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Interlude with a Vampire

Summary: MC, MF, FF, MD, FD, VAMP, DRU, WIFE, RELUC, SIZE, GR, NC

Synopsis: A sexy young reporter conducts a late night interview with a
wealthy man who claims to be a vampire. But these vampires don't suck
your blood; they suck your sexual energy.

Author: MCSizeMatters@hotmail.com Comments are welcome.

Interlude With A Vampire is a work of adult fiction and contains
sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant
for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.

All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of
any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is
purely coincidental.

The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely
distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety
including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any
part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice
recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being
obtained from the author.

Interlude with a Vampire
Chapter 1

Kim Simpson stood outside the large wooden door of a luxury apartment
by Central Park. She wrapped her knuckles on the heavy door. Her first
knocks making almost no noise, she hit the door harder with her third
and forth swings. This time the door resonated deeply as the sound
echoed down the hall. Kim snatched her hand away, embarrassed, and
looked up the hall to see if any other residents noticed.

Looking down the polished stone floor she suddenly regretted the way
she was dressed. She was meeting a girlfriend, who'd apparently met a
rich and sexy older man that she wanted to show off, for a late dinner
and Kim didn't want to go all the way home and back to get changed
before heading to the restaurant. And since she hadn't had a boyfriend
in almost eight months she dressed to show off her best attributes.

Kim was a tall, slim, attractive woman raised in New York by a Hawaiian
mother and a German father. Genetically she was lucky. She carried the
fine features, smooth dark skin, and thick luxurious black hair of her
mother's family with the height, body tone and large breasts of her
father's side.

Standing here in these opulent surroundings though she felt a little,
well, trashy. Her long hair surrounded her oval face, made up to
accentuate her Asian features because she thought it made her appear
more exotic. She wore a simple gold chain with a solitaire diamond on
the end that hung just low enough to draw the eye to her cleavage that
was visible through the curve of her sky blue spaghetti strapped halter
top. That top showed off her breasts but, thanks to the built in
support, kept her nipples from showing too much and making her look
really slutty. She covered the top with a small jean jacket to at least
try and look business like. She accentuated her long legs by wearing a
mid thigh length, tight black mini skirt and a pair of platform
strapped sandals. The outfit was perfect for a night out man hunting
with her girlfriends, but seemed out of place given her surroundings.

"Well fuck them!" She thought to herself. This was a last minute call
from her editor to handle a story for what was lovingly known at the
water cooler as the freak show, but the paper called the 'Night Desk'.
"I should never have answered my cell."

She had to interview some old rich guy with a fantastic supernatural
tale for love, loss and sex. In five minutes he'll turn out to be some
phony creep out for his 15 minutes of fame. She'd take a couple of
notes, tell him she'd have to review the story with her editor, and
make a run for the cab and dinner.

Kim hated these assignments but she knew that for every favor like this
she did, she would get a good assignment. With a few more section one
stories under her belt she could move on to her real goal, TV. That's
where the money, and the fame, was. She had no illusions that it was
her brains that would allow her to make it in TV; it was her face and
her body that the networks could market.  She'd already done a few
fill-ins for the local network and they were interested in adding her
as a fill in anchor when a space opened up.

With a sigh she turned around to quietly knock on the door one last
time before leaving only to find the door was open and a tall thin man
standing in the opening. Startled, Kim gasped with shock and took a
step back.

"Oh my..." She said flustered. "I didn't hear you open the door."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, please, come in won't
you?" The older man said gesturing her to enter.

"Oh, no, you didn't, I mean, thank you..." Kim answered timidly as she
allowed herself to be ushered into the apartment. She initially stepped
into an entryway covered in dark polished stone. An expensive painting
dominated the one wall; it appeared to be authentic, and very
expensive. It depicted a beautiful teenage girl, probably only 15 or
16, in period lingerie from sometime in the 1800's. What really kept
her attention was the expression on the girl's face. Her face was a
perfect mask of composure but her eyes told a story of unbelievable
ecstasy, and utter abandon. Kim found herself drawn into the image, her
mind trying to make sense of the competing expressions. It was as if
the room faded into the background and she was alone with the painting.


The deep clunk of the door closing behind brought Kim back from the
image of the girl's face.  She blinked, not sure how long she had been
staring at the artwork.

"May I hang up your jacket for you?" The man said from close behind
her, his hands already touching her shoulders.

"Yes, thank you." Fuck! I forgot what I was wearing thought Kim, but
she had already started taking the jacket off.

The tall man took her jacket from her and, passing close behind Kim,
hung it up in the closet. As he passed behind her he exhaled, his
breath making a slight whoosh. His cool breath washed against her bare
neck causing the hair on her body to prickle and her nipples to harden.
She rubbed the gooseflesh on her arms while trying to subtly cover the
hard nibs pressing against the blue material.

'Don't get spooked out girl.' Kim thought to herself. 'He's just a
creepy old guy wanting a little bit of fame from a two bit local rag.
You weren't thinking when you took off your jacket so now you look like
a bimbo, OK, but this is your interview, take control.'

"So I understand you have quite a strange story to tell." Kim said
confidently striding into the living room area. "Why don't you give me
the overview, then we can narrow down on the details." That way I can
get the broad strokes and then blow him off.

The living room was expansive, expensively furnished and captured a
beautiful view of Central Park framed by the city's lights. Kim chose a
nice red leather club chair, sat down, pulled her notebook out of her
purse and made a few initial notes.

"Handwritten notes, I'm pleasantly surprised..." The man said as he sat
back in the matching couch to the side of the chair. "I expected you to
pull out a tape recorder, or a computer."

"Well, I like to take my own notes; I find that a taped interview loses
something in the translation." Kim answered, shooting him one of her
dazzling smiles. The truth was that she used a notepad because she
couldn't afford a laptop, or a recorder. And besides, a notepad was a
much better prop on the TV.

This was the first time Kim had really looked at her interview. He was
an older man, probably in his 40's, but in good shape. He had a long
slim frame, but his movement hinted at a good physique underneath the
designer shirt and pants. He wore no socks, probably didn't need them
in his expensive Italian leather loafers.

"Where are my manners Miss..." He started.

"Oh, Simpson, Kim Simpson, I should have introduced myself." Fuck,
strike two, bimbo.

"And I'm Tom Michaels; it's a pleasure to meet you." He said smoothly
but didn't offer his hand or make any movement. "Can I get you a
refreshment? Tea perhaps? Or I have some wonderful single malt whiskey
if you would like."

"Whisky..." Kim answered firmly, pausing for a moment. 'Can't let him
think I'm weak.' "...would be fine."

