by Rose Black
The vampire behind me increased his pace, driving his erection into me with fervor, and I felt my orgasm building at a rapid pace. My breath quickened as I felt a tingling warmth creeping up my body, radiating out from where the vampire’s cock was pounding into me.
“Oh fuck, oh my god...” I cried out, arching my back and gripping the tombstone tightly. My legs trembled, and I had to lock my knees to keep myself upright. “Harder, fuck me harder...” I begged between my wordless cries of pleasure.
His grip tightened on my hair, and heat radiated out from where my tresses strained against my scalp. It hurt, but in the most exquisite way... The pain accentuated every bit of overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through my body.
The orgasm crashed into me hard and fast, and I cried out as loud as I could against it. My hips bucked violently against the vampire, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Every single cell of my being was on fire, burning with intense pleasure.
I felt the vampire behind me drive himself into my ass one final time, then cry out with his own release, filling my ass up with his cool seed. He let go of my hair, and my head slumped forward. I gripped the tombstone tightly, and it took effort to hold myself up. I knew that if I let go of the headstone, I’d fall to the soft grass. My limbs were liquid, my muscles completely relaxed and useless.
I’d never felt so completely used up and spent in my life, and the feeling was absolutely delicious. This was what real, true satisfaction felt like, and I wantonly revelled in it.
But the vampires weren’t finished with me yet, and somehow, I was still hungry for more.
Strong, cool arms slipped around me, lifting me up and turning me around. I leaned against the vampire’s broad chest for a moment, breathing in the strange earthy, metallic scent. He made an inhumanly quick movement, and it took me a moment to register the shift.
Drake was now sitting on the headstone I’d been bent over a moment ago, and I was in his lap, my legs straddling him. I could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, pressing against my pussy.
I looked into his glowing crimson eyes, and he gave me a wicked grin that revealed his razor sharp canines. God, he was sexy. Just looking at him made me wet. I smiled back at him, eyeing him hungrily.
I shifted my hips, circling slowly, and rubbed against his erection. He sucked in a quick breath, eyes momentarily slipping closed.
“You really are something else.” He marvelled in his smooth, sexy voice, his eyes shining.
And then he kissed me. His mouth crashed into mine, and his lips were forceful, covetous. I could feel his sharp teeth scraping against my tongue, and I loved it. I returned the kiss with enthusiasm, hungry for him.
My hips moved against his erection, and his strong, cool arms held me close to him. I snaked my hands down between us, and quickly undid his pants. Once his erection was freed, I took it in my hand, and Drake let out an audible gasp.
I smirked against his lips and held on tightly, running my grip down his impressive length and then back up again.
“Fuck, Mia,” He breathed against my mouth, his voice tight with lust. “Do that again.” He commanded, and I was happy to oblige.
When my fingers reached the tip again, he thrust his hips up, and his rock hard cock was driven into my sopping wet pussy.
We both growled as he filled me up, going in hard and deep. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, and he firmly guided me up and down, in and out. I tossed my head back in ecstasy, writhing against him.
After a moment of fucking Drake, I felt another body against my back, another erection pressed against my ass. Oh, my.
The vampire pressed his cock between my ass cheeks and eased himself into my rear entrance with a swift thrust.
Holy. Fuck.
I tossed my head back and let out a low, primal growl as he entered me. Two cocks inside of me at once was beyond overwhelming. I had never felt so totally filled up, so completely possessed before. I was consumed by desire, lost to lust. It was animalistic, it was carnal, and it was deeply, deeply satisfying.
There was nothing else, nothing but my body and the bodies of these two vampires, all moving together in a hypnotic rhythm. Every twin thrust from the vampires was like a choreographed dance, being performed inside of me. Each movement sent a wave of profound, burning hot pleasure coursing through my body.
Drake brought his mouth to my throat, and I could feel his sharp fangs against my tender flesh. The sensation sent a shiver of delicious adrenaline all the way down my spine. He paused for a moment, the tips of his razor sharp canines just barely piercing my skin.
