What was your name?



The bar was nice, quiet, and still. The bearded bikers and the young sluts, eager to get rid of their virginity, knowing only sex to get a boyfriend. Such lost souls. This is also the place where I was first tricked, tied down, and left unfed until the next night. It was disturbing, to say the least, but it was quite fun. As much as I hate getting out-smarted, it was a hell of a woman that did it. But before I continue, let me introduce myself as Kale, a two-hundred-and-fifty year old vampire. I usually go for the weak and easily seduced girls, eager to fuck, but, tonight, I was too lazy and weak to worry about who I fucked and sucked, long as I got the latter.

Those were the exact thoughts that were going through my head, right before she appeared. She walked in like a ghost, my eyes the only pair in the bar catching her image. Her white blouse angling down, cutting off right above her nipples, her dark, milky skin, shining in the dim bar lights. The long wavy brown hair like a king’s cape trailing behind her. When she stopped, her gaze was on me, her full double D bust seemed to be looking at me as well. My mouth was a sea of drool.

My eyes drifted to the blue jean shorts, barley hiding a thing, next, were the long stiletto boots that went just below her knees. The light played off her beautiful green eyes as she gave me a knowing smirk, my silver hair stood on end as she took careful steps toward me. I glanced around, no one else noticed this goddess? Even by vampiric standards, she was hot! My pearly white skin was nothing compared to her luscious brown and sleek skin. She stopped in front of me, staring down, “Hey…” That’s it? Just hey to the loser staring at you? She plopped herself down into the stool next to me, smiling seductively, her eyes half-closed. “Ya wanna get me a drink?” She suggested. I smirked this time, “What’s the catch, my lovely?” I had to keep my cool, if she wanted to be on top, she’d have to earn it… well, not like she hadn’t already.

She cooed and gave a small giggle, leaning into my already sensitive ears, “You let me gag and tie you up like the bad boy you are.” She pulled away, giving a wink. My spine gave a shiver, my eyes staring down at her breasts as her face removed itself from my view of them. I licked my lips, and nodded. This is the first and only time I’ve ever lost my cool. She had seduced the seducer, the monster, she had brought my to a romantic fear. I ordered her drinks, and in a matter of and hour, we had traveled to her hotel room, and were kissing like two dogs in heat. Her top popped, the last and only button shooting off, the blouse instantly slid down her arms. The fullness of her breasts was unimaginable, my eyes stared in awe, before leaning down, wrapping my cold lips around her luscious mound. She shivered in delight.

“Mmmm, what a naughty boy!” She squealed, rubbing my hair back down my body, stopping at my firm ass and squeezing it. My tongue flicked her large nipple back and forth before I pulled away. At that moment, I was suddenly spun around, landing against the wall, and her slapping my ass, “I never said stop, slut-boy!” She yelled, slapping my ass ten more times before flipping me over and locking her lips with mine. She knew how to play her part. This was going to be hard to expose her neck. She pulled away and snatched my hair, dragging me to the bed, and throwing me upon it, before pouncing me, and grabbing prepared ropes, and tying my wrists together. Damn, she was good. She leaned over, her breasts swaying back and forth, her legs on either side of my body, her soaking wet nethers so close. My icy cold cock was eager to fuck that pussy.

She started to wave her stomach, her hands going up, pressing under her hair, lifting it before letting masses of it fall, her breasts flowing to her hip motion. Her single left eye watching me lustfully, my cock felt as if it were going to explode. She stood, and unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them down, a shaved pussy was to greet me. She slipped one elegant foot out then picked them up with her other foot, and threw the shorts aside, damn she had some fine legs. She stared down at me, nude, and lusting for me. The next moment I can recall, she’s unbuttoned my pants and is sucking me off, and sucking wonderfully! “G-god! I-I’m going to…ahhhh!” Then it stopped, and she looked up, smirking, my cock pulsing madly, wanting to release, but she stopped, letting it flop back against me, trying to cum on its own. She crawled up my body, and pressed her wet opening to my cock, causing me to groan, while she let out a moan. I thought I was truly going to die, again, if she kept up this teasing. She continued to grind my cock, making it pulse and beg to cum. She giggled and looked into my pain stricken eyes, “Does my lil slut-boy wanna cum? Does he think his loving Mistress will let him cum?” I groaned and bucked, “P-please! L-let me cum damnit!” She gasped in feign surprise, “Cussing ain’t gonna get my slut-boy his wishes! Nope, nope!” She giggled, and continued to grind my cock, stopping occasionally and forcing me to suck her tits.

After and hour of her teasing me, she spoke again, “Does my slut-boy think he’s been good enough to cum, hmmmm?” I whimper, and nods, “P-please M-mistress, l-let slut-boy cum, please!” I beg, submitting to her will, letting her have anything she wanted, long as she let me cum! My body was sweating, as was her’s, her head tilted up in fake thought, before looking down, “Ok!” She giggled and looked down between us, my cock was purple, all over, she giggled again, and grabbed it, aiming it, before slamming down, crying out happily. I let out a loud groan of relief, and was soon moaning with her as she fucked my cock silly. It only took a moment of fucking my sore cock before I was screaming, “Ohhhhhhh! M-Mistress! Slut-boy is cumming! AHHHHHH!” She continued, my cum blasting into her pussy, filling her up, she smirked, and kept riding my cock. “Ohhhhh godssss!” I yelled, I swore my cock wouldn’t stop! It just kept pumping more and more cum into her! Though, it had its limits, after a few more spurts, it stopped, cum leaking from her.

After almost ten minutes of silence, she leaned down, having somehow sat there, looking down at me, myself, tired as all bloody hell. Anyways, she leaned down, and pressed her full, tasty lips to mine, sliding her tongue in, playing with my fangs. She probably didn’t think much of them at the moment. She then rose and slid my cock from her sheath, cum pouring from her snatch, spun around and placed her pussy in my face, “Clean out mistress’s pussy!” She yelled, shoving the wet, sticky, and very arousing pussy into my face. I didn’t hesitate. My tongue dove in, instantly tasting my and her cum, mixed together, tasting like a fine wine. She let out a loud moan, her body shuddering a moment, before she settled, letting me work my tongue within her. She panted heavily after another few moments, her pussy felt like it was sucking on my tongue almost, it was kinda hot, but I kept my focus, and in a matter of a few minutes, my expert tongue had her and my cum squirting from her nethers, splashing into my face and soaking her thighs. She fell limp on my body, just as my eyes closed to finally be let to sleep, I’d drink from her later…

The next thing I remembered was waking up to find I had no money, no clothes, and bloody hell a payment on the room! I had to call my friend mike from the hotel phone, he came over and paid off my due. But before he came, I found a lipstick letter upon the mirror in the bathroom. It read;

“Dear Vampire,
It was fun while it lasted, and I bet you’re surprised I let you live. I hope you’re not too dense to realize I’m a vampire hunter. Anyways, I let your sorry ass live only because I’m as filthy sex fiend and love to be made cum, and I was too tired to finish you off last night. Which WAS fun, by the way. I hope to cause you great hell this morning since you have nothing left with you.

Burn in hell~
The hunter you never got the name for

P.S.

You have a damn well trained tongue.”