As if on cue a servant brought a small silver tray. Dark liquid swirled
around a pair of matching crystal tumblers as the woman offered it to
Kim. The servant was strikingly beautiful, dressed in a tight black
skirt and blouse showing off her long legs and ample cleavage. She
should be modeling, not serving drinks Kim thought as she took a glass.
The woman turned and placed the tray on the table in front of her
employer.

"Thank you my dear, that will be all for the evening. You may retire
for the night." The woman drifted out of the room quietly, leaving
nothing but a gentle breeze of perfume, as the man turned his attention
back to Kim. "I must admit Miss Simpson, I'm aware of who you are. I
specifically asked for you to write this story."

"I suppose I should be flattered." More like creeped out she thought,
still, she felt a tingle of arousal at the thought of being singled out
by such a wealthy man. She took a sip of the potent liquor, letting the
vapor swirl in her nostrils. Its heat spread down her throat, into her
belly and throughout her body. This was very potent, and very good
whiskey. It took a few moments before she was able to continue.

"Let's get down to business shall we?" Kim said. "My editor didn't
really give me any background on your story. So let's take it from the
top."

"Miss Simpson." He said slowly and deliberately. Clearing his throat,
he looked her in the eye. "I am a Vampire."

Kim smiled, trying not to actually laugh. "A Vampire." There was no
beating around the bush with this guy; he was a nut job from the start.
This wouldn't take long at all.

"Yes, that is correct." He said smiling at her.

His smile was really quite engaging thought Kim; he's quite attractive.
Nonetheless, he's a nut job.

"You mean, you go to Vampire clubs, dress in black, hit on Goth chicks?
That sort of vampire?" She asked, still trying to keep a straight face.

 "Believe me," he answered cordially, as if fielding a question from a
small child. "I understand that this is rather hard to believe, but I'm
a real Vampire."

"The undead; sucking blood; turn into a bat. Real Bela Lugosi stuff
huh?" For the first time Kim worried a little about her safety. His
maid was in the other room, but best to wrap this up and get her little
ass out of here in case he planned on draining her blood.

"I'm afraid you've watched too many movies." Michaels said calmly, not
at all upset by her incredulous tone. "I don't drink blood, turn into
any animals and, as you can see," he sat up and spread his arms, " I'm
very much alive."

"I'm not sure why I should believe you in the first place." Kim said
firmly. Still, it might make for an interesting story even if he is a
nutcase.

"I can promise you that I will back up everything I say." The slim man
sat back into the thick cushions of the couch almost as if knowing that
she would stay for his story. "And, I can also promise a story that
will change your life."

Images of herself sitting at a TV anchor desk, interviewing world
leaders, partying with rock stars, flashed through Kim's mind. "OK, I'm
listening Mr. Michaels. But any funny stuff, or if I smell a scam, I'm
out of here. I have a friend expecting me in an hour and she knows
where I am." Kim lied about the last part; only her editor knew where
she was. If anything happened to her it would be too late to do her
much good on Monday.

"Excellent, I'm so glad to hear that you'll stay and listen to my
story." He said with a satisfied grin. "As I said, you will not be
disappointed."

"OK, so were you born a Vampire? Or were you bitten and became one like
in the movies?" Kim started, readying herself to take notes. Her
nipples were still hard, distracting, pressed up against her top. 'I
must be giving him a nice show', she thought. 'He doesn't seem to be
staring at them though. Maybe he hasn't noticed them... or maybe he's
gay.'

"I was made, but not by a bite." Michaels said with a little chuckle.
"You really have to put all that Hollywood nonsense out of your head.
You see, Vampires do live of the life force of others, but not through
the drinking of blood, but through the intake of life force."

"Life force..." Kim repeated. Despite his wild tale, he was very
interesting. "And just how does that work?"

"Through sex usually. Vampires live off the life force of others,
through copulation." He said.

"Hey! I said no funny..." Kim started to get up, too fast, she felt a
little dizzy, grasping at the arms of the chair to keep from falling.
She suddenly felt very much at his mercy.

"No funny stuff, we agreed." Michaels said reassuringly. "You are my
guest, I asked you here to listen to my story, not to do you any harm."

Kim sat back down. Perhaps she was overreacting. He seemed to be a
perfectly civilized gentleman. He was really pretty attractive in his
own way. "I'm sorry. But you have to admit this is a pretty freaky
story you're laying out for me."

"Why don't I start at the beginning, tell you my story, how I became a
Vampire. All I ask is that you let me complete the first part of my
story. After that you can draw your conclusions and decide if you would
like to hear more." He settled down and began to paint a picture for
Kim. "I was a young man, 23. I'd just returned a few months ago from
the service..."

"Gulf War?" Kim interjected.

"No, Second World War. I was an infantryman at the Normandy invasion."

"But that's impossible!" Kim said incredulously. "You can't be over 50,
at the very most!"

"I was there, I can show you the pictures later. I lost my kid brother
and my father to the Nazis." He answered seriously. "I returned to a
pretty devastated family. My mother had been working in the factories
making aircraft parts; she was in a weird sort of denial at the loss of
my father two years before. And my kid sisters, a year apart, well,
they were turning into young women, not the bratty little kids I had
left. Kids rebound pretty well, but these girls had lost half their
family. One threw herself into her studies and school sports. The other
became a bit of a wild child, blew off college, worked as a waitress
and played the party scene."

"This is fascinating, assuming, of course, you can back it up." Kim
said, leaning forward. Despite being completely impossible, he did
weave an interesting story. She found herself staring into his eyes as
he continued. She felt warm now, no gooseflesh, but her nipples still
pressed hard against her top.

"I'm afraid I wasn't much help either. After spending almost 3 years at
war I had a hard time adjusting to life at home. I moved out pretty
soon after returning." He explained. "There used to be this skinny
little pain in the butt girl who was a freshman in my high school when
I graduated. She'd bug me in the halls; had a huge crush on me, you
know how it is. Well, I enlisted the day after I graduated and didn't
think much about her. Then one evening, about a week after I returned
home I ran into her at the movies..."

"And she wasn't so skinny anymore?" Kim interjected, smiling.

"You got it." Michaels smiled back. "Let's just say she had filled out
rather nicely. Long story short, we got together, and were married
within a month."

"That's so sweet!" Kim said brightly. "Did it last?"

"Not really, that brings us to the reason for our meeting." Michaels
said becoming serious again; a cloud of sadness briefly crossed his
face. He took a big breath before continuing. "Your story truly
starts... on the day that my life... ended."

Kim watched him intently. His eyes seemed to sparkle; he had the air of
a much younger man than he even appeared. This was a fascinating story,
but there is no way he could be, well, in his 80s. A man in that age
wouldn't give her the vaguely warm and moist feeling between her thighs
that this man did. Kim listened as his words filled her.

---------------------------------------------------------------

Tom arrived home as he usually did on a Friday afternoon, tired, dirty,
and hungry. He opened the door to find his beautiful young wife Mary
waiting for him.

