Vampire
Hot, Smart Smut by
Clemence Moliere
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012
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Vampire
By Clemence Moliere
“Vampire braced herself against the railing, taking Fang’s cock deep, and Margot watched Vampire thrust back again and again as she came. Margot hoped she’d be allowed to lick Vampire’s wet pussy when they finished.”
Everyone knows Vampire. The club on the edge of town is driving down house prices with the screams, the reverberating music, the undead roaming the parking lot in the middle of the night, but even those who hate Vampire most can't help but visit. They’ll find the manager, they tell themselves, and complain about the terrible disturbance Vampire is causing. But for some reason, after people visit Vampire, they never complain again.
Margot was going to change that. Tonight, she would go to Vampire; they'd never know she wasn't one of them. Her children in bed, babysitter installed in front of the TV, husband safely out of town (he’d never approve; he’d call this crossing the line), Margot dressed carefully in front of her mirror. Her own smooth body, with its long lines, aroused her a little in the half-light of the evening; she turned around, admiring her slim back, and ran a hand over her rounded ass, enjoying the prickle of chill bumps against her fingers.
First, the slutty black lingerie dress she'd bought for the occasion, just high enough to cover nipples, just low enough to cover bottom of her ass. A thong underneath, also black, and Halloween makeup to make her look like a quasi-human with a passion for penetrating the carotid artery. She brushed out her long, brown hair, made herself up to look as Goth as possible.
Margot parked around the corner from Vampire, strolling through the parking lot to the warehouse door. A black-lipped man nodded her in, smiling in a way that seemed the opposite of friendly. Predatory, maybe.
Inside the club, a different world: black light and thumping music and the flash of white fangs. Margot looked up at the balcony above the dance floor. Oh. A woman was being fucked from behind, and Margot stared up at her, their eyes locked. The vampire behind her thrust into her over and over, and Margot felt her clit swell, the delicious wet awakening of her cunt. The woman smiled at Margot, her lids half-lowered in pleasure. Flustered, aroused, Margot turned away and tried to point herself toward the bar. You’re here to see what this place is like, she reminded herself. Not do something you’ll regret. She tried to think of her husband, her vows, but she couldn’t ignore the pulsing in her pussy.
Margot forced herself over to the bar. “Hello,” she yelled over the music. “I’d like to talk to the owner.” She couldn’t tell if the multiply pierced, white-faced bartender had heard her or not, but after a few minutes’ wait a handsome man in full vampire regalia strolled out of a door behind the bar. He leaned over the bar at Margot. “I’m Fang, the owner. How can I help you, my dear?” He smiled, flashing sharp white teeth. Margot thought of wolves, and of the eyes of the woman being fucked upstairs. Margot smiled back. She couldn’t remember anything she was planning to ask about the club’s license, their violations of the noise ordinances. Fang gestured to a slightly quieter corner of the club. “Follow me.”
Margot followed, aware of her sensitive nipples gently grazing the fabric of her dress. Walking behind Fang through the crowd gave her a chance to survey his body—medium-sized, compact, strong. His sexuality seemed to ripple around him. Fang led her to a padded wall toward the back of the club, steering her into place by touching her hips gently, grazing against her in a way that made her want much more. Margot leaned against the wall and stared at Fang. His dark eyes glistened. Margot couldn’t speak. Fang dove for her neck, and she cried out involuntarily. Would he hurt her? His teeth were sharp against her skin but not drawing blood. Yet. Fang slid a hand under her dress, letting one finger graze her pussy. Then he gently pulled her thong so that the fabric slipped between her lips. She moaned, thrusting toward him.
This confrontation wasn’t going at all as planned.
Fang’s hard cock rested against her hip. Margot wanted him so ferociously she forgot to look around, to wonder if someone might see her. But it seemed she had disappeared into this world of vampires; she was one of them, and she could choose to follow their rules instead of her own. Feeling Fang against her, she made her choice. Tonight, she’d be a vampire.
Margot bit him back, this time on his hand, and sucked one of his fingers slowly. She bit again, harder and drew a little blood; he licked the droplets off his finger, letting the blood run down his chin. Fang slid her already short dress up, so that her pussy was exposed, and her ass cheeks pressed against the cool, resilient wall of the club. A quick rip, and her thong was gone. Fang slipped his cock out, rubbing the head against the slit of her cunt. Desire tore through her, and she spread her legs, inviting him in, damn the consequence. But Fang smiled and pulled back. “Wait.”
He found her clit with the head of his cock, rubbing gently. Margot’s clit throbbed in response, and his cock slid easily against her wetness, following the rhythm of the music around them. She felt her coming begin to gather, spreading through her thighs and belly. He slid up and down her pussy, but not inside. Sweet torture. “Fuck me,” Margot demanded, spreading her legs wider. “Please. Now.”
Fang smiled and shook his head. “It’s not time for you to come, my dear. After all, you’ve only just arrived.” He continued rubbing her clit with his cock as he spoke, and she felt her orgasm close. Just the sight of his dick, his hips thrusting toward hers, her exposed pussy in this room full of strangers, filled her with a crude, greedy lust she’d never experienced. Abruptly, Fang tucked his cock in and zipped his pants. “Let me introduce you to a friend.”
