jane said contritely. "Guess I owe you a banana split." "That's, um...that's better." Darla sat down on the bed next to Jane. "So, do you get what I'm um...um...do you mind if I take my shirt off?" "Not at all," Jane said, her face a picture of triumph. "Sure beats a banana split." Darla slipped her shirt over her head, and had already kicked off her pants before even realizing she'd done so. "Right, so I was saying, it's, um...it's important to establish who's in charge. Who's in control." "Absolutely," Jane said. "Who gets the banana split, as it were." "Uh-huh," Darla said, hearing the words but not really registering them. She was too busy looking at Jane's breasts, at the way the nipples stood out under the thin fabric of Jane's T-shirt in a way that made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Absently, Darla realized that her own bra had hit the floor a few seconds ago, along with her panties, but she didn't miss it. "So, um, I...oh, god, you just look so fucking hot..." Darla couldn't help herself, she just lunged across the bed and started sucking Jane's tits right through her shirt. "Ohhh, that's nice, Darla," Jane sighed softly, twining her hands into Darla's hair. "Just like a banana split..." Darla's breath quickened, and she pressed her cunt against Jane's leg. Some part of her recognized that humping the other girl's thigh like a bitch in heat wasn't exactly the way to demonstrate her commanding, dominant nature, but she just needed it right now, needed stimulation, needed to feel Jane's body against her own, and if that meant abandoning the idea of being the top for a little while, that was OK. She could always assume control later. Right now, she just needed to give into the sensation. And that felt so good... Darla felt Jane's hand pull her back for a moment, away from that wonderful nipple, and she mewled a little in protest until she realized that Jane was pulling her shirt off with her other hand. Once she understood, she started helping, undoing Jane's fly and helping her pull the rest of her clothes off. The jeans were already damp where Darla had been rubbing herself against them, and Darla could smell Jane's scent mingling with her own. She'd never been this horny before. Everywhere their bodies touched, Darla felt hot spiky tingles running straight into her cunt. "Hold on a moment," Jane said, sliding off the bed and reaching into her luggage. "You know," she said as she pulled out a large sex toy, "I almost didn't bring this." She rummaged around a bit further and pulled out a harness for it. "I mean, I drove instead of flying, so it's not like I needed to get it past security, but luggage space is always at a premium at a con." She slipped the harness on with a swift, practiced motion, seating the dildo's secondary prong into her own pussy. "Glad I changed my mind. You never know what's going to happen at a convention." Part of Darla wanted to insist that she be the one wearing the strap-on, that she be the one to fuck the other girl, but it wasn't the part that was elevating her buttocks to present Jane with easy access to her cunt. Something was strange about this whole scenario, though. It definitely wasn't going the way Darla planned it to. "What do you think?" Jane said as she climbed back onto the bed, the rubber phallus swaying between her thighs. "Looks a little like a banana split, huh?" When she heard those words, Darla realized exactly what was so strange about the whole situation. That big black rubber cock wasn't fucking her, that was what was strange. Darla felt like she was born for this moment, born to be screwed by a gorgeous girl, and she didn't want to wait even one second for it to happen. She thrust herself at the dildo, whimpering with need. "please," she said, "please fuck me please please please..." "Good girl," Jane said, sliding the dildo into Darla's cunt. "Banana split," she added. Darla felt her pussy muscles clench around the dildo, and she almost came on the very first thrust. She tried to speak, tried to tell Jane just how good it felt, but all that came out were incoherent grunts and moans of pleasure. She was too fucking hot to talk right now, everything was just hot, red pleasure shooting fireworks behind her eyes, and she knew Jane was saying something to her but she was too busy cumming to think much about it. Besides, it all seemed very familiar, seemed like something she'd been told before, but she'd forgotten it. That was so right, Darla realized. It was good to forget things sometimes. It was good to forget trigger phrases, because her subconscious would remember them, and would respond easily and effortlessly. She didn't need to think about them, she didn't even need to notice them when Jane said them to her. She didn't need to think at all, in fact, not while she was cumming, cumming, cumming... Eventually, Darla's mind emerged from the fog of lust. Jane was still fucking her, but slowly now, in a smooth, mechanical rhythm that was more teasing than satisfying. The cock slid in oh-so-slowly, slid out at the same even pace, and even though Darla wanted to buck against it, something stopped her from moving. Darla thought back, trying to figure out exactly when she'd lost control of the situation, and exactly why that should bother her. "I..." she forced the words out between panting breaths. "I feel...funny," she said at last. "That's perfectly normal, Darla," Jane said, not breaking rhythm for even a moment as she spoke. "You're feeling a lot of pleasure right now, and that can make you very dizzy." "Stop..." Darla gasped as Jane changed the angle of her thrusts, just a little. "Stop trying to, to hypnotize me..." Jane ran her hand possessively over Darla's ass. "I'm not trying to hypnotize you, Darla." Darla tried to focus despite the sensations in her cunt. "Yes you were...you told me, back in the convention hall, told me about...ohhh...words, how hearing hypnotic words would, would hypnotize someone." Jane continued petting, continued stroking, continued fucking. "What sort of words, Darla?" "sleep...heavy...trance...down..." Darla tried to remember the whole list of words, all the things Jane had told her as she was putting her under that first time. "deep...sleepy...hypnotized..." The words seemed to get clearer in her mind, even as everything else got more distant. "deeper...trance...sleep...down...relax..." The slow, even rhythm of the dildo in her cunt made it hard to think, but she could still remember the words. "...sleep...down...deep...hypno...tized..." Distantly, Darla realized what was happening, but it was alright. Jane had explained it to her. If she hypnotized herself, then she was still in charge. She was in command, because she was the one doing the hypnosis. She could just go into a deep trance and do whatever Jane said, knowing that it was all her idea. Jane had explained it to her, and it made so much sense. Jane was so good at explaining things. She'd be happy to keep listening to her as she sank into trance... Darla's eyelids blinked, fluttered, and finally closed. Jane leaned over Darla, her hard nipples pressing into the other girl's back. "Good girl," she whispered in Darla's ear, before sliding her mouth down to give Darla another long, slow, kiss right where her neck met her shoulder. Darla felt Jane's teeth nipping at her flesh, felt the warm, wet lips sucking at her, and she knew she was helpless to prevent Jane from giving her another love bite. And as another orgasm hit her dreamy mind, overwhelming her completely, she realized just how good being helpless felt. THE END