She walks through the streets, her eyes easily peeling
through the darkness. The city is what keeps her blood flowing.
Tonight she hungers. It has been too long.
She finds the place and enters. The music is loud, the
room filled with smoke. She scans. Nothing she sees pleases her.
Probably all have AIDS, she thinks, and turns to leave.
There stands a fairly handsome man. Tall, tan, short black
hair. She smiles.
There's a pause as he studies her. His eyes fall on her
body. She is wearing a red, low cut evening gown, the skirt flaring out just above the knee,
silted almost to her hips, exposing part of
her ass. Her long black hair encases her head, shoulders and most of
her back like a long, thick cape. She smiles, showing off her pure
white teeth and dark brown eyes against pale white skin.
For an instant, their eyes meet. He's a creep, she thinks,
but this has to be done. I can't hold ou another night.
"May I buy you a drink?" he asks.
She sits beside him, exposing her leg, looking straight into
his eyes. There, beneath the bright, light hue, she sees him as he
really is: cold, manipulating, uncaring.
Perfect!
They have more drinks. A lot more. He gets drunker. She
does not. But she acts completely helpless. Let the man think he's
in control.
He tells her of all the times he's deceived his wife. All
this is truth. Proud of his infidelity. He doesn't care about his
kid. This is going to be a pleasure. She spills her drink on him.
She apologizes profusely and offers to make it up to him by
coming up to her place to clean his clothes.
He readily agrees. She knew he would.
They get a cab and climb inside. "I'm sorry about your pants,"
she purrs. He roughly grabs her ass and squeezes it hard. She
feigns pleasure.
"More," she commands. "Don't stop."
He bends and kisses her hard on the lips until he pries her
lips apart with his tongue. The cab stops. He tosses a twenty in
the front and jumps out. Doesn't wait for her.
She takes her time climbing the stairs, finding her keys,
opening the lock. Once inside, she takes the initiative, reaching for
his already hard cock.
"Give me head, baby," he demands.
She giggles, unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants and starts
sucking on his huge hard-on. Her mouth expertly nibbles and nips at
him. He is perfect. Her pussy is very wet.
He moans louder and louder. She feels him tighten up and get
ready to shoot his load. "Already?" she thinks, pulling her mouth
off his throbbing dick. "Please fuck me," she begs. "I want that
huge fucking cock in my pussy."
He pushes her to the floor, rips off her panties, thrusting
her legs wide apart. She should be in pain as he enters her roughly.
He starts pounding, ready to cum.
"Hold me close," she whispers, excited by another hunger
gnawing at her. He bends in closer and says, "You are nothing like my
wife."
She smiles gleefully, dangerously. "I'm going to cum," he
gasps.
She could feel the waves of pleasure reach his cock. She lets
out a short scream, thrusting her head back. "Now...".
He never feels his orgasm. Instead two sharp teeth sink into
his neck. His blood begins to drain from him through her lips.
Waves of pleasure ripple through her. His blood fills her
like nothing else. She squeezes her wet pussy against his rapidly
shrinking cock.
Then, as she sucks the last drops of his blood, her whole body
trembles and the writhes as she orgasms.
Her body and mind re-connect. She looks at his dead, limp
body and smiles.