"We have to leave in ten minutes! Hurry and get changed!" She said as
soon as he walked in the door.

Mary was the epitome of the all American girl. She had bright blue
eyes, a warm smile filled with white teeth, freckles on her nose, and a
mane of long red hair. Tom had first met her when she was an awkward
skinny kid, 4 years his junior. She had grown into a stunning beauty
with large firm breasts, a slim waist, well-rounded hips, and long
shapely legs. She was the kind of woman who made heads turn wherever
she went. She could have any man she wanted, certainly could have
married one with more money. But she only ever had eyes for Tom. From
the moment she saw him, that tall strutting senior, she had decided he
was the one.

Tonight she was dressed in her blue fitted dress, silk stockings and
high heels to boot. It was as if she was going to a party. It was Tom's
favorite dress on her. It hugged her curves and showed off her
cleavage. She looked like a movie star whenever she wore that dress.

"Huh? I mean what's the rush? Are we going out?" Tom said as she
hustled him into the small bedroom.

Mary's eyes seemed to stare off into space for a few moments before she
answered slowly. "I met a nice couple today at the market and they
invited us over for drinks tonight." After a few moments she seemed to
snap out of her daze. She reached up and undid the buttons of his
shirt. "I hope you don't mind, it's just that we have so few
friends..."

"No, not at all, sure. Just let me get washed up." He answered. Even
after a hard workweek the sight of his beautiful wife pulling off his
clothes caused his penis to stir in his boxers. "Say... how long do we
have before they get here?"

Mary looked at the tent his penis was erecting in his shorts as she
pulled down his pants. She patted it through the cotton and stood up.
"Not that long." She said a little playfully. "It'll take a few minutes
to get there and we need to leave. Now go get washed and I'll lay out
some fresh clothes for you."

Tom washed his face, neck and hands, squeezed his penis as he watched
his wife bend over to pick out a pair of pants. For some reason there
was a palatable sexual tension in the apartment that evening.  Tom
wished that she would just get over her squeamishness and learn to give
him a blowjob. She was afraid that his cum would make her gag, or that
she might choke on his erection.

A few minutes later Tom was dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a
white button down shirt. Mary, dressed in her coat, handed him his
leather jacket, eagerly took his hand and led them out of their
apartment and onto the street. Their hosts' apartment was about 6
blocks away, in a much more affluent part of town close Central Park.
It was freezing out, but a relatively short walk. Besides, they didn't
have money for a cab.

"Are you sure this is the right address?" Tom asked looking up at the
tall apartment building. "This place is way out of my pay grade."

"This is the address she gave me..." Mary said, her eyes glistening in
anticipation as she looked at the heavy brass door. "I hope we're not
late."

The young couple gave their name to the doorman. Tom was expecting him
to turn them away, but was surprised to be welcomed in by the uniformed
man. After seeing the building Tom figured this was just a practical
joke on his wife.

The doorman walked them to the elevator. Tom was impressed; they had to
walk up four flights of stairs to get to their apartment. After placing
a key into the panel and turning it, the doorman pressed the floor
button and stepped out through the closing doors.

"This is some swanky joint here Mary..." Tom commented. Mary didn't say
anything. "I mean real nice..." Still no reply.

Tom looked over at his beautiful wife. She stood still, gazing up at
the backlit numbers over the door. Her eyes were glassy, her face
unemotional other than a slight smile. Her breathing was deep and
regular, showing off her ample cleavage. She almost seemed to glow, her
skin a little flush.

"Are you OK?" Tom asked a little louder.

Mary blinked her eyes several times and made a slight gasp, as if
jostled awake. "Oh, yes dear, I'm fine. I guess I was just lost in my
own little world. This building is a little overwhelming."

Before Tom could ask what had happened the doors to the elevator
opened. A large hallway was revealed to the couple. Marble floors
inlaid with a dark and light pattern seemed to direct the entrant
towards a heavy wood door.

Their footsteps echoed in the dark and heavy hallway as they stepped up
to the door. Mary took a deep breath as if to steel herself before
knocking. Her small hand made a tiny noise on the thick door. The
couple wondered if anyone could hear her knock.

After a few moments the door was swung open by a nice enough looking,
slightly older woman. She appeared to be in her 30's, medium height,
short brown hair and blue eyes. She wore a knee length skirt, slit up
the side, and a dark jacket cut wide at the shoulders and narrow at the
waist in what was becoming the style as the country moved slowly away
from the military uniform look. The jacket showed off a little of the
woman's cleavage and the skirt showed off a shapely slice of her leg.
Despite her age Tom found her oddly attractive.

"Welcome Mary!" The woman spoke in an English accent. She smiled at the
pretty young woman, and turning to Tom. "And you must be Tom, Mary told
me so much about you. But you're even more handsome than she
described." Tom felt a warm blush color his cheeks. "Come with me, have
a drink, and I'll see if I can scare up Arthur."

The woman took Mary by the arm and started to lead her into the
luxurious apartment. Tom followed, watching his wife's shapely ass, but
also finding his eyes drawn to their hostess' ass as it moved beneath
the material of her skirt. The sight of her stocking wrapped thigh
peeking out from the slit made his penis lengthen a little in his
pants. The threesome walked down the hallway into a grand living room,
a sunset over Central Park painted in the huge picture windows. The
woman sat Mary down in the middle of a massive U-shaped leather couch
facing the window. Tom sat next to his wife around the other side of
the U. In front of couch was a heavy coffee table, easily ten feet long
like the couch and six or more feet wide, made out of a dark wood.
Across from the table sat two matching leather club chairs.

"What can I get you to drink?" She asked.

"I'll have whatever you're having!" Mary bubbled.

"A cold beer would be appreciated ma'am." Tom said respectfully.

"Ma'am?" The woman asked, puzzled. "Oh, forgive me, I haven't
introduced myself." She leaned over, giving Tom a perfect view of her
cleavage, took his hand in hers and placed the other hand on his thigh.
He felt his penis thicken next to her fingers. He hoped she wouldn't
notice. "Please call me Sonia, Tom," she said with a smile, squeezing
his thigh, with the tip of her fingernail brushing the tip of his small
erection. Her sharp blue eyes held Tom for several seconds before she
turned towards the kitchen. "I never understood you Yanks and your cold
beer. Perhaps if you had better tasting beer you wouldn't need it so
cold..." She trailed off as she left the room.

"Isn't she the nicest?" Mary asked, excitedly looking around the
apartment. "And can you believe this place? It's more like a palace
than a New York apartment."

Tom nodded in noncommittal agreement as he looked around the room. What
struck him most about the huge room was how empty it was. "You'd think
with enough money to own this place they could afford more furniture."
He commented. The immense room held only the couch, two club chairs,
coffee table and a couple of small lamp tables on either wall.

