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Ladies Of The Night {MFF, Vampire}
By Belle Chandra
Belinda looked at the middle-age man sitting across from her in his car;
he was slightly overweight, with balding grey hair, penetrating dark
eyes that now had a gleam of sexual lust. They were parked in a
deserted alleyway, off one of San Francisco´s sex-and-sin streets; it
was a common spot for business transactions, providing the john
couldn´t afford a motel room. "So mister, pay first, service second.
You know the drill?"
"Yeah, sure do. You girls getting younger every day, you don´t look
hardly legal."
"I´m seventeen," she lied, being only sixteen. "Show me the money, huh?"
Belinda wiggled around, trying to pull the hem of her black leather
mini-skirt down a little. Her long, slender legs in the fish-net
stockings were cramped in the car, and the tall high-heels were killing
her feet. But she did feel the slightest tingle of sexual anticipation
- she loved the power of her sex, how she could get the johns nearly
helpless with her highly skilled expertise.
The john leaned forward,
reached out to tentatively touch her long red wavy hair, studying her
creamy complexion, the wide green eyes. "You're a doll, you know it? Let
me see your titties, just a glimpse, then I´ll give you the cash."
Belinda sighed, as if put upon, but lifted her tightly-fitted leather
top, letting her full, bounteous breasts spill forward, always braless.
The cool night air hit her naked skin, make her nipples erect and she
saw the john´s eyes widen, his lips part, the tip of his tongue appear,
almost drooling with anticipation. She quickly pulled her top back
down and said, "Where´s the cash, and we´ll get down to it. You ready,
huh?"
He groaned, put a hand to his crotch, where he rubbed the massive
erection bulging between his legs, pressing against his zippered
crotch. "You got it. I want it." He pulled his wallet out and said,
"Here you go, twenty bucks, right?"
"You just want a blow job, that all? Cause for more, it´ll cost you."
Belinda felt her pussy throb with that famillure feeling, her cunt
getting wet; this was her first trick of the night, and contrary to
what some pros said about not being aroused, she always felt the high
of arousal - but perhaps it was more from the powerful hold she had
over the men, than the actual sex its self. She loved knowing she was
in control...and for one brief moment, she had a flashback to her
helplessness as her step-dad had first raped her, when she was only
twelve. Shaking her head to rid it of the image, she vowed she´d NEVER
be powerless again!
The john was holding out the cash with one hand, and unzipping with the
other, his erection springing out, rigid and exposed. She took the
cash, stuffed it in her tiny purse, then slid over close to the man,
letting her hand reach for his hard-on, putting a finger at the tip
where pre-cum oozed. He groaned, "Oooh, that feels damn good. I
want you to suck me off good. Wife never will, thinks it´s...disgusting.
Hey baby, you ever seen such a big one?" Belinda tossed her hair over a
shoulder, leaned forward, her hand grasping his hot, throbbing flesh...
beginning to manipulate it slowly, making the oozing wetness increase
from the sensitive tip. The man stopped her from moving down, his hand
on her chin, asking, "Can I...kiss you? You're so beautiful, baby-flesh
almost..."
She shook her head adamantly, said firmly, "Nope. No kissing, no
fondling of my body, that'll cost more. Just a blow job, that´s our
deal."
He asked, "How much more would it cost...?"
"Twenty more for fondling my body, fifty for full nakedness, the kissing,
if we take more than thirty minutes, it goes up." Belinda loved this,
the feeling of control, her hand stroking him and yet knowing that she
controlled the timing, making him hunger and ache for more. She suddenly
removed her hand, and he gasped, letting her chin go, leaning back,
begging, "Just do it, suck me...that´s what I want, all I can afford."
She leaned down, her mouth making shocking contact with his thick,
throbbing erection, tilting her head so that it stayed clear of the
steering wheel, now licking the cock-tip, tonguing the ridge beneath,
making him lift his hips slightly, groan and grunt, exclaim, "Jesus
Christ, that´s damn good!"