I realized he was waiting, waiting for my permission.
“Go ahead,” I panted, writhing against his cock, and the cock in my ass. I bent my neck, exposing myself to him. Rational thought was far from my mind; I was a slave to the physical. I was hungry, greedy, desperate.
I wanted to know what it would feel like, I wanted to feel everything I could. And I realized that I wanted to please Drake. I wanted to give him everything I could.
“Really something else...” I heard Drake murmur against my throat, and then he bit down.
I let out a yelp as his cool fangs sank into my skin, shocked by the quick bite of pain. He sucked, and I moaned against the strange pulling sensation. An icy fire began to radiate from the spot, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through my veins.
Drake gave a deep moan as he sucked and fucked me, and I writhed against him, happily giving myself to him completely.
The vampire who was fucking me from behind leaned his head down, nuzzling into the opposite side of my neck. I felt another pinch as his fangs slid into my neck, and he drank deeply. My eyes rolled back in my head as another intense shock of pleasure flooded my veins.
And I lost myself. Two cocks moving inside of me, two vampires drinking from me... The exquisite, torturous pleasure of it all was all-consuming.
I gave myself over to the vampires and to the feelings, and an orgasm more intense than I ever thought possible crashed into me. My entire body quivered and trembled. My veins filled with delicious fire. A carnal, growling cry ripped it’s way out from deep within me. My head was tossed back, and I stared blindly up at the stars as wave after wave of feverish pleasure coursed through me.
The moment seemed endless. I felt it stretch on and on, the intense orgasm rolling through me relentlessly. I heard my heart pounding in my ears as I trembled, losing myself between the two vampires.
Drake let out a growling cry as his strong hands dug into my hips, and he violently moved me back and forth against his hard cock. And then he stiffened, biting down hard as he exploded inside of me.
The vampire fucking me from behind gripped my hips tightly, and he pulled me back into him. He pounded into me hard and fast, sending new waves of pleasure crashing into me. Once, twice, and on the third thrust he came violently, buried his cock deep inside of me and filled my ass with his juices.
I sighed and basked in the afterglow of my orgasms. I was spent. Beyond spent. I wanted to slump forward, bury my face in Drake’s chest, and sleep for days. But the vampire behind me had his arms around me, and he was holding me tightly against his chest.
“Stop it, Christopher.” I heard Drake say, but it sounded like he was far away. Or maybe like I was underwater.
Odd, I thought to myself. But I couldn’t focus to give it much thought. I felt my eyes slipping closed. My body was deliciously liquid from the intense orgasms, and I was deeply, profoundly tired.
“I. Said. Stop.” I heard Drake say from somewhere far away, his voice forceful. “I like this one, I don’t want her dead!”
I felt a smile spread across my lips. The sexy vampire likes me!
The vampire behind me let out a frustrated, growling sigh, and I was vaguely aware of his fangs slipping out of my throat. He removed his arms, letting me go, and I fell forward, into Drake’s solid chest.
Mmmmm, so comfy, I thought to myself, and nuzzled i
nto him. Then I let go, giving myself over to the overwhelming exhaustion.
*****
“Hey, Mia,” I heard a voice. A smooth, sexy voice, but it was laced with concern. “Mia, can you hear me?”
My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I was face to face with Drake. He was extremely close. Close enough to smell. I inhaled deeply, filling my nostrils with the delicious scent of him.
His smooth, pale skin was luminous in the moonlight, and I was overwhelmed by his beauty. I looked into his crimson eyes and gave him a smile.
“Hi Drake.” I said, and was a little surprised at the sound of my own voice. It was weak and hoarse. And then I remembered all of the vocalizing I’d done earlier, and I supposed it wasn’t all that surprising.
His eyes softened as he smiled back at me, fangs flashing. Cool fingers brushed the side of my face. Mmmmm, they felt wonderful.