"I think it's swanky." Mary answered as she watched the sun, the golden
light creating a halo around her. "Most people in New York cram all
they can into little tiny apartments. But when you can afford such a
huge apartment, you can afford to enjoy the open space. Besides, maybe
they have a lot of big parties and need the space for dancing, or a
band."

Tom was going to remark that he'd be happy to take Mary home and show
her a real party when Sonia returned with a dark bottle on a silver
tray. "Don't forget the glasses lover..." Sonia called over her
shoulder.

Behind her emerged a huge man. He was easily six and a half feet tall
and seemed to be as wide as the door. He was dressed in a silky black
shirt and expensive black slacks. He carried two delicate Martini
glasses. Sonia introduced him.

"This is my partner Arthur..." She said. "Arthur, this is Tom.

Arthur's hand engulfed Tom's as he shook it. "Pleased to meet you" he
said with a thick Scottish accent. Despite having recently returned
from the war in Europe, Tom felt decidedly intimidated by the huge man.
It was less about his sheer size; it was more about his manner. He
smiled and mumbled a hello as the large man turned to Mary.

"And you must be Mary..." Smiling a wide toothy grin, Arthur took
Mary's hands and helped her up from the couch. Tom was pretty
uncomfortable with the way the huge man eyed his wife's body. He bent
in and kissed his wife on each cheek, Mary sighed and seemed to go
almost limp in his hands. "You're even more beautiful than Sonia
described you."

"Arthur, you're so sweet!" Mary gushed as she looked up at him. "But
stop, please, you're embarrassing me. I could never hope to hold a
candle to Sonia."

Despite her protestations Mary obviously enjoyed the attention. Her
eyes were bright and her cheeks blushing as she sat back down on the
couch. Arthur took a seat next to her, his eyes still appraising her.
Tom was about to say something to him when Sonia sat down on the couch
between him and his wife, drawing his attention away.

"I was just going to bring us some wine and beer. But Arthur insisted
that you try this..." She held up a clear frosted bottle containing a
transparent liquid. The liquid moved behind the glass with a thick oily
weight. "It's a very rare liqueur from his family's estate. It's called
Angel's Blood." Sonia poured the liquid into the two glasses causing
the crystal to frost on contact, all the way down the stem. The clear
liquid reflected the room lights making the surface appear thick, as if
a membrane floated on top.

"Why is it called Angel's Blood?" Mary asked as she stared into the
shifting patterns on the surface of the drink. "And why only two
glasses? Are you not having any?"

"Angel's Blood must always be shared between two." Sonia explained as
she held the glass between her and Tom. "I think you'll find it has
some has some very enhancing properties, just watch..."

Sonia dipped one well-manicured finger into the liquid. Immediately the
drink turned red where her skin broke the surface. Red tendrils slowly
swirled around the glass, fading into the clear liquid. Tom stared at
it, entranced, as Sonia pulled her wet finger from the glass. The
liqueur clung to her finger, red as blood, as she sucked it off.

Tom watched the incredibly sensual display, conscious of an erection
rising in his pants. He stared for what seemed like forever until Mary
broke the spell.

"That was amazing Sonia!" Mary cried, excited as if on Christmas
morning. "May I try it?"

"Certainly!" Answered Arthur as he offering her the glass.

Mary took the long stemmed crystal in both hands. Delicately she
sniffed at the liquid. "Cinnamon? No wait, mint? No, that's not it
either, it's so aromatic..." She said, enjoying the scents as they
tantalized her nose. She gently took a sip, the liquid turning red
around her mouth. She closed her eyes, shivering once, before gasping.
"It really is strong! But it tastes absolutely wonderful." Tom watched
as she licked the blood red drink from her lips.

"Here, have a proper taste." Sonia said, offering him the glass. "Be
careful though, just a small sip. It's been known to have some very
overwhelming side effects."

Tom took a sip, the liquor burned as it went down his throat. It almost
seemed to warm his penis as it sat semi erect against his thigh. He
handed the glass back to Sonia, red tendrils swirling from where his
lips touched the glass. Like his young wife, he couldn't quite place
the taste of the beverage, but it was very pleasing.

Holding his gaze, Sonia took a sip. A look of intense please swept
across her face, almost an orgasmic pleasure. Tom couldn't help let his
eyes drift down to her cleavage as she deeply inhaled the vapors from
the glass.

"It's really quite enticing isn't it Tom?" She asked.

Tom realized that he was staring at his hostess' breasts and turned red
in embarrassment. He'd been caught peeking and he had no idea what to
say. Looking up at his hostess he just gazed into her eyes as she
smiled, satisfied. Tom took this to mean that she didn't mind him
peaking.

"Wonderful weather we're having this time of year isn't it? Very warm,
for the time of year." She said, turning to the group.

They continued to make small talk for the next hour as they shared the
drinks. It wasn't until Mary noticed that sun had gone down and
remarked about the city lights that the young couple noticed the
effects of the potent liquor. Mary was slurring her words and teetering
a little against Arthur as she laughed at the jokes going around the
room.

Tom was having trouble focusing on the conversation, focusing instead
on the women in the room. Whether he looked at his sexy wife or his
hostess he couldn't help but be attracted to their physical assets. He
was sure he saw the same signs in his wife, her slightly flush skin
looked taut in the evening light, her eyes glistened as they did when
he became romantic with her and her nipples were obviously hard against
the material of her dress. Tom expected a wild night in the sack when
they got home. Perhaps he'd feign too much to drink and take Mary home
now.

"Let me show you a trick." Arthur said to the group. "That is if Mary
will be my assistant..."

"As long as you don't cut me in half!" Mary said as she dissolved into
a fit of giggles. Clearing her throat and trying to recover she tried
to sit up straight on the couch. "What do I have to do?"

"Nothing at all, my dear, just look into the glass." Arthur said as he
refilled his glass and held it in front of Mary so that she was looking
down into the crystal. He quickly dipped one thick finger into the
glass and gently swirled the liquid making a red swirling spiral
against the clear drink. Mary watched, her breathing deepening, her
eyes glazing over, her face becoming slack.

"What is he doing to her?" Tom asked, concerned and afraid for his
beautiful young wife.

"Nothing really. He's just allowing her to be open to her feelings, to
the sensations of her body." Sonia whispered; her warm breathe in Tom's
ear. "She is feeling similar effects from the drink to what you are
feeling."

Seeing his innocent bride like this was at once terrifying and
intoxicating. His erection hardened in his pants as he watched her. It
occurred to him that he should stop the dominating man and take his
wife home, but he was unable to act, entranced by his wife's state.

Arthur dipped his finger into the liquid sending thick streams of red
into the moving pattern. Mary watched his finger as he lifted it from
the glass without speaking, her breathing deep and regular. He moved
his finger towards her pouting mouth. Parting her red lips, Mary slid
her tongue out to receive the drops of the liquid, several falling onto
her chest. Arthur placed his finger on her tongue and allowed Mary to
lick the liquid from his thick digit. The pretty red head shuddered and
let out a tiny moan as she closed her eyes and savored the flavor.

