One Bite Stand: Part 4

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Outwardly, I looked like my usual self, bored amusement showing on my face, as I sipped another Tequila Sunrise, sitting at my throne-like perch on the balcony of the underground, goth, vampire nightclub. Inwardly, I was mulling over my strategy. I had almost everything in place; all I now required was an accomplice. My razor-sharp intuition told me that she’d be in, sooner or later. One does receive the most erotic sexual experience of their life and not come back in the hopes of receiving more.The club was very much as it was the last time I visited. The bartender still doted over me in the hopes of being my next meal; the goths and vampire groupies writhed and fucked before me. My sexual aura spawned extreme arousal and the lowering of inhibitions for all in proximity. I had no worries about the hunters showing up, here. I was fully healed, well-fed, and pondering if I might like a cock this evening for a little variety.Two weeks after my midnight run through the desolate city, I had all the intelligence I required. Private investigators are prolific in any city, little more than parasitic mercenaries. Finding one that could track down the people I sought wasn’t difficult. Locating one that was also discrete was nearly impossible. Some sensual persuasion on my part, plus several thousand dollars, did the trick. Within the fortnight, I had uncovered the names of all nine of my assailants, who they worked for, and most of their local addresses. It was money and time on my back well-spent.I bided my time, spending my days divorcing myself from my antiques business and offices. A few reconnaissance missions into the area alerted me to the fact that they were under constant surveillance. There was no paper trail or evidence to connect my actual home with the false identity used for my business, Ankara escort so I was safe as long as I stayed away. The temptation of taking out the watchers was difficult to resist. However, if I removed one or two of them from the picture, the others would be on high alert.I sipped my drink, mentally willing a buxom, raven-haired woman, pastie makeup with darkened eyes and a metal rod piercing her tongue, to look up towards me. As my desires fixated on her lithe, black-clad, dancing figure, her focus shot towards me. She smiled, her teeth looking pearly, framed by black lipstick. I nodded to her, smiling, licking the rim of my glass. Her dance turned sexual, her hands fondling herself as she danced solely for my pleasure.Another fresh drink was gently plopped on the table before me. The bartender hovered near me, staring at my shapely legs and exposed pussy. I was dressed in a long, high-slit, stretchy pencil skirt and cold-shoulder, bare mid-riff, matching top, all in shimmery black. The dark fabric adhered to my body’s contours, my exposed stomach and skin glowing a pale bone-white in the club’s lighting.I spread my legs for him, gesturing toward my dripping cunt. He knelt before me, his rough, burning hands on my thighs, his tongue lapping up my juice. I sipped my drink, placed the glass back on the table, then grabbed two handfuls of his thick, dark hair and pulled his mouth tighter against my clit. Humping his face, one hand reaching under my tight, black top, I tweaked a nipple as I surveyed my nightly kingdom.“Stick a finger in my ass like a good slave,” I commanded. “Harder.”She finally entered, making a grand entrance. Lilith was no longer the mousy, introverted woman I had seduced and fed upon. The stimulating charge of my life’s essence had transformed Ankara escort bayan her into a lusty creature of the night, at least temporarily. She wore a pale lavender, Victorian, ruffled dress, slit up to her hip on one side. Black taffeta lined the hem and slit. She wore her hair long and straight, her makeup having gained some color. Behind her, on leashes, were a young goth-looking man and a very vampiric-looking woman; they were dressed to match, to compliment Lilith’s wardrobe.I felt a small tinge of pride as she intently scanned the club like a predator. She carried herself like a haughty queen. Pleadingly, her eyes shot towards the balcony alcove. Her entire face lit up when she saw me. A hand raised, tentatively, as if to wave, pulled down quickly with a second thought. I watched, orgasmic ripples coursing through my body, as she untethered her friends and sternly pointed to the door, her arm outstretched. They forlornly left at her dismissal.Lilith ignored all suitors and patrons as she slowly strode toward the stairs. I pulled the bartender’s head away from my dripping cunt.“Pull your cock out and cum in my drink. I want a creamy sunrise.”In a trance, he smiled at me and pulled an impressive, rock-hard cock from his pants. His hand grasped it firmly and began stroking it, quickly. Because I’m a lusty fan of humanity, I exposed my breasts and played with my nipples for a moment, stopping to plunge two fingers deep into my heated snatch and wipe my juice over the head of his cock.He spurted into my drink just as she cleared the balcony stairs, coming into view. As she approached me, her nipples jutted out from beneath her silky dress, and her breathing became deep and passionate. No words were spoken; she looked at me for acknowledgment Escort Ankara and permission. I seductively nodded to her, scooping up some of my attendant’s jizz that had splashed on the table, and rubbed it over my lips, glossing them.Lilith approached, stopping a foot or so away from me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, the bartender’s cum still wet on my lips. She moaned into my mouth and licked the cum from my face as our tongues greeted each other in reunion.“I was half-convinced I dreamed you,” she said.“Perhaps you did.”“I’ve been coming here every weekend, hoping to find you again. I think I’m in love with you.”I smiled at that, not bothering to hide my teeth. “Are you sure it’s not just lust?”“Please, Lucy,” she pled. “Make me your lover, your slave. I do anything you want, be anything you need.”“Fine. Show me your panties.”“What?”“You heard me. Prop your leg up on that chair,” I pointed, “pull your dress up, and show me your panties.”She blushed such a deep crimson that it showed through her makeup. “I, uh, don’t wear them, anymore…because you don’t.”“Show me.”She glanced around nervously. The haughty queen exterior crumbled before me, revealing the girl I had met earlier. I pondered enchanting her with my mesmerizing allure but decided to allow her to make the choice.“Fuck it,” she laughed. “Nobody notices or cares.”I clapped in amusement as she loudly stomped a foot on the chair and brazenly pulled her dress up to display herself to me. She was shaven bare, her pussy glistening with dew.“Excellent. Sit; buy me a drink.”I nearly had the bartender trained. As if he could hear my mental commands, two fresh drinks appeared.“Be a good boy and lick my friend’s cunt,” I told him.Lilith looked at me in shock but made no protests as he quickly knelt before her and began servicing her. “Oh, he’s good,” she moaned.I held up my cum-garnished drink in toast. “To our newly-forged partnership.”She clanked her drink against mine and sipped. “Ah, so good,” she moaned. Her hips bucked against his face as she tried to speak to me. “What is this drink.”“Tequila sunrise.”

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