Belinda teased him for a moment, building his excitement, feeling
how the head swelled almost to bursting beneath her skilled
manipulations, hearing him grunting and thrusting up, wanting her to
take it fully into her mouth. She stalled, licking and caressing his
erection, up and down the long, thick shaft, feeling his excitement
making her excited too; she wished she could touch her teeming pussy,
but instead she felt the contact of the thin g-string she wore
beneath her bikini panties riding into her crotch, teasing her clit and
she began to sway slightly, feeling the motion make her hot. Suddenly
she devoured the man´s massive erection, her mouth swallowing him as
deeply as possible, shoving the head into her throat as she angled her
head to capture him fully. He rose up, giving a deep, guttural cry and
began to fuck her face, his voice rough as he urged, "Fuck it, fuck me
with your mouth, suck it baby, yeah!"
She fucked him, her mouth going up and down, working harder and harder
to make his ride fast, faster and he bucked beneath her, rising and
falling, his breathing coming quickly now, rasping and speechless as
she consumed him, her mouth meeting his crotch-hair, swallowing and
making her throat close over his hard erection, feeling the swelling,
his imminent moment of engorgement, then the hot, salty cum starting to
shoot into her throat, loads of it, some dribbling back into her mouth,
out over her lips. He was climaxing hard, his whole body rigid, his
pelvis lifted forward, her head pressing against the steering wheel,
but she brought him off totally, sucking and sucking for the last drop!
Then slowly rising from him as his penis began to go slack. He was
still stunned from the pleasure he'd just received, his body beginning
to relax, but his eyes were on her face as she licked the cum off her
lips, swallowing it.
She felt her pussy throbbing for release, but tried to put it aside,
not wanting to let go in front of the john. She grinned and said, "I work
this corner weekends, maybe we´ll do this again."
The man´s eyes were glazed with lust as he nodded, saying in a whipped
voice, "Jesus, I've never had a better blow job. You give good head, damn
sure do. Yeah, I´ll look for you again. Want to give me your name?"
She said simply, "Belinda." Then slipped from the car, leaned back in
the window and said, "I am on the corner after dark, Friday and Saturday
nights." Then seeing the man´s leering gaze at her, she knew she had
him 'hooked.´ He´ll be back, a regular. And that was what she wanted,
what she depended upon.
* * * * * *
The night was cool, foggy, a typical San Francisco night, and the street
was alive with the decadent, dark sexuality that thrived in murky bars,
neon lights, skin shows and secluded alleyways. Belinda stood for a few
moments on her corner, seeing another gal on the next block, a hooker
with bleached blond hair and voluptuous curves clad in red,
crotch-riding short-shorts and revealing red lace bikini top. She´d
noticed the gal several nights ago, no doubt new. Belinda thought back
to when she´d only been here a week, how she´d had to stake out her
territory - after arriving at the bus depot and being propositioned by a
pimp. Getting around him hadn´t been easy, but she´d managed fine. She
was tough, street-wise, having run away from home at fourteen (after
her step-dad had fucked her regularly from the first time at twelve).
She always carried a concealed switch-blade, and a razorblade sewn
inside her leather skirt. Belinda had prided herself on staying alive
and safe; she didn´t do drugs, and never allowed a pimp to own her. One
day, she wanted to get out of this life... "You having a good night?"
Belinda turned at the sound of the smooth, seductive female voice to see
a tall, raven-haired woman peering at her. She had not heard the
approach of footsteps, and was puzzled...but sometimes the fog did
muffle noises. "It´s slow," she said, wondering if this was
competition? The woman moved in front of her, and Belinda saw that she
was dressed elegantly, but provocatively - had on a calf-length,
form-fitting suede skirt that was split up the side to reveal a flash
of her shapely leg. A brown blouse with a high collar set off her pale,
pale face...red-lipsticked full lips that were smiling beneath dark,
piercing eyes studying her. Something about the woman made her uneasy,
and she asked, "I don´t believe I´ve seen you around?" "No, I don´t
work the streets. Not anymore." The woman lifted a hand, gestured
vaguely. "Seedy, this neighborhood. Wouldn´t you like something better?"
Belinda went on alert: Was this a pimp´s proposal through a hooker? But
as if reading her mind the woman said in the smooth voice, "I am not
working for a pimp. I run a high-class call girl service, and I´ve seen
you around. You could join us, have it a lot better." Shaking her
head, Belinda stated, "Nope. Not me. I work for no one, just myself."