To Tom it looked almost like Mary was sucking on a cock, her head
titled, her neck outstretched, her back arched to reach Arthur's
finger. Perhaps he should say something... Sonia distracted him again,
this time by offering her red finger. Looking into her deep blue eyes,
Tom allowed her to slide her finger between his lips. The liquid burned
on his tongue, an elusive flavor of cinnamon, or licorice, or pepper,
always changing as the alcohol warmed his entire mouth. Tom felt his
head spin.

Sonia smiled at him again; this time there was no doubt in Tom's mind
that she was attracted to him. Reaching down she undid one button on
her jacket, pulling it open to expose her right breast. Dipping one
finger into the drink she carried the red liquid in her long nail to
paint her nipple deep blood red. The nipple hardened under the cold
alcohol causing it to stick out hard and thick. Putting down the glass
she held her breast up and licked her nipple clean, a drop trickling
from her mouth. She wiped it off with her finger and let Tom lick it
off.

"That was so beautiful." Mary said as she watched the older woman.
"It's just so incredibly beautiful to watch..." Mary's eyes shone with
arousal.

"I suspect it would look even better on you Mary..." Sonia said as she
held Mary's gaze. "Would you like to try it?"

Mary looked at Tom, her face hopeful and excited at the prospect. "Is
it alright honey?" I mean, it's not like we've ever done anything like
this before, but it is such a wonderful opportunity... Please say
yes..."

Tom was torn; he was really starting to feel like he had lost control
of the situation, like things were spiraling out of hand. Still, he
couldn't resist the look of excitement, and anticipation, on his love's
face. "I guess so, as long as it's just you and Sonia. It wouldn't be
right for Arthur to be touching you that way, no offense..."

Arthur smiled and nodded confidently as he sat back to watch. "No
offence taken mate. I hope you don't mind that I watch though, Mary is
simply stunning."

Sonia turned to Mary, once again enrapturing her attention. "Why don't
you pull those straps down and let us enjoy your beautiful breasts."

Mary blushed, but complied. She pulled the straps over her shoulders
and started to pull the top down. The dress was tight over her breasts
and she had a little trouble. "Sorry, I'm having a little trouble..."
Mary giggled. "It must be warm in here, it's almost like they've
grown..."

"They have..." Sonia reached up and helped the young woman reveal
herself. "It's one of the pleasant effects of the Angel's Blood. The
elixir enhances the size, and the sensitivity of your breasts."

Mary looked down, gasped, her mouth open in pleasure as the material
pulled over her hard nipples. She looked up at Sonia, her lips still
parted. The older woman stroked Mary's breasts, gently pulling on the
hard nipples. Mary quietly groaned with pleasure, her eyes becoming
heavy.

Tom could clearly see the change in his wife's body. Mary's breasts
were always large and firm, but they seemed to be a little firmer and
rounder. Her skin tone seemed a little more vibrant and her nipples
appeared to be even larger than normal. Her breasts weren't any bigger
per se, just fuller.

Sonia dipped her finger into the clear liquid, its color turning to red
in contact with her digit. Lifting it up she let a few drops fall onto
Mary's erect nipple. Mary gasped as the cold alcohol touched her
excited flesh. Sonia leaned forward and licked the red drops from the
nipple. Mary let out a squeal of pleasure as Sonia's pink tongue
touched her nipple. Sonia dipped her finger in the glass again and
dripped the cold liquid onto Mary's other nipple. Mary slowly began to
grind her hips against the couch. She looked up at Sonia waiting for
instruction.

"Go ahead beauty..." Sonia's eyes blazed as she said in a low, almost
hypnotic voice. "Taste it from your own flesh..."

Mary grasped her breast and pushed it up towards her mouth. Reaching
out with her tongue she licked the tip of her nipple experimentally,
whimpering in pleasure. Bowing her head a little more she began to lick
and suck on her breast, moaning, breathing deeply. Sonia covered her
other nipple with the dark red liquor prompting the young woman to
switch to the other breast. Her moaning increased to a muffled
crescendo as Mary visibly shook.

Eyes still closed, Mary slowly pulled her breast from her mouth, a line
of spit pulling between her lower lip and her nipple. Breathing heavily
she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Sonia. Sonia leaned down
and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined as Mary pulled the older
woman closer. They kissed for a number of seconds before Sonia pulled
away. Mary stared at her, her breasts rising as she breathed heavily.
Sonia appeared to be caught up in the moment; her skin almost appeared
to glow. Tom also noticed Arthur as he ogled his Mary, his hand
grasping his thigh, probably his erection, in his pant leg.

"That was unbelievable Sonia..." Mary said, suddenly blushing in
embarrassment, her eyes wild with bliss. "I've never felt anything like
that before... Oh my, I'm sorry, I got completely carried away. You did
warn me how strong that liquor is, I'm so sorry..." Mary started to
cover her breasts.

Sonia stroked Mary's cheek. "Don't be embarrassed my dear, it was all
perfectly natural, and you're here with friends. I'm certain our
gentlemen friends enjoyed it."

Mary looked over at Arthur to see him watching her closely; she turned
away in embarrassment to look at her husband. Despite his look of
pleasure and arousal her face showed a hint of shame. How could she
have done this, let alone in front of her husband, and these strangers?


Sonia knelt down in front of Mary and gently kissed her. Mary responded
immediately to the older woman. "None of that," Sonia whispered,
"There's nothing wrong with feeling pleasure, or with showing that
pleasure to others."

Mary looked up at Sonia, her face brightening. It's not like she'd
cheated on her husband or anything. In fact, Mary started to like the
feeling of being watched while she was aroused like that. She started
to feel the warmth return between her thighs at the thought.

"But let's not forget our men." Sonia said indicating the men seated at
either side. "Tell me Mary... Does Tom have a big cock?"

Mary was dumbstruck for a moment, not only by the question itself, but
also by the word 'cock'. "Sonia... How could you ask such a question?"

"Not to worry my dear... You're safe here with me, there is no need for
secrets..." Sonia said in that slow, mesmerizing tone. Mary felt
herself drifting with the words. "But as aroused as this evening has
made you and I, and believe me I'm dripping wet right now, it has made
our poor gentlemen equally aroused.  I just wanted to make you a little
bet."

"A bet?" Mary asked. "What kind of bet?"

"Well, Tom here looks like a pretty strapping young man..." Sonia said,
eying the bulge in Tom's pants.

Mary nodded in agreement. "He's wonderful."

"And both of our men have aching erections in their pants." Sonia
continued, her voice becoming a little husky. "I bet they could use
some blissful relief much like you just enjoyed."

