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(MF, bi, prost, vampire) *** 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?" Belinda hated working on Halloween night, all the crazies seemed to come out then. "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 failure 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 Jaguar 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. Rowan 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 were 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, Rowan 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. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47