"It´s not exactly what you´re thinking. You get to keep ALL your
profits. It´s just a place to work, have space for the johns." She
smiled again. "Much better clientele, better earnings too." That did
interest Belinda. She looked closely at the woman; there was something
still vaguely disturbing about her - almost a strange glow surrounding
her presence. And that ghastly white makeup...it made her face seem
almost ghoulish. But perhaps it was something she did to attract
certain johns. Belinda said, "I´m listening." The woman replied, "My
name is Rowan. Why don´t you come on over and take a look at our place,
see what you think." She hesitated, staring deeply into Belinda´s eyes,
and for a moment, it was as if Belinda was transfixed. "No obligation,
just a visit." Oddly, Belinda found herself nodding, agreeing and
starting to trail the woman down the street, where a snazzy black
Jaquar was parked. As they got into the expensive car, Belinda thought
that if Rowan made the kind of money to afford this car, then perhaps
she WAS interested in this offer, after all.
* * * * * *
When they pulled up to one of the magnificent Victorian houses in the
exclusive hillside neighborhood, Belinda was even more impressed. She
followed Rowan up the sidewalk, across the porch, into the
house...glittering with restored grandeur.
Stunned, Belinda stood just inside the door, gaping at the high-ceilings
and gleaming hardwood floors, the collection of antique furniture,
burnished brass and curving stairway that led up to a second floor. Off
to her left was a closed door, but she could hear subtle laughter,
guttural groans and noises that suggested sexual activities. On her
right was an open door, through which she could see several beautiful,
well-dressed young women lounging around on velvet-sofas and armchairs.
Rowan invited her along the hallway, then into a small room at the back
of the house; it was more modest, seeming to be an office with desk,
bookshelves, computer, file cabinets. Gesturing to a chair, Rowan said,
"Sit down a minute, and we´ll discuss the details. I assume you like
what you´ve seen so far?" Belinda nodded, feeling trashy in her
street-hooking outfit. She tried to feign a callus attitude, but feared
it wasn´t working. As she sat in the chair, she noticed that there was
a sudden change in Rowan - her face became a little more animated, and
she leaned very close to Belinda, inhaling, as if to capture her scent.
She put a cool finger on Belinda´s cheek, asking, "You are aroused,
yes?"
And it was true, Belinda´s arousal from earlier had not entirely abated.
And the blunt remark had the effect of making her clit throb
convulsively. Unable to deny it, she nodded, then felt the cool
fingertip trace her lips as Rowan knelt down, very close to her, and
asked in a husky voice, "Ever been with a woman?" Shaking her head,
Belinda thought back to how she´d always wondered what it would be like
- and some of the johns had often requested a threesome, her and
another woman with them. But she had not trusted any other female
hooker, so had never had that experience. "Uh, I...never really had the
opportunity." Rowan smiled that suggestive smile, running the tip of
her red tongue over her full lips, saying, "Ah, then you have no
objection?" Suddenly Belinda wondered if THAT was the purpose of
this...a pickup, a trick for Rowan with her? She blurted out, "No...but
is that why you brought me here, you want to be with me?"
Rowan shook her head, said, "Not exactly." She paused, leaned even
closer, so close her warm breath touched Belinda´s face. "But I find
you very desirable and delicious. Here, we service the males, but in
our...free time, we indulge our own desires for lesbian tastes."
Belinda felt her face getting hot, but her pussy was steaming. She
imagined what it might be like to have sex with this cool, aloof
raven-haired older woman...and that made her almost tremble with
anticipation. Strangely, she felt incredibly attracted to Rowan - but
in more than just a purely sexual, physical way. It was as if the woman
had a powerful, almost hypnotic allure...especially as she stared
steadily into Belinda´s eyes. Mesmerized, Belinda was unable to move.
And oddly, she knew that she was not in control with this woman - but
her very helplessness increased her lustful craving. When Rowan
reached forward, one hand cupping Belinda´s sensitive breast, a spark
of fire leapt between them. Belinda heard herself beg, "Oh yes, touch
me, please!"
