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I walk down the street, the sun beginning to set, and
twilight setting in. I enjoy the feel of the soft fabric of my dress and
the swish of silk against my skin. My high heels tap gently on the
pavement, and I feel attractive and confident as I take each step. I can
feel the eyes of passing men and women lingering on me as I pass, knowing
that they are wondering who I am and where I am going. My long golden hair
is swept up on top of my head so my delicate neck is exposed to the gentle
breeze, I can feel it tickling the fine hairs on my arms and I shiver.
I am so excited.
Tonight I am going out. And not just to some ordinary club like my friends
seem to enjoy so much. Tonight I'm going to the Twilight Club, and it's my
first time. I've heard people talking about it, taking pleasure in giving
lengthy renditions of their exploits, and I've felt inside me that I
should be there – but I've always felt too shy. Too scared to go on my
own, but tonight I feel different, I feel like I'm ready for anything.
I see the door of the club approaching and I lengthen my strides, I smooth
my dress around my hips and I lick my full lips in anticipation – I don't
know what to expect. As I reach the unassuming door, it is opened and I am
faced with a beautiful man. His skin is milky white, his features
perfectly symmetrical, and his lips twisted into a filthy smile that
somehow repulses me and excites me at the same time. He looks me up and
down really slowly, from my ankles to the top of my head, and I feel
myself blush at his scrutiny. He flicks his eyes back to me with another
dirty grin and invites me in with a sweep of his arm. I move to squeeze
past him through the entrance, and as we brush together I feel the cold
radiating through his clothes, and I know he's one of them.
This thought excites me more than it should. I turn to look back at him as
I walk down the corridor, and the look in his eyes makes my heart beat
faster. The bare corridor ends suddenly and I square my shoulders and push
the door open. Instantly I am hit with the heat and noise of the club, the
heavy music pulsing through the room, the throngs of people dancing and
drinking, sitting in velvet alcoves in groups. I walk over to the bar
slowly, taking my time so that I can have a look round without appearing
too much of a novice. Just as I reach the bar my gaze reaches a man
sitting in a booth on the furthest corner from the bar. He is staring at
me, his eyes large and dark in his pale oval face, and suddenly I can't
move.
I feel it straight away – this was the one I was meant to meet. I am
standing there, nearly at the bar, transfixed by his stare. He is
gorgeous. Long, dark straight hair, tight black clothes, perfect ruby lips
and the sexiest eyes I've ever seen. With one hand he beckons me over, and
I have no choice but to follow.
When I reach his table I realize that there are two women sat with him.
One has her hand inside the front of his trousers, stroking his cock
underneath his pants, and the other is lolling against the back of the
booth, one leg spread out, playing with her pussy.
I feel like I should be shocked, but I can't feel anything, can't see
anything except the man who beckoned me over. He looks intently at me, and
I sit down next to him. With a quick gesture, the women are gone and we
are relatively alone.
'Who are you?' I said tentatively 'My name is Richard. I've not seen you
here before.' he spoke without hesitation '..this is my first time.' I
admitted
His eyes light up and I catch my first glimpse of his smile. It takes my
breath away and suddenly I can't think straight. I suddenly feel his hand
on my arm, and he lifts it out of my lap and winds it around his neck.
With my arm out of the way, he trails his fingertips down the fabric of my
dress covering my side, and I shiver into his delicate touch. Slowly he
begins to run his fingers up my collar bone and my neckline, down my shirt
and over my breasts, all the while staring into my eyes so I can't look
away.
He then slides the strap of my dress down my shoulder, releases my arm
from his neck, does the same with the other side, and pulls it down my
waist. I don't have a bra on. Staring into his eyes, I have no thought for
what he is doing, or who is watching. My pussy feels like it's on fire-
something he is doing is making me want him more than I have ever wanted
anything in my life. He bends his head and starts licking my nipples
slowly, and then biting gently all over my chest. I vaguely realise that
other people in the club are watching but I don't care. I just arch my
back so that my breasts are pushed up further to his lips and his teeth
and start to moan like a slut.
Then he pushes one of my legs back onto the seat, and slides his cool hand
up my thigh. I can feel the juices from my pussy sliding out from my
pants, and I can't wait for him to touch me. I'm throbbing and pulsing
with the need for him to touch me, and I let my head loll back against the
back of the booth to expose my neck and chest to him.
At this I hear his intake of breath and his finger finds its way inside my
pants. His fingers tease me, stroking softly down the edges of my pussy
lips, spreading my juices all over me, making my clit throb with the need
to be touched. I feel his lips touch the base of my neck at the same time
as his finger finds my clit and I cry out. I feel his teeth break the skin
and my blood rushes up to meet his lips and I moan. I can feel him sucking
on me greedily, and his fingers stroking my wetness so softly. Then I feel
soft lips kissing my breasts, and looked down briefly to see one of the
female vampires has come back to play with me. She smiles encouragingly at
me and begins to nibble on my nipples and stroke her hands across my
stomach.
Then Richard lifts his mouth away from the gash in my neck, grabs me and
lifts me onto the table in our booth. He moves me so my legs are dangling
from the edge, and comes to stand with his back to the room. He starts to
peel my dress down my body until he can remove it completely, and then he
pulls off my dripping wet pants. I lay completely naked and excited on the
cold table and know that everyone there, human and vampire, were watching
this scene with great interest. Richard lifts my knees and places my legs
so that my feet are resting on the table, giving everyone in the room the
best view of my swollen, dripping pussy lips engorged with blood and ready
to be fucked. I feel the female vampire licking at the wound on my neck,
and on the other side of me I feel another start to bite and twist on my
nipples. Suddenly from behind me I feel a strong pair of hands grab my
head and shoulders and pin me down to the table.
I start to panic. I can't move. What are they going to do to me? I try to
struggle, to see who is holding me down but he is too strong. The vampire
sucking on my neck is pulling deeply on my blood and I start to get light
headed. Richard smiles down at me, and as he starts to finger my pussy
again, and then plunges his tongue into my lips, I know there is nothing I
can do except give in. I had come here after all. I knew what was going to
happen.
He starts to fuck me, His cock long and thick and so hard. It hurts me at
first and I cry out, gasping for air and crying out for more at the same
time. He pushes my knees up behind me and I feel the unseen man grip onto
my ankles so I can't move. The female vamps are running their hands and
their tongues along every surface and crevice they can find, and I'm
squirming and writhing under their touch.
Richard smiles down at me lazily as he screws me, and despite all the
other people I feel like him and I are the only two people in the room. My
orgasm builds and then crashes over, wave after wave, my pussy squeezes
against his cock and I hear him gasp. He speeds up and I feel the male
vamp press me down harder into the table. With a guttural groan, I feel
Richard come inside me forcibly. The other vamps fade away and he bundles
me up in his arms gently.
'Yes... you'll do' he says, and then kisses me softly... |
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