I realized that I was laying down in the grass. I tried to sit up and was surprised by how difficult it was. Drake offered me a hand, and I gratefully grabbed onto it.
“What happened? Where are your friends?” I asked, after he helped me sit up.
“You passed out. Blood loss. Christopher was a little too greedy.” Drake explained, and he sat down next to me. We were so close that the side of his body brushed against mine. It felt nice.
“Right, I remember now. And you stopped him.” I said, looking up at him. God, was he beautiful.
“I did.” He said, nodding, and his voice was oddly tight. I felt a goofy grin spread across my face.
“That means you like me, doesn’t it?” I asked him. My voice dripped with pleasure, and with more than a little bit of surprise. I was still grinning like a fool.
Drake looked at me, studied my face, and after a moment the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk.
“You really are something else, you know that?” He asked, shaking his head. And then he was standing in front of me. Woah, I hadn’t even seen him move.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” He held his hand out to me again, and I took it gratefully, letting him help me to my feet. I wobbled once I was upright, my legs still feeling a little like jelly. He quickly slid a strong arm around my waist, catching me before I could fall.
“You’re going to walk me home?” I asked him, my voice full of disbelief. Disbelief, and complete and utter glee. My goofy grin grew even wider.
“I want to make sure you get home safe. All manner of dangerous weirdos come out at night. You never know what you might run into.” Drake looked down at me. His crimson eyes danced with humor, and he gave me a playful wink. I couldn’t help but giggle.
He took off his leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. He gave my arms an affectionate squeeze as he wrapped the black leather around me. Mmmm, it smelled like him. I inhaled deeply.
Drake held his arm out for me. I slipped mine through his, and we happily strolled through the stillness of the graveyard, arm in arm, under the twinkling stars.
BOOK THREE: Gangbang Babysitter
“So Kat, what exactly happened when you babysat for Bruce North?” Valerie asks, looking up from her toenails. She’s painting them an absolutely obnoxious shade of hot pink.
As always, Kat, Valerie, Melanie and I are sitting around our apartment, staying up way too late to hang out and talk.
A sly smile plays on Kat’s red lips. “We had sex.” She shrugs, and her floral tattoo peeks out when her shirt slides down her shoulder. “He’s a bit, ah, shall we say forceful? Definitely fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. Not that I minded.” She bites her lip.
“I don’t think I’d like that.” Melanie says, wrinkling her nose.
“That’s because you’re still practically a virgin!” I say. “How many times have you had sex? Four? Five?”
She blushes, shaking her pretty brunette head. “I refuse to answer.”
“Yeah, Mel,” Valerie says. “Once being fucked isn’t quite so new to you, you might appreciate something a little different. Like my threesome with Russell and Angelo Thompson.” She licks her lips, squirming in her seat a little.
“Oh yeah, you’ve managed to have crazy hot sex on a babysitting job too! What is it with you guys?” I ask, looking from Val to Kat and back again.
Kat shrugs. “I don’t know, Renee. I did figure that Valerie would hit it off with Russell and Angelo, so I can take some credit for that one. But Bruce North was pretty unexpected. One second he was yelling at me about some stupid schedule, the next I had his cock in my mouth.”
“I have to admit that I’m a little jealous. Paul’s been out of town for three weeks now, and won’t be back for three more. I’m getting a little desperate for sex here.” I whine.
“Shower head?” Valerie asks, but I shake my head.
“I’ve been taking three showers a day. It’s just not enough. I’ve got the kind of itch that only a good, hard dick can scratch.”
“Well, you’ve got a babysitting job on Friday night, right?” Melanie asks brightly. “Maybe something will happen!”
“Your optimism is sweet, Mel, but I highly doubt it. Things like that never happen to me.” I toss my long red hair behind my shoulder. “I think I’m just doomed to horny desperation for the next few weeks. I apologize in advance if I start begging any of you to fuck me!” I cry, and me and the girls burst into peals of laughter.
***
The weekend rolls around quickly, which means babysitting time.