Rowan lifted the tight-fitted leather top, pulling it over Belinda´s
head, and leaving her naked to the waist. Belinda´s full, swollen
breasts stood out prominently, the nipples achingly hard, and she
thrust her body forward, crying, "Touch me, please!" Rowan´s dark eyes
never left Belinda´s, holding her spellbound as Rowan moved forward,
her mouth going to the erect nipples, starting to tease, nibble, and
then suck in the hard orbs, licking and sucking, making Belinda strain
forward and arch her body into Rowan´s embrace. They stood, and were
face-to-face, Rowan´s hand at the back of Belinda´s neck, urging her
forward and their mouths met, began to kiss, lips opening, tongues
mingling, the kiss deepening as Belinda moaned, pressing her body into
Rowan´s, eager and burning with need. She begged between kisses, "God,
help me, I´ve never...been....I need it, need something, touch
me...ohhh, touch me down there, please!" And then, suddenly, Rowan
pulled away, only her cool fingertips lingering on Belinda´s tight,
hard nipples. "Soon, very soon. For now, you must follow me upstairs.
Come, come..."
Trancelike, Belinda followed Rowan out of the office, along the hallway,
up the winding stairway...totally unaware of the two young women who
came out of the large room and trailed along after them as they went
toward a bedroom along the second floor corridor. The women had an
evil, sinful gleam in their lust-glazed eyes, their lips parted to
reveal sharp, lethal fangs...
* * * * * *
Belinda barely noticed the cavernous bedroom lit with candles. It was
as if she felt luminous all through her body, afire, trembling with a
searing sexual heat that made her willing to follow helplessly. She´d
been aroused with the john earlier, but had never felt this peculiar
weakness for surrendering; all she wanted was to be with Rowan, to have
the voluptuous older woman possess her, to do her bidding. Rowan
remained close to Belinda, leading her across the oriental carpet,
holding her damp hand, squeezing it reassuringly, stroking the palm and
saying, "Yes, come, come to the throne of desire, where you will fall
beneath my spell, bewitched."
Massive, ponderous antique furniture, a dresser, wardrobe, long sofa,
wingchairs were arranged against the rose-patterned wallpaper, shadows
flickering from the many candles. At the far end sat an enormous oaken
poster-bed with carven lion´s features at top and bottom, a sheer
burgundy fabric obscuring the bed. Rowen went forward, pulled back the
material, showing Belinda that the purple satin sheets were turned
back, ready for them.
Entranced, Belinda stood there motionless. Yet she was so wet that she
felt the flow on her leg, running from her cunt; and with each of
Rowan´s touches, a light press of hand, a finger on her lips...she was
so near climax that she could barely contain it. She managed to ask,
"What do you...want of me?" Rowan leaned forward, took both her swollen
breasts in her hands, lightly cupping and kneading them, bringing tears
of pleasure to Belinda´s eyes. Rowan´s fingertips playing with the
erect nipples, feather-light touches, the merest hint of pressure and
then retreating. Belinda moaned, rolling her eyes in her head, nearly
faint with desire...she´d never experienced anything remotely like
this.
Rowan told her to close her eyes, and then Belinda felt hands undressing
her, pulling her tight skirt down over her hips, whispery voices all
around her, making her curious. But she kept her eyes shut, for Rowan
said, "Don´t peek, now, just stay still, lovely, innocent one. Soon we
shall pleasure you beyond measure."
When she was pressed back, then down on the cool satin sheets, Belinda
sank into the soft mattress without resistance. Then there were more
whispery noises, the low hum of female voices, the swish of fabric,
perhaps clothing being removed...and then, Belinda felt the moist,
sweet sensation of sucking at her breasts. Opening her eyes, she saw
Rowan astraddle of her naked body, thin, strong thighs on either side
of her, slender white, nude body lowered over her own, mouth open,
sucking on her engorged breasts, tongue licking, licking and flicking
around her painfully hard nipples. "Ooooh," Belinda moaned, "that makes
me...need..." Rowan raised up, stared into her eyes, concluding, "need
to be touched on your sex."
"God yes!" Belinda writhed, her body lifting, her flat stomach making
contact with Rowan´s shaven pussy, the swollen clit red with fiery
tenderness. For a moment, Rowen rubbed it against Belinda´s flesh, her
eyes staring with an intent, but abstracted vision. Gradually, Belinda
realized that Rowan was not getting the same pleasure as she was...but
it didn´t matter, all she wanted was to surrender, to be conquered.
