Who are you?" Tinkerbell wondered, tapping me on the shoulder with her small, green wand."Robert Redford." I raised my voice with the music. "Do you live here?""You don't look like Robert Redford," she decided, taking in my ordinary trousers, loosened tie, and rolled up sleeves."That's because it's a Halloween party," I half-shouted. "I'm wearing my guy-next-door costume.""Oh!" She nodded eagerly. "It's a good one!""Thanks," I said, leaning closer. "Who lives here?""I don't know," she replied. "You wanna dance?""Maybe later."My nose itched beneath a cloud of bitter smoke. Cloves, pot, maybe something burning on the stove? The music made me wince. I didn't particularly care for crowds and I didn't know my neighbors. I'd never borrowed a cup of sugar or gotten their morning paper by mistake. They were strangers with a stereo, that's all I knew, and I had to work in the morning."You need an orgasm!" Frankenstein's monster shoved a plastic cup into my hand. Something pink with a
Shelly wore a black skirt, an old one by the look of it, made of linen beneath a shadow of lace. Stockings and heels, open toes painted blood red like her fingernails, like her lips. A Goth goddess teasing mortal me."How old are you?" I asked, hoping she would be flattered, rather than amused."Old enough," she replied with a playful shrug. "Can I have your phone number?""What?""Your phone number.""Why?" I asked, probably looking even more surprised than I sounded."Oh, I don't know," she confessed. "It's, um ... like a college thing. I just have to collect a bunch of phone numbers from guys.""You're in a sorority or something?""Yeah. Like that," she agreed. "I'm not gonna call you or anything. I mean, you don't want strange girls calling you, right?""I guess not, um..." I tried not to show her the disappointment I felt.I'd never been asked for my number by a pretty college coed before, not even when I'd been in college. Shelly looked gorgeous, too, even as she smiled through
Still, she didn't stop me, not until I bent my knees, trying to extend my reach and bring my fingertips to her vulnerable sex. My cock ached and I had the urge to reach between us and free my erection. I could fuck her right there in the foyer, lift Shelly in my arms and turn, pinning her against the wall as I thrust inside her. That was my plan, the only desperate one I had, leaving no room for anything but lust. I didn't care that we'd just met, that I knew nothing about her and didn't even have a condom. I only knew I wanted her."Wait," she breathed, releasing my tongue and panting the words across my flushed face. "Where's your bedroom?""That way," I replied, picking her up the way I'd imagined, and for the same, but less immediate reason."You taste good," she sighed, kissing my face with her legs wrapped around my thighs. She clung to my neck and I cradled her ass, walking her through my apartment.I put her on my bed, fumbling for the bedside lamp, but Shelly stopped me. Her
Shhhh..." She grabbed my wrists, using her strength and my own helpless position to control me easily.Shelly stretched my arms over my head, bending forward with my swollen cock still inside her. I didn't know why my body had to betray me that way, but it did. Shelly continued to move, rocking back and forth with her breasts flattened against my chest. Her mouth covered mine and I shook my head, but she chased me, giggling as if we were playing a game. Her tongue filled my mouth and when I tried to bite her, she pulled back and bit my lower lip.I felt her fangs sharp and cold, and she suckled my bloody lip while she came. Her sex seemed to collapse around my cock, contracting rapidly and pulling me towards my own unwanted and inevitable orgasm. My erection jerked deep inside her and Shelly fed me her tongue once more. This time I didn't do anything but accept her passionate kiss, tasting my blood and even swallowing it while her undead womb nursed on my living sperm.I'd been raped
I didn't say anything, of course. My mouth opened and closed several times, but no words could escape my suddenly parched lips. When Shelly wiggled her fingers and smiled, I felt the burning pinch of humiliation deep in my gut. This 'real woman' had raped me! She'd sucked my blood and held me down while her pussy sucked my dick. What was she doing here?"Bobby! I'm sorry I'm late, darling." She bent at the waist, kissing my cheek as I sat frozen in my chair. "Mmmm ... You smell so good!""Robert?" Mom said, smiling patiently as Shelly decided to hug me. I could feel her firm, braless breasts trying to envelope my head. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"What I wanted to do was jump up and run as far and fast as I could! My heart was pounding, the air trapped in my lungs as I'd forgotten how to breathe. My balls ached with the painful memory of being violated in my own bed just a few days before. I had the vague hope that all of this was only a dream. Lord knows I'd dre
The skirt fell to mid-thigh, the blazer tailored to show off her curves without suggesting a sexual harassment suit waiting in the wings. She wore a white blouse and a fashionable gold necklace to match her earrings. The first impression of her would be that she was just another secretary, or a paralegal perhaps, albeit a very striking one.A lot of men were keeping a close eye on her every move and Shelly seemed oblivious to the attention. All of her considerable charms were focused on me, through my mother, of course, and as much as I hate to admit it, I rather enjoyed my envious, if completely fraudulent situation. I wondered how many of those men would have been so keen had they known Shelly's secret. Not many, I'd wager, and I suffered a genuine conflict as Shelly's unabashed affection began to have its intended effects.My cock was hard!"Robert, you simply must bring Shelly over for a proper dinner.""But...""No buts, young man." My mother smiled at Shelly. "He comes over ever
Watch the teeth, Bobby," she warned me as I caught my breath. "Or I'll have to find something else for you to ... Shhhh!"I froze with the acute fear of being discovered. We were in the men's room of a popular restaurant and I was sucking a vampire's tongue! Oh man! If we got busted my life would be over. Shelly probably wouldn't care, she could just go back to Transylvania or wherever the hell she'd come from, but I had a job, a career. I was a prominent CPA with an influential and very conservative clientele. Having perverted undead sex in a public bathroom would be like jumping out the window of my 38th floor office - messy, painful, and utterly final.The man's footsteps echoed off the tiles. He hummed softly and the sound of his zipper coming down made me jump. I could hear his piss hitting the porcelain and Shelly decided to fuck for real. She reached down to unzip my trousers, giggling silently as she found my cock swollen with irrational desire. I stood tip-toe, holding my bre
Too late, I realized the truth -- Shelly liked to feast at the moment of climax.At least this time I didn't black out. She drank my blood after it had delivered oxygen to my brain. I suppose the girl didn't want me to collapse on top of her in a toilet, that might have hurt. The strange part, at least for me, was how little it hurt. In fact, it felt pretty good, like getting a hickey, and I felt an odd pulsing sensation beneath her lips. My heart was beating quickly, of course, and my cock hadn't yet finished loosing my semen into her womb, but the pulse in my neck overwhelmed everything else.I found myself moving my hips, fucking Shelly again as my cock refused to soften. I made love to her, that's the only word for it, not wildly like before, but gently, calmly. My body found a lazy rhythm, almost languid as I held her against the door. I drank in the scent of her hair and felt her warming noticeably as my blood filled her veins. Her lips, hands, even her sex surrendered the chill