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Blood Offering Chapter 1

by Val White (e-mail val72@hotmail.com)

copyright May, 1998


I remember the day I first told my wife I was bisexual. 

We had gotten into the habit of renting a porno flick every second 
or third Saturday and using it as a prelude to some serious 
lovemaking later in the evening. Inevitably, several of the films 
had one or two scenes where two guys would team up on one girl, 
one getting a blowjob while the other rode her from behind. 

These were usually my favorite part of the movie. I would 
fantasize that it was Gail (my wife) sandwiched between me and 
some hot stud that I had picked up on one of my infrequent forays 
to the gay bars of the city. My fantasy would stray from the normal 
plot line when our partner would pull his dick out of Gail’s hot 
snatch and stick it in my mouth. I would greedily suck my wife’s 
pussy juice off his cock and then he’d drop a huge load of cum in 
my mouth at the same time that I shot my wad down Gail’s throat. 
I would then lovingly french kiss Gail, swapping the delicious 
semen from mouth to mouth.

Unfortunately, the movies we rented were of much more standard 
fare. The scene always ended (after maybe one or two changes in 
position) with one guy cumming over the girl’s ass, and the other 
painting her face.

One day we were watching a lesbian scene and I asked Gail if she 
had ever though about making love to another woman.

“Sometimes,” she answered. “Not that I’m a lesbian or anything, 
but more because I know how horny you’d get watching.” She 
blushed as she added “And maybe I’m a little bit curious.”

Wow! That was not the response I had been expecting. I couldn’t 
let this opportunity pass. “You’re right that it would be an 
incredible turn on for me. I’d love to see you making out with 
another woman and maybe even joining in. How curious are you?”

“Oh, I could never actually do it!” she exclaimed. “I mean, it’s just 
a fantasy. I’d probably hate it if I tried it.”

“But you might not. You’ll never know unless you try.”

She looked at me with a smirk. “Ok, I’ll tell you what. I’ll make it 
with you and a woman if you make it with me and a man.”

Her jaw dropped to the floor when I said “You’re on!”

“But, but, but…” she stammered. “I mean, you’d have to have sex 
with the guy if you expect me to have sex with the woman.”

“No problem,” I answered. “I never told you this, but back in my 
late teens and during college I used to swing both ways.” I then 
told her a little lie. “After I met you, I stopped seeing men.” No 
sense in pushing my luck at this point. In actual fact, I went 
cruising for some action maybe two or three times a year, when I 
got an irresistible craving for some cock. “I’ve missed that part of 
my sex life and would love to start it up again.”

I could almost see the gears turning as she absorbed this shocking 
news. After a few seconds, she looked at me with a nervous smile 
and asked “Will you go first? I mean, will you bring a guy home 
first?”

“If that’s what you want. Is next weekend ok?”

We then had an incredible night of sex as we described to each 
other the different positions and situations we were looking 
forward to with our future partners. Ever since then, about once a 
month or so, one of us goes out to pick up a gay guy or lesbian 
with a sense of adventure, or a true bisexual, for a night of wild 
fucking, sucking, and general debauchery. Gail has learned that her 
curiosity was actually the stirrings of a deep love of pussy. She 
now enjoys the nights where we have a woman as much as the 
nights with a second man.

That’s why I was walking into The Chain Male on that cold 
Saturday in November. We had decided that we were due for a 
threesome involving a guy, so I was out on the prowl for a willing 
partner. As usual, I was a little nervous as I stepped through the 
door. The Chain Male was not my type of bar, but it served 
tonight’s purpose perfectly. It was a gathering place for the young, 
macho queers of the city. It’s main reason for being seemed to be 
as a place to display your wares, much like a butcher shop 
window.

As the door closed behind me, I looked around the place. There 
were a few couples on the dance floor and a smattering of men at 
the tables and the bar. I looked at my watch; 8:30, a little early yet. 
I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer as I sat down. I took a 
small drink as I swiveled my seat to look around the place. There 
was a couple on the dance floor that looked good; if they weren’t 
together, maybe I could approach one a little later. A guy at a 
nearby table smiled at me but I just let my gaze glide past him; he 
looked to be twenty pounds overweight. No use on “settling” this 
early in the night. Maybe if I didn’t get lucky in the next couple of 
hours. There was a guy at the end of the bar who was a definite 
possibility. I decided to wait to see what the cute dancers did when 
they left the floor and then pick my first candidate.

About twenty minutes later the two dancers left the floor holding 
hands and went to a dark corner of the bar. Oh well. I turned to 
confirm that the guy at the end of the bar was still there. I was 
taking the last pull on my beer before getting up and trying my 
luck when a man sat next to me.

“Can I buy you another?” he asked.