As if reading her thoughts, Rowan suddenly lay flat atop her, breasts to
breasts, and rubbed her body...suggestively humping, their mounds
striking, making Belinda cry out with passionate ecstasy. She was on
the very verge of climax, when Rowan moved off her, getting up, leaving
the bed. Stunned, Belinda sat up, her hand going automatically to her
aching clit, about to rub it, to masturbate when Rowan commanded
harshly, "No. Don´t touch yourself!" Belinda stopped, going utterly
still. Then she became aware of the other women, one on either side of
the bed, staring raptly at her. One was a beautiful young blonde; the
other was a thin, severe-featured brunette. Rowan said, "These girls
live here too, and they want to welcome you." Again, Belinda was
shocked at the thrill of excitement that pulsated through her body; it
was extremely erotic, sitting there naked and aroused, seeing the
women´s eyes devouring her with their hungry gaze. "I´ll do...whatever
you want."
Rowan told her to lie down, spread her legs, and then commanded the
blonde, "Nicole, lie down beside her," which she did, getting very
close, her cool skin against the hot, sensitive skin of Belinda. The
other girl, who Rowan called 'Lela´ did the same on the other side of
her. At Rowan´s command, the girls began to stroke and fondle Belinda,
bringing her instantly to a fever-pitch of intensity. She could hardly
breathe, only moan and beg for one of them to touch her aching, swollen
clit that protruded from her red bush. The slippery wetness between her
legs felt like gushing rapids, and Nicole kept dipping a finger in it,
then slathering moisture up and down her inner thighs...driving Belinda
mad with prolonged arousal.
All at once, Rowan started blowing out the candles; within moments, the
room was almost entirely in darkness. Belinda´s eyes could not adjust
to the darkness, and she was at the mercy of the fingers and hands, the
mouths moving over her nude body, realizing that these women were so
abnormally cool-skinned...wondering why they weren´t as hot, lathered
with sweat, as frenzied as she was. Her breasts felt so painfully
swollen, the nipples sore from the constant sucking, licking...but
then, as she begged again for release, she felt something hard at her
crotch, something certainly NOT of human flesh. It felt rubbery, stiff,
and damp, a round tip...trying to see, Belinda could only make out
shadowy forms of the women, a spill of moonlight from parted curtains
illuminating the bed.
Rowan´s voice came then, close to her ear. "Close your eyes, just feel
this, it makes it so much better in the dark." Belinda did so, and lay
very still, while her whole body ached with the tremendous, tumultuous
sensations of exquisite arousal. She felt her breasts being suckled
again, and thought it was Rowan there now...her nipples were drawn,
pulled, kissed, sucked, licked and then, bitten lightly, which hurt at
first...but then, gave her intense pleasure. The pain increased though,
and she felt the other two kissing her all over, their tongues running
up and down the length of her body. One girl was down between her legs,
and oh God, now moving up, up, tongue at the tip of her budding,
throbbing clit... Belinda screamed, "Oh please, please do it!"
The blissful feeling of the tongue on her clit, the stroking up and
down, up and down started...it nearly drove her mad, the sheer pleasure
of that first touch, and she arched up off the bed, crying out, "Fuck
me, fuck me, please!" At that moment, the rigid instrument was inserted
into her cunt in one hard, swift move that brought a wild, searing,
flooding pleasure all through her; she bucked forward, pressed down,
wanting it as deep as possible. Vaguely, she was aware of her breasts
still being suckled, her nipples bitten...and then, a piercing pain
beneath one breast, which almost took her breath away. But before she
could protest, the pain melted into a kind of savage stimulus,
shattering her with its beautiful rapture. Her mind went into a spin,
and all sensations were intensified a thousand times, the probing rod
in her cunt felt enormous, filling her with glorious rapturous spasms
as she felt it plunging in and out, the biting on her nipples felt like
excruciating pinpoints of ecstasy, her body one flowing, melting
volcano of tormented bliss. The eruption of pain and pleasure blotted
out all thought, and she was lost to the moment of intensity...a
feeling of surging, singing wildness flooded her mind with visions of
dark skies and flickering starlight.
