NSFW Story [#31 of 100 Days of Sex]

The music started playing in the background, the soft jazz which was always a winner. The saxophone echoed around the room as the atmosphere relaxed, he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist – he started to sway to the music as her head leaned back into him. Their hips grinded together to the beat, she was pushing hers into his groin and he could feel the first twangs of blood reaching his cock, he smiled and kissed her neck, the light kisses that cause her to have shivers running along her pale skin. He could see her blue veins pumping in her neck as her heart beated faster, he could sense she was nervous – but in the way you always are the first time you have sex with someone. Lucky for her – this wasn’t his first time, he had been known as a ladies man around town, although he never stayed in one place for long. Hopping from town to town, country to country. He had lost count of how many places he had visited, but it was all needed to sample fresh woman, the diferent cultures and ethnicities that there were.

He took a hand, and moved a stray piece of blonde hair that had floated over her deep brown eyes, he expertly moved it behind her ear as she sighed, she leant back further and closed her eyes. He new this signal – he leant forward and placed a kiss on her plump and rosy lips. He inhaled deeply as he stepped in front of her, keeping his hands around her waist and forever pulling her closer. The kiss grew more passionate and their tongues became acquainted, their saliva mixed and he could taste her individual scent. She tasted so delicious, he loved finding these news aromas from woman to woman, each one having a slightly different fragrance. She took the next move and led him toward the sofa, a beautiful brown leather corner sofa situated at one end of his elegantly decorated room. She laid down, her dress laying softly on top of her – a sheer pink fabric which suggested to her figure underneath. She looked magnificent, he couldn’t wait to see her – all of her.

He laid on top of her as her legs spread and he slipped in perfectly. He started grinding his growing erection against her and she moaned in response. With a hand, he rubbed over her panties and felt she was already wet – he grinned and slipped a finger around the seam to feel her juices. Bringing the hand back up, he licked it – closing his eyes to savour the sweet scent of his beautiful woman and returned to kissing her. This time more enthusiastically – she was only too happy to respond.

He stood up to undo his shirt and trousers – she watched in delight and he flicked the main light off, only leaving a dim lamp in the corner causing a warm glow over their bodies. He helped her take her panties off and climbed back on to her. He was instantly inside of her and she gasped at the feel of him – he had always been proud of his larger cock. Thrusting away she became flushed in the face, he watched the blood pumping around her, her pulse quickening, her rosy cheeks illuminating, this only made him more excited. He headed south and wrapped his lips around her clit, he moved his tongue around her swollen area and slipped a finger inside to massage her. She reacted like they all do, squirming around, gripping his hair, arching her back. He only just managed to control himself, the feelings always got stronger at this point but he had to make her come first – he was a gentleman after all…

He felt her tighten around his fingers and pulsing through her clit. Her juices tasted amazing – he could tell she was a special one as the smell alone awakened his senses. He could only just about hold on before he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He nibbled at her sensitive clit, she squeeled and looked down with a soft frown burrowed on her face .. ‘hmm not sure she liked that’ he thought to himself. He came back up and kissed her neck, he inserted himself into her once again and she moaned at his thick member pounding into her post-orgasmed muscles.

As he thrusted deeper, holding her legs to get the right depth he could feeling himself coming, the waves started and he came inside of her. She was polite to keep up the moans as he could tell she was done for the night. Oh well. He still came and at the same time he bit into her neck, so deep and so hard that he could taste her blood on his tongue. Finally – this is what he had been waiting for, the real taste of her. He sucked the blood up so none would dribble away, she on the other hand, screamed out in pain and tried to push him off. He held her wrists down on the leather and kept himself in between her legs for support, he continued biting and sucking to drain her. He had hit the jackpot, right at the jugular, as previously stated.. this was not his first time. Her struggles eventually weakened as his only grew. He could feel his power returning and his urges fade, he was returning to normal.

She had eventually stopped moving and he was cleaning the place up. Not one drop spilled – excellent. Easier for him to clean up, he moved the body to his car and dumped it in the river where the others had been washed away to the sea. The perfect place – no trace and he would be gone soon anyway, off to a new town or country to continue his journey. There were always willing ladies to fufill his needs when he needs them. It’s not an easy life and sometimes he will let them live, to join him and his ways but for now his family was large enough, to keep track of 17 of them at once is hard enough. He headed back to his house to make sure it was clean enough, the cleaner would be over in the morning anyway but the last thing he wants his people to start talking. There would be an uproar again and they would be banished and burned once more. He had already suffered through that once, having to run away and hide for centuries, not being able to feed happily and having to eat animals instead of fresh human blood – the only kind that can stop the cravings and calm him down. He was a professional now, being able to lure innocent women back to his to feast on – but they always get an orgasm, that’s the least he can do.

Love,
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