"I suppose Tom and I should be heading home then, I don't want to leave
him like this too long..." Mary considered as she looked at her husband
with lust in her eyes. "But what does that have to do with the size of
his, um, his size?" Mary wanted to say cock, the idea sent tingles down
her spine, but she just couldn't bring herself to use such a word.

Sonia leaned over to Tom, undid his fly, and pulled out his aching
cock. Gently, she stroked it with her hand as Mary watched. She longed
to feel his hard warm flesh in her as he pounded away.

Tom was a little embarrassed. While he was a fairly tall and muscular
man, his penis had always seemed small. Last year, when he and some of
his squad mates hired the services of a prostitute while on leave in
Paris, the woman had insisted on lining the men up and inspecting them.
Tom's erection was noticeably smaller than the rest of the men, and the
prostitute commented that it was a 'poor little 4 incher'. He had been
embarrassed by its size ever since. Still, it looked pretty big in
Sonia's delicate hand.

"Do you mind me stroking your husband's cock like this Mary?" Sonia
asked.

"No..." Mary said slowly as she watched. The sight of another woman
stroking her husband's hard penis turned her on. "In a way I like it. I
can see he's really enjoying it, and his... um... penis looks so strong
and hard in your hand."

"You've never been with another man. Have you Mary?" Sonia asked.

Mary shook her head. "No, I've only ever slept with my husband. And
he's perfect... I mean he feels perfect... I mean his size, it's never
hurt me and he's always very hard." Mary felt her head spin a little,
talking about her husbands penis with the other woman was definitely
making her pussy wet.

"Then here's my wager..." Sonia said, letting go of Tom's stiff
erection to sit between Tom and Mary. She leaned in close to the young
woman, her breast pressed up against that of the other woman. "Arthur
has a very large cock."

Mary's head spun, the desires in her body overwhelming her thought
processes. The sensation of the other woman pressed against her breast,
the smell of Sonia's hair swirled around her face, all made anything
the woman said hard to resist. "Yes, but I don't understand..."

"No, I'm saying that it is unusually large. And I'm betting that one
look at Arthur's cock and won't be able to resist it..." Sonia said,
her voice enticing the young woman. "And if you can't say no... I get
to fuck your husband, ride him until he explodes, and suck every last
drop of his cum."

The last sentence shocked every nerve in Mary's body. This was too
much. Mary would never give herself over to another man, let alone
allow Sonia to have Tom.

"No, I'm sorry Sonia." Mary said, her voice shaky with anger, betrayal,
and jealousy. She would never give herself over to another man, at
least that's what she would like to believe. But the truth was, she was
frightened that she might. "There's no way I would even consider
touching another man, and I can't let you make love to my husband. I
think we need to go."

"Just look, that's all Mary, then you can go. Arthur?"

Mary turned her head away from Sonia. "I don't... Oh my Lord..."

Mary couldn't believe what she was seeing. At first her mind wouldn't
register what her eyes were telling her. Arthur stood beside Mary,
towering over her. From his open fly sprouted what at first appeared to
be a toy baseball bat. It took several seconds for Mary to realize that
she was looking at an erection more massive than she could even
imagine. It looked more like it belonged on one of the horses she used
to ride as a teenager than the organ of a man.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Sonia said admiringly as she hugged herself
close to Mary, gently touching the other woman's thigh. "You can't even
imagine the pleasure he is able to give you."

Mary was speechless. Her heart was beating like a jackhammer in her
chest, her nipples ached, and her pussy felt hot with need. The huge
organ hung just inches from her face. The length of the shaft bowed
down gently in a slight curve. Its length was carved with thick veins
pushing up against the soft flesh. The head of the monster was huge,
fat and darker than the rest. Below it hung a large scrotum with two
obviously full balls. Her head spun as she watched the large man's
heart beat through his cock, every beat would twitch the massive organ.
She had only ever experienced Tom's penis, his cock. She had never had
any desire for a larger partner. But from somewhere deep inside she
felt a primal need for the large organ begin to push over her like a
wave, soft but inexorable.

"Mary... please don't ..." Tom started to say. He saw the look on his
young wife's face, the yearning, the need, the slow loss of control,
the inability to fight her primal desire. "don't do this to us..."

"It's your decision Mary..." Sonia said, cutting off the feeble
attempts by Tom to reach his wife. She quietly reached back and started
stroking Tom's erection again with one hand, effectively silencing him,
as she whispered in Mary's ear. "It's awesome isn't it? You can't even
imagine the pleasure you would feel from a fat cock like that filling
your cunt."

Mary wasn't really listening to Tom, or to Sonia. She was aware of the
woman's close touch and her warm breath in her ear, but the words were
just getting lost. Without thinking she reached a hand up to touch the
erection. Her hand looked positively tiny compared to the firm flesh as
she ran two fingers along its length. She was surprised at how warm his
skin was, almost hot. Gently she grasped the cock at its root, pushing
the shaft upwards. The shaft was thicker than her hand; she was unable
to close her fingers around its girth. Compelled, she leaned in close
to sniff the base of the cock she held.

"Yes..." Sonia hissed. "It's truly wonderful. Let his smell take
you..."

Mary inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, as her body reacted to the
slightly musky smell of his body. When she opened her eyes she found
herself a little dizzy and leaned back on Sonia for support. The older
woman wrapped her free arm around Mary and kissed her on the neck. Mary
slowly stroked the massive shaft as she gazed up at it in wonder. The
cock slowly hardened in her hand standing straight.

Dreamily, she looked over at Tom, her gaze seeming to focus and
un-focus as she looked at him. "Don't do it baby..." He pleaded.
"They've done something to us... I don't know what, but you can fight
it... don't give in..."

"It's all right honey; don't worry..." Mary answered with a sexy grin
as she looked at Sonia's hand stroking her husband's erection. "I'm
just looking at it, just like Sonia asked. Besides, you sure look like
you're enjoying the sight of your wife touching another man's...
another man's cock." Her eyes seemed to look off into space before
looking back at the huge cock in her hand. "I won't do anything bad,
daddy, I only let you screw my coochie. I just want to look at this
beast, that's all."

Mary stroked the length of monster cock with one hand while she hefted
Arthur's balls with the other. The large man gave out a pleasurable
grunt when she touched them. Little by little she leaned closer to the
organ until her face was inches away. With every stroke she closed her
eyes and savored a wave of pleasure and desire as it washed across her.

"Don't feel bad slugger," Sonia whispered to Tom as she continued to
stroke his painfully hard cock. "She really can't resist him you know.
He can have any woman he wants with that thing, even without it."