Rising up off the bed, she felt her climax begin in the depth of her
being, spreading outward, lifting her and pounding her, pulling and
tugging her higher, higher ... the hands, the mouths, the lips, the
tongues all over her, licking, caressing, doing vulgar things down
there, fingers rubbing her clit as she soared and screamed of
mind-numbing rapture. Obliquely, she saw through half-closed eyes that
Rowan was lying atop her, her mouth beneath the pained breast, clinging
to her as if for life itself. An alien fear mingled with her wild
ecstasy, but it only served to revive the dying climax; another started,
blossoming and flowering through her clit, throughout her pelvis, her
body, a finger still stroking and provoking yet another and another
climax, bringing her off again and again, the long, hard object still
inserted and being moved slowly, slowly in and out as she came
repeatedly. She lost count of the multi-orgasms, had never known she
was capable of such fantastic feats of endurance, repeated climaxes
battering her body, her clit atremble with readiness, over and
over...into near oblivion. She was getting so weak, her body still
pulsating with the painful orgasms...but she was close to fainting when
finally Rowan lifted her head away from her breast, and moved back.
Rowan´s face was deep in shadow, and Belinda was too exhausted to see
the glinting evil satisfaction of satiated blood lust...the red
droplets still clinging to her full, ripe lips as she whispered, "Rest
now, my love. Soon you will be one of us...ladies of the night."
* * * * * *
Sometimes later that night, Belinda awoke to the feeling of light
caresses over her nude body. Before she could think straight, she was
highly aroused again, her sex stimulated, swollen between her legs. She
began to beg for touch down there, for she felt as if an orgasm was
close. But again, she was denied. Daring to open her eyes, Belinda
could barely see in the dim moonlight...but finally realized that Rowan
was suckling at her breast again. Beside her, she also felt the form of
the two girls; they must have all fallen asleep, and then awoke to
seduce her yet again. Giving in to the ecstasy coursing through her
body, she let them fondle and caress her...suddenly feeling the hard
object teasing at her cunt. She spread her legs, begging for it, and
the object slid in smoothly, filling her emptiness...as the hands moved
over her sensitive skin, making her body tremble with near convulsive
stimulation.
The piercing pain came again beneath her breast, at the same instant as
her other breast nipple was bitten hard; the wild, keening pain hit
her, but then it suddenly turned into that misty, dreamy floating
sensation. The carnal manipulations continued, tongues licking between
her thighs, all the way to her feet, her toes being sucked, and all the
time, climax so near she could hardly endure the need to relieve it.
When finally a touch fell upon her clit, she bucked up high, started to
cum hard, her body almost convulsing with orgasmic spasms, over and
over, one after the other until she couldn´t make a sound, only succumb
to the battering orgasms that crashed through her body. When at last
Rowan took her mouth away from Belinda´s breast, she went up to her
lips, saying, "Taste this, love, it will make you feel strong again."
At the first sip of blood, a powerful burst of rapture revived Belinda;
she felt it course through her body, renewing her energy, vibrating
hotly in her clit, climax thrilling her again, and again, each of
Rowan´s kisses deeper, her tongue going into her mouth, down deeper,
sealing her fate...as Belinda´s body rose up, up to meet Rowan´s thirst
to possess her. Heart fluttering, eyes unfocused, Belinda looked
through a veil of shadow as Rowan lifted her head, then went down,
down...her long, snakelike, forked tongue flicking out to enflame
Belinda´s swollen, thick clit. At the first touch, Belinda screamed out,
louder and louder, "Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me with it, pleaaaase fuck me,
tongue me...do it, do it, do it!"
The hard object was withdrawn from Belinda´s cunt immediately, and the
two women left the bed. The moment of transformation was at hand.
Rowan´s forked tongue ran into Belinda´s cunt, deep, deeper until
Rowan´s mouth was pressed against Belinda´s wet, saturated mound; she
began to fuck her, running it in and out, in and out. The two girls
were beside the bed now, one kneeling between the other´s legs, her
forked tongue deep in her cunt, fucking the same way Rowan and Belinda
were doing on the bed. The bedroom became suffused in an ethereal glow,
a bluish vapor, the women´s moans and impassioned coupling noises
rising eerily into the night. Downstairs, the men being entertained in
an orgy by the other prostitutes lifted their eyes upward, wondering
what in hell was going on upstairs...as the ladies of the night
greedily eyed their victims.