Looking a little down today boss.” Raven commented quietly as I bottomed the blood shot.“Just another day at the vampire bar.” I shrugged, dropping the glass on the bar and walking towards my office.The night was like most others and thankfully un eventful. I sent Aaron home early and Raven made quick work of cleaning up the bar area. I felt the weight of a million people on my shoulders as I locked the front door.“Why so glum, stud?” Came a voice behind me.A chill ran up and down my spine. It was a familiar feeling, but one that I’d not felt in a long time. I wasn’t in the mood, but at least I was ready.I spun around and cocked my fist back, preparing for the worst.As I suspected, Liz stood behind me, a cocky grin on her face. She glanced down at my fist and then back up at me.“You want to play rough already? Boy, you have changed.” She smirked.“What the fuck do you want?” I asked, slowly moving my hand down towards my belt. After our last encounter, I’d taken to wearing a kn

I stood up and pulled my jeans on, then looked down at Liz. There were a million feelings rushing through my mind at that moment and I was having a lot of difficulty sorting through them all.“Did I fuck your brains out Scotty? You’re looking a little dazed there.” Liz teased, holding her wrists up towards me. I reached down and picked up my shirt, then lifted up the pile of Liz’s torn clothes and retrieved my knife.“You gonna ignore me now? Come on Scotty, get with it!” Liz growled.I spun around, holding the knife in front of me.“Oh, feeling feisty again? What are you gonna do with that?” Liz asked.“I can still fucking kill you ya know!” I yelled.Liz leaned her head forward and opened her mouth. As I watched, she took the blade into her mouth and began to felate it. I could feel my resolve weaken.“Come on Scotty. Do you really think that you could fuck me like a cheap slut, which I loved by the way, and then kill me? I mean, if you did, I’d be really impressed. But maybe I got

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

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

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