I gave him an appraising look. He was a little older than the guys I 
usually picked up, maybe thirty or so. He was ruggedly handsome 
with black hair, contrasted by an unusually pale complexion and 
dressed in jeans, a black T-shirt and a tweed sports coat. The T-
shirt was tight, accentuating his muscular chest and stomach. He 
had full, red lips that seemed to be made for sucking cock. A very 
handsome package indeed, but there was something unsettling 
about him. I almost rejected his offer, but as I looked into his deep 
blue eyes, I thought to myself I’d be a fool to pass up this hunk.

“Sure,” I said.

He ordered us each a beer, and then we talked about 
inconsequential things for half an hour or so. I told him my name 
was Greg and that I worked for a software development company. 
I learned that his name was Kirk and that he worked for Bayer in 
their blood products division. He smiled when I told him that 
sounded ghoulish. He had a beautiful smile that almost made me 
forget my lingering misgivings.

I was still uneasy about him, but had decided there was no basis 
for it and that I’d be crazy to miss this opportunity to get such a 
handsome man this early in the evening. I was just about to try to 
steer the conversation towards women when he surprised me by 
asking “Are you married?”

I had been asked some strange questions in The Chain Male, but 
that was a new one. “Actually, yes, I am,” I answered. “Does that 
bother you?”

“Not at all. I enjoy the company of women as much as I enjoy the 
company of men,” replied Kirk.

“I was going to try to be a little subtle about this, but I don’t really 
see the point anymore. Would you like to join me and my wife for 
a threesome tonight?”

“That sounds delightful,” he answered as he placed a hand lightly 
on my knee. A shiver went up and down my spine at the contact. It 
was a feeling of intense sexual excitement, but I couldn’t help but 
worry that there appeared to be an element of fear in it as well. I 
shrugged it off as we got up to leave.

We left the bar and hailed a cab. We snuggled and exchanged 
some light kisses in the back seat as we made our way to my 
apartment. When we arrived there, I let us in and called out “Gail, 
I’m home!”

Gail came out of the bedroom wearing a sexy little black teddy. I 
could see her pink nipples through the lacy material. I looked at 
Kirk and grinned when I saw him staring hungrily at my wife. I 
said “Gail, I’d like you to meet Kirk. Kirk, this is my wife, Gail.”

Gail was obviously pleased with my selection for the night. I could 
see her nipples harden as she looked at the fine specimen in front 
of her. She stepped forward and slipped her arms around Kirk’s 
waist and raised her face to him. Kirk kissed her deeply and put his 
hands on Gail’s shapely ass. My reservations about Kirk were 
beginning to disappear as I began to look forward to the night’s 
fun.

“Let me take your coat,” I said as the two broke apart. When I 
turned from the closet, Gail had already removed Kirk’s T-shirt 
and was unbuttoning his pants. I admired his muscular build. I was 
pleasantly surprised to see that he didn’t have much body hair. I 
had expected to see a hirsute body. I undressed as Gail continued 
to strip him. He was soon down to his underwear. I could see a 
large bulge in the front of his shorts. Gail knelt down in front of 
him and began massaging his cock through the cotton fabric.

I pulled off my own underwear and walked up behind him. I 
pressed my own hardening cock against Kirk’s ass as I reached in 
front and joined my wife in rubbing his man meat. His cock was 
starting to stiffen. It felt to be a big one.

Gail pulled down his underpants and I felt his velvety smooth cock 
shaft in my hand. He was almost fully erect. My wife got up and as 
she removed her teddy Kirk turned around and took me in his 
muscular arms. We kissed, sucking each other’s tongues hungrily.

He looked into my eyes with an intense gaze and I felt that he was 
searching my soul. He said to me “May I have your wife?”

I tried to laugh off the strange question as an eccentricity of a 
strange man, but somehow I knew that this was a very serious 
moment. I returned his stare and thought very hard about saying 
no. As I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt compelled to say yes. 
I struggled to bring my tumbling mind into some sort of order, but 
heard myself say “She is yours.”

He said “Thank you” before kissing me deeply once again.

Gail put her arms around us as we continued to kiss. I felt her hand 
on my ass as she flicked her tongue at the juncture of our mouths. 
Kirk pulled away from me and began leaving a trail of kisses down 
my chin, my neck, my chest, then my stomach. My turgid tool 
ached to feel his lips, but as he got below my navel, he switched 
over to Gail. I decided to join him.
 
I knelt down next to him as he began licking my wife through her 
panties. I kissed his cheek as he pulled at the thin cotton material 
with his teeth. He stuck a finger under the edge of the crotch and I 
heard Gail moan as he touched her sex. When he pulled his hand 
away we both eagerly licked at it. I could taste Gail’s cunt cream 
on his finger. He then slowly pulled her panties down revealing her 
clean shaven twat. I never tire of looking at my wife’s pussy. I 
watched as Kirk extended his tongue to penetrate the folds of 
Gail’s beautiful quim. He licked her for a few seconds before 
turning to kiss me. I could taste Gail on his tongue.

“I want to fuck you” he said as he looked at me.

Without a further word, we got up and made our way to the 
bedroom. Somehow I knew what he would want and I lay down on 
the bed on my back. As I pulled my knees up to my chest, Kirk 
looked at Gail and said “Lick his ass for me.”