I got home from class around four thirty, which gave me more than enough time to get ready for my Friday night babysitting job.
First, I took a nice, long shower. I used the removable shower head, as always, but my orgasm was perfunctory at best, and didn’t leave me feeling anywhere near satisfied. Just even more desperate for the real thing. Sigh.
I got myself dressed in the bathroom, pulling on a pair of tight blue jeans and a thin white tank top. I ignored the army of haircare products that line the vanity, and I braided my long, red hair while it was still damp. When I take the braid out in a few hours, I’ll have great loose waves. Easy and effortless, that’s my beauty motto.
I used just a little bit of mascara to make my light hazel eyes pop, and swiped on some vanilla flavored lip balm.
Done.
It’s a nice evening, so I decide to walk to my job instead of take the bus. Twenty minutes later, I’m heading up the walkway of the Quinn house. I ring the doorbell, and a middle aged woman answers a moment later.
“Hi, you must be Renee! I’m Linda, come on in!” She smiles warmly, leading me into the house.
I follow her through a very standard suburban home, moderately sized with homey, welcoming decor.
“So, you’ll be watching our two youngest tonight, Billy and Caitlin. We have one more, Kyle, but he’s twenty one and has his own apartment across town. Anyway, they’re good kids, so you shouldn’t have any trouble. But just in case, I left mine and Dave’s cell phone numbers on the table, along with their pediatrician.” She waves in the direction of the table, and I nod.
A man who I assume is Dave comes into the kitchen. He puts an arm around Linda and gives her a quick peck on the cheek. He’s about the same age as Linda, probably around forty or forty five. He’s balding, a little paunchy, and a little geeky looking.
I sigh. While they seem like an incredibly nice couple, I definitely don’t think I’ll be getting any unexpected crazy sex tonight.
Oh well. I hope the shower head at home is ready for more.
“I just said goodnight to the kids, so we’re all set.” Dave says to Linda, then turns to me. “We left some money for a pizza on the table. The kids are upstairs in Billy’s room. We should be home around midnight.” He gives me a smile before ushering his wife out the door.
***
Babysitting the Quinn children turns out to be super easy. Linda was right, Billy and Caitlin are really good kids. We order a pizza, play a rousing game of Monopoly, watch a Disney movie, and they go to bed wi
thout argument.
Once the kids are asleep, I consider texting Paul to see if he’s up for phone sex, but decide against it. My hand’s been just as unfulfilling as the shower head lately, and I know it’ll just leave me even more frustrated.
So I kill time with the television until Dave and Linda return at twelve o’clock on the dot.
They thank me, pay me, and send me on my way.
I know that I should be happy about such a smooth evening, but I still can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Val and Kat both had seemingly innocent babysitting jobs end in such wild, hot sex. I really was hoping that I’d be as lucky as them for once.
As I’m walking down the Quinn driveway, I see a pair of headlights pull in, heading towards me. I step to the side to make room.
The red Jeep slows to a stop beside me, and I see that it’s filled with four guys about my age.
Hm, maybe my luck is changing...
The driver leans out of the window, eyeing me up and down. I recognize his face from a Quinn family portrait hanging in their living room.
“You must be the older brother, Kyle.” I say, eyeing him right back. He’s got boyish good looks, dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, athletic build. I’d guess he plays some kind sport. Mmmm, I do love athletes.
“And who are you?” He asks, his tone flirtatious. His three friends lean over to check me out.
“Renee, the babysitter.” I tilt my head, checking out his friends. They’re all young, muscular and good looking, like Kyle.
I still feel all four pairs of eyes trailing over my body, taking in every inch of me. Someone else might feel unconscious under the gazes of four hot guys at once, but I am totally enjoying it. I square my shoulders, pushing my breasts out.
“Well, Renee the babysitter, I think my friends and I would like to get to know you. Want to go for a ride with us?” Kyle asks, raising a sandy blonde eyebrow. His blue eyes are glittering and he gives me a crooked, mischievous smile.