Shaky, confused, she let him guide her up a dank, lightless stairwell and up to the balcony above the dance floor. The woman who’d been fucked earlier sat, cocktail in hand, gazing down over the dancers below. Her chin-length black hair was in perfect order, the high cheekbones of her face and the her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the lights below. Her face was pale with white powder, lips black. She looked like a vampire sex goddess.
“This girl,” Fang said, pushing Margot toward the woman, “wants to be fucked.”
Margot turned to him, shaking her head, about to protest – no, she didn’t want a woman, she wanted Fang. She could still feel him against her clit; she ached to have him inside her. He smiled his sharp white smile. “Hush. I know what I’m doing. You are a very lucky girl. You’re meeting Vampire.”
Margot looked at the woman and back to him. “Yes,” the woman said. “The club is named for me.”
Margot didn’t know what to say or do, but Vampire was undeniably beautiful. Sexy. Margot wondered, suddenly, what Vampire’s pussy would taste like. Vampire read her mind. “Mmm, she’s not as disinterested as she seems,” Vampire laughed, and Fang joined her. “You’re allowed to stay,” Vampire told him, “as long as you don’t bother us.”
Fang sat down in a lounge chair nearby. “I wouldn’t dream of interrupting,” he said. “You know how I admire your work.”
Vampire stood up and walked close to Margot, stopping just a couple of inches away from her. Margot felt the heat radiating from Vampire’s body. “You want to be fucked? Sure.” Before Margot could respond, Vampire snaked a hand behind Margot’s head, wrapped Margot’s hair in her fingers so she couldn’t move, and kissed her.
The smooth, sweet feel of a woman’s mouth against hers came as a surprise. She hadn’t thought it would be so easy, that she would feel this turned on at the touch of another woman. Vampire’s tongue explored her own, and Margot felt their breasts touching. In a rush that overrode thought, she needed Vampire’s breast as fiercely as she’d wanted Fang’s cock just minutes before. Margot slid Vampire’s shoulder strap off and freed her breast from its corset. Vampire loosened her grip on Margot’s hair as Margot took her hard brown nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking Vampire’s beautifully rounded breast. Margot loosened the laces on Vampire’s dress, and it slid to the floor. Vampire stepped out of it wearing only her black high heels, garter, and stockings.
Somehow—Margot never quite knew how, later—her own dress came off, too. Vampire pushed her, naked, onto a wide, cushioned bench. “Spread your legs.”
Margot obeyed, and Vampire knelt in front of her, softly licking the insides of her thighs, working her way up slowly toward Margot’s cunt.
Beyond them, in the shadows, Fang watched. He didn’t touch his own cock, but stared with fierce intensity, as if memorizing the scene.
At the first touch of Vampire’s tongue on her pussy, Margot shrieked with surprise and a sharp pang of pleasure. This was nothing like the dumb lesbian porn she’d seen in college. Vampire understood Margot’s pleasure, and she took her time building it. She licked Margot’s inner lips, the opening of her pussy, her clit, her ass, swirling and circling Margot into peak after peak, pulling back just before Margot’s orgasm, teasing her as Fang had.
“Please please please fuck me,” Margot panted. “Please.” She felt Vampire’s smile against her cunt. Vampire’s fingers slipped inside her, smooth and knowing. Vampire sent waves after wave through Margot’s body as she fucked her, first slowly, then faster, slipping in one more finger, arcing her hand so that the coming radiated through Margot, Vampire’s tongue still lapping Margot’s clit. Margot’s first orgasm wracked her body, shocking her with its intensity. But Vampire kept fucking her, and she kept coming. Vampire fucked her harder and harder, one orgasm coming after another, pounding Margot’s pussy. Margot had never, never been fucked so well.
Finally, Vampire’s fingers slowed, she licked Margot slowly, catlike, and stopped. Margot could hardly raise her head, but with some effort she propped herself up on her arms and looked down at Vampire. Margot smiled, and Vampire smiled back. Vampire stood, leaving Margot naked on the bench, her legs spread, pussy dripping.
Fang stood up, unzipping his pants. “You’re allowed to stay,” he said to Margot.
Vampire bent over the balcony railing again, gazing down over the crowd below. A woman who had apparently just entered the club looked up and Vampire locked eyes with her as Fang slid his cock inside her from behind. Margot watched as he fucked her, hard, thrusting into her as Vampire had pounded Margot. But Margot didn’t have Fang’s will power. She let her fingers trail down to her own, wet pussy, slipping inside and then rubbing her clit as she watched, making herself come once more. Vampire braced herself against the railing, taking Fang’s cock deep, and Margot saw Vampire thrust back again and again as she came. Margot hoped she’d be allowed to lick Vampire’s wet pussy when they finished.
Then Fang pulled out, his cock still hard. He zipped his pants once again, smiled at both women, and made his way downstairs. Margot watched as he stepped from behind the bar and smiled, enigmatically, at the dazed new woman downstairs.