Gail knelt on the bed and began rimming my anus. I felt her hot 
tongue running up and down my butt crack. As she crossed over 
my puckered bud, she would linger and prod at the opening. Soon I 
was slick with her saliva.

“Now wet my cock.”

Gail then went to work on Kirk’s eight inches of pulsing pecker. I 
watched as the purple glans disappeared between her red lips. Kirk 
through his head back and sighed as more and more of his steely 
shaft penetrated her hungry mouth. Soon, she had her nose buried 
in his pubic hair.

Kirk pulled out of my wife’s mouth and positioned himself over 
me with his tumescent tool pressing against the opening to my shit 
chute. I felt his organ against me as he bore down with more and 
more weight. Suddenly, his mushroom head forced my sphincter 
open and I felt him inside of me. I shuddered as though I had been 
invaded by a ghost. I shrugged off the strange feeling as the 
pleasure of having my bowels filled by the dong of a handsome 
man suffused my body.

Slowly, he lowered himself down until his entire cock was buried 
in my dark love tunnel. Gail lay down on the bed next to me and 
began kissing me as Kirk began sliding his cock in and out of my 
rectum. I reached around and grabbed his buttocks and pulled him 
down in the hope of getting an extra millimeter of his steely shaft 
into me. I groaned with pleasure as he continued to fuck my ass.

Something compelled me to tear myself away from Gail’s 
searching tongue and look deep into those entrancing blue eyes. As 
I stared into those bottomless pools, I saw Kirk smile. That was 
when I noticed his canine teeth. They seemed to be growing longer 
and sharper right before my eyes. He leaned down and licked 
Gail’s neck. “Are you sure you give her to me?” he asked.

At this point, I knew I should say no. But there was no way I could. 
His prick filled my ass and his eyes sucked my soul. I said “Yes, 
take her. I give her to you!”

Once again, he thanked me. I looked at Gail and realized she was 
under Kirk’s spell more than I was. She pulled her hair off her 
neck and positioned her left cheek against my right temple. Her 
neck was directly over my face. Kirk leaned down as he continued 
to pummel my anus with his fuckstick. His tongue darted out to 
flick against Gail’s exposed neck directly above my face. I 
watched, fascinated, as he began to suck on her flesh just under her 
jaw. He pulled away maybe a half inch and opened his mouth 
wide. I saw his long teeth penetrate my wife’s flesh and the blood 
pool up around them. His lips quickly closed and I could see him 
sucking her life blood away.

I was both repelled and excited by the incredible site in front of 
me. My logical mind told me that this was some sick weirdo who 
got off on drinking blood, but some inner part of me knew that 
Kirk was a real vampire. I knew I should be reacting violently tot 
he situation, but all I felt was growing excitement as I watched 
some of my wife’s blood escape Kirk’s hungry mouth and run 
down her neck. I licked at it and felt the heat of Gail’s being in the 
fluid.

I could feel Kirk’s cock grow larger as the life was drained from 
Gail. I thrilled in the feel of Kirk’s lovepole sliding in and out of 
my ass as I watched Gail’s face grow paler. I could feel her body 
going slack and knew she only had moments left. If there was any 
possibility of saving her it had to be now. Part of me was shocked 
as I thought to myself that it would feel so much better to have 
Kirk’s seed spurt into me if Gail was dead.

I did nothing. Soon, I felt Gail’s body go completely slack. Just as 
it did, Kirk pulled his mouth away from her neck. I saw her hot 
blood running down his chin as he let out a primal roar. I felt the 
head of his cock swell in my bowels and knew he was going to 
cum. He leaned down and kissed me as I felt the first spurt of his 
jism in my ass. I could taste Gail’s life in his mouth and sucked 
hungrily at it. He continued to shoot large gobs of lightning in my 
ass and I felt my own sack contract as the seed boiled up from my 
nuts. I let out a muffled yell into Kirk’s mouth as my own man 
juice erupted.

As our orgasms subsided, I could feel the stickiness of my semen 
between our stomachs. Kirk pulled his deflating organ from my 
ass. The enormity of what had just transpired was just beginning to 
hit me. I didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or try to kill this 
monster who had just murdered my beautiful wife.

As I struggled with my emotions, I felt Gail stir beside me. She 
turned to look at me and Kirk. She licked a drop of her own blood 
from the corner of Kirk’s mouth and I felt her body shiver with 
pleasure. She looked at me and said “Thank you for giving me to 
the Master. Will you serve us, or will you die?”

I knew that she would not hesitate to suck the life from my veins if 
I did not agree to serve them. Strangely, the threat did not bother 
me in the least. At that moment, I would have felt cheated if I was 
not given the opportunity to serve these two monsters.

So began my life of servitude.




If you liked this story, you can get more by the same author at 
ftp://ftp.asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Val_White/val.html 
or
http://sex.freebies.com/val
or e-mail me with your comments at val72@hotmail.com


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