Tom tried to resist, but the feeling of her hand sliding up and down
the length of his cock coupled with the intoxicating smell of her skin
made it impossible for him to act. He stared down at his cock. It was
harder than he had ever felt before, and it hurt. It was like his cock
was trying to burst, split open to release the pressure within. 'It
must be an illusion,' Tom thought, 'but my cock looks so much bigger
than normal in her hand.'

"If you haven't realized yet," Sonia continued, "we're not quite like
you and Mary."

Tom looked up at his beautiful innocent young bride just as she reached
up to use both hands to stroke the massive erection. The cock was rock
hard now, veins bulging from its shaft; it must have been easily a foot
long and as thick around as Mary's forearm. Slowly she moved her face
closer to the monster.

"I can't believe it's so big..." Mary gushed as she stroked it. Her
eyes glazed with pleasure as she looked up at the hard rod. "I didn't
believe you Sonia, but I can't stop touching it, I want it so badly..."

Mary, no..." Tom stuttered.

"I know. I promised Tom," Mary said without looking at him, "but the
only thing keeping me from acting like a complete whore is the fact
that this monster would tear me in two. There's no way it would fit
inside me, it scares the hell out of me the thought of what it would do
to me..."

"Oh look!" Sonia shouted with glee. "It's started snowing outside! I
just love the first snow of the season, let's watch!"

She pulled Tom up by the hand and guided him over to the wide picture
window. He followed her, his erection sticking out of his pants, and
looked back at his wife longingly.

Arthur gently took Mary's delicate hand in his and helped her up. His
cock softened slightly and swung in front of him as he placed his thick
arm around her slim waist. Tom's heart fell as he saw her keep one hand
on Arthur's cock as they walked like a pair of new lovers.

Outside the window huge flakes of slow fell over the city covering the
park in white and making buildings appear to glow. Sonia stood close to
Tom, her bewitching smell accentuating the feeling of her soft body
pressed close to his.

"It's chilly here by the window, isn't it." Mary said with a shiver.
Arthur moved in close to the beautiful young woman and put his arms
around her waist. Mary snuggled back into the embrace of the large man
pressing her round ass against his thick cock. "Oh, my!" She exclaimed
as she felt the firm flesh against her body. "Whoa big boy!" She joked.
But she continued to press against it.

"She can't resist her instincts you know." Sonia whispered in Tom's
ear. "Now that she's seen his big cock, touched it, it won't be long
before she gives in completely to it. And Arthur knows exactly what to
do with that piece of meat too. He'll fuck her so hard that your little
Mary will do anything for him."

Even as Sonia spoke, Mary reached back with both hands to pull Arthur a
little closer, one hand finding his cock behind her back. Arthur's
hands slowly caressed Mary's body, especially her full breasts, as the
young woman gazed out the window to be hypnotized by the snow.

"Why?" Tom asked, his voice a whisper, unable to react.

"Why my dear boy?" Sonia said as she kissed his neck, the contact
sending waves of pleasure through his body. "To feed. Haven't you
figured it out? Arthur and I are vampires."

Tom tensed in terror, but was still unable to fight back, or to flee.
It was almost like being wrapped in a warm blanket. His mind wanted to
flee, but his body couldn't move of its own accord. "Don't worry Tom,
it's not like you see in the movies, Mary will live through the
experience." She grabbed his erection with her warm hand as she briefly
pulled on his earlobe with her lips. "But you, I have other plans for
you. I promise you it won't hurt though." Tom felt his balls tighten as
he almost came.

"Oh my!" Sonia exclaimed in mock realization. "These poor boys have
been such gentlemen keeping us warm by the window while their poor
bodies ache for relief."

Mary seemed to snap out of her trance as she turned around to regard
the massive cock in her hand. Arthur just smiled.

"Why don't we play a game?" Sonia said as she knelt in front of Tom and
held his cock in her hand. "We'll have a contest, Mary and I, to see
how long it takes us to get the other's man off." Mary giggled at the
idea and nodded, her eyes bright with anticipation. "And to make things
really interesting, the gentleman who cums harder takes his choice of
partner."

Mary nodded enthusiastically, her hand stroking the big cock a little
faster. "OK by me. Arthur may have a big cock, but nobody spurts like
my Tom."

"It's a bet then." Sonia said as she knelt on her knees in front of
Tom's cock, not touching it. "You two count me down as the second hand
reaches the top of the clock."

"Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Go!" The pair counted down, cheering as
Sonia began.

Cupping his balls in the warm palm of her hand Sonia looked up at Tom.
"OK stud... I know you're all ready to blow, just let me take you
there..."

Tom closed his eyes. He could already feel the cum boiling at the base
of his incredibly hard cock. Sonia placed her tongue at the base of his
erection and slowly drew it along the length of his shaft letting out a
low moan as she went. Only half way up his shaft Tom could feel his
thighs begin to shake. He was alternately feeling elation at the
sensation and shame at the fact that he was cumming after one lick from
the pretty woman.

Sonia's pink tongue reached the swollen head of his cock. Tom let out a
wail of pleasure and pain. A thin spurt of cum shot from the end of his
cock, arching into the air and hitting the window easily 4 feet away.
Mary cheered as the cum hit the window easily at chest level in front
of him. His body shook as he ejaculated five or six such spurts onto
the glass in front of him, each a little lower on the glass, before
turning into a dribble oozing from his cock head onto Sonia's hand.

"Yaaaay! Way to go baby!" Mary shouted in glee, obviously turned on by
seeing her husband's ejaculation. "I told you Sonia, Tom spurts like a
horse."

Sonia giggled and smiled, as if to take pity in the young woman's
loyalty to her husband. "He did very well..." She said as she paused to
lick cum from her hand. "How long did I take to relieve him?"

Mary looked over at the clock on the wall. "Oh, um, well, gee, it
hasn't even been a minute yet." She looked at Tom, and then averted her
eyes out the window.

Tom could feel her disappointment as he sank to his knees with fatigue.
He had always had strong orgasms, but this one seemed to take
everything out of him. He was so tired he could do nothing but watch.

"OK Mary, it's your turn now." Sonia said as she waited for the second
hand to sweep to the top. "Ready?"

"Ready..." Mary slowly sunk to her knees in front of the huge organ. It
hung down, somewhat soft, still an easy eight inches of flesh, longer
than Tom's penis fully erect. Tom had a penis. But even in her mind
there was no way she could call the organ sitting inches from her face
anything but a cock. She stared at it, mesmerized by its size, thoughts
of what a cock that large would feel like trying to push into her tight
pussy. She became painfully aware that her nipples were pressing hard
against her dress and that her pussy was literally dripping wet.

"Three, Two, One... Go!" Sonia finally said as she watched, her eyes
burning with lust.

Mary quickly grabbed the soft cock with both hands and started
stroking. She was buoyed to feel the cock instantly begin to harden at
her touch. Despite grasping it with both hands the growing erection was
long enough to allow her to slide both hands up and down the shaft. The
cock hardened in her hands, it was easily a foot long and her hands
could no longer encircle its girth, and it stuck straight out towards
her face.

Mary looked up at Arthur with big wide eyes. The large man looked down
at her and smiled. Mary felt a strange warmth at his smile. "You won't
spurt in my face will you? Please give me a warning or something."

"I promise, you will know when I'm ready to cum." Arthur said
pleasantly. "You're doing very well my dear."

Mary smiled at the compliment and began to stroke the huge cock harder.
After a while her arms were starting to get tired and she was sure that
she had long since passed Sonia's time. 'Oh well,' Mary thought, 'I
might lose the first part of the bet, but there's no way this big cock
can spurt across the room like Tom's.'

Mary shifted position and tried lifting the heavy cock up to see if
that would stimulate him to finish quicker, but that made her arms even
more tired. She decided to try and pull the huge erection down a little
to give her arms a little rest. Pulling the shaft down to point more
towards her chest helped her arms, but after a few pulls several spurts
of white liquid shot out of the massive head and onto her dress. Mary
looked down at the mess on her best outfit for a moment before slowing
her pace.

"Was that it?" Mary asked quizzically, dabbing a finger into the stain.
"I mean did you spurt?" She looked up at Arthur, who just smiled
broadly.

"Oh dear girl." Sonia laughed for a moment. "No, you're just starting
to get him warmed up."

Mary looked at the hard cock bobbing in front of her face, still
stroking it with one hand. She turned to look at the clock. She was
shocked to see that she had been at it for fifteen minutes. It's just
that when she starts to stroke it she sort of loses track of time, she
gets mesmerized just looking at it.

"But my arms are burning. What am I doing wrong?" Mary asked.

"You're doing just fine Precious..." Sonia said, her voice swirling
around Mary's head. "But Arthur is different that your husband. He's
much more experienced and his cock doesn't just shoot off with a little
stroking. You really have to want it to cum."

Mary looked at Sonia, confused. The older woman walked over to her. As
she did she slowly unbuttoned her jacket and removed it revealing a
black corset that ended just before her large round breasts. Sonia's
nipples hardened as they came in contact with the cool air.

"I know he's entranced by your beautiful big titties Mary..." Sonia
said as she stood next to the beefy man. Arthur reached out to pinch
one of Sonia's hard nipples. "Why don't you pull down your dress and
show him your tits. I know seeing those big tits will really turn him
on..."

Mary thought about it for a second staring into Sonia's eyes. The young
woman's head spun with desire, making it harder to think. She really
wanted to please Arthur. "I guess that makes sense..." she considered.

"Maybe you should just take it off, keep it from getting wrinkled and
messy..."

"Yes..." Mary said slowly as she stood. "I guess you've already seen
them, so it doesn't really matter does it?"

Mary stood up, a little unsteadily, and undid the zipper at the side of
the dress. She slid out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Her
nipples immediately hardened, the sensation made Mary reach up to touch
them. She stood there for a moment dressed in panties, garters,
stockings, and heels as she caressed her full breasts.

Seemingly snapping out of her trance Mary knelt in front of the massive
erection again. She began to stroke it again, the occasional spurt of
pre-cum dripping onto her breasts sending thrills of pleasure through
her body. This time, instead of getting tired, Mary became more and
more elated and excited as she pumped the hard shaft. Nothing had ever
thrilled her as much as stroking the heavily veined cock trying to make
it spurt.

"I think maybe you won our little contest Sonia." Mary said with a
grin. She had been hard at work for another ten minutes. Her toned body
was now covered in a sheen of perspiration and she no longer felt cold.
"But I don't want to leave him like this. What's the secret to getting
this big boy to spurt?"

"There's no secret Mary. You just have to want it enough, he'll
accommodate." Sonia said with a smile. "Of course... It might help if
you used your mouth..."

Mary thought for a second. She had seen how quickly Tom had spurted
when Sonia licked his penis, perhaps she could do the same thing.
Besides, she was salivating at the idea of tasting the warm soft skin
of the cock.

Leaning in close, Mary stroked the cock with one hand. Her hand was
slippery, covered in the cock's copious pre-cum, sliding easily over
the fat head. With her other hand she gently hefted the massive
testicles, easily filling her hand. Tentatively, at first, she placed
the tip of her tongue at the thick base and slowly started to lick up
the length of the shaft.

Mary was surprised at the pleasant taste on the warm skin. As she slid
her tongue along the length she started to move closer, using her
entire tongue, to capture the flavor. As she approached the swollen
cock head she pressed her greedy mouth against the male flesh, the
taste making her head spin and her pussy clench in pleasure.

Licking the head like an ice cream cone she leaned back to regard the
massive organ expecting it to spurt cum from the large hole. She was a
little disappointed to see nothing but a thick white drop of pre-cum
forming from the hole. She had expected the same reaction that Sonia
achieved from Tom.

She regarded the thick white drop for a moment, inches from her face.
She became aware of the musky smell of the fluid. Before she realized
what she was doing Mary put her lips around the massive cock head and
licked the drop up. A feeling of elation spread from her tongue through
her body. Closing her eyes Mary moaned in pleasure as she forced the
fat cock past her lips.

Tom watched in horror as his wife sucked on the thick log of a cock.
She never even licked his penis at home; even Tom was differentiating
between his penis and the massive organ; and here she was moaning and
grinding her hips as she sucked on the man's giant cock. Despite his
anger and revulsion, Tom couldn't help but notice his cock was
hardening at the sight.

Mary lost track of all time. Both hands slid up and down the slippery
shaft stimulating an increasing flow of pre-cum into her greedy mouth.
She'd never felt like this before. Her whole body literally vibrated
with pleasure as she attended to the demands of the hard cock.

"Harder." Arthur said in a course whisper.

Mary obeyed and removed her mouth from the head, pre-cum dripping from
the tip onto her chin, and stroked the cock with both hands as
furiously as she could. She could feel the organ tightening and
instinctively knew that it was about to spurt.

"Cum for me! Fuck yeah, cum baby!" Mary shouted, lost in the moment.
She wanted his cum more than anything else she ever wanted in her life.
"Spurt your fucking cum all over me lover! Do it! Please cum for me!"

Arthur groaned as a thick stream of cum shot from his cock, six feet
across the room, to splatter against the top of the window. Mary
watched in shock and amazement as the thick stream of white cum hit the
window with such force as to splatter against it sounding like water
from a hose.

Mary kept pumping as another, and then another massive stream of cum
flew across the room and hit the window, splattering against it. Again
and again massive gouts of cum ejaculated from the monster bucking in
her hands, each accompanied by a groan of pleasure from Arthur.

Tom felt his balls tighten and his own pathetic ejaculation bubbling
from his hard cock despite the fact he'd not even touched himself.

Finally the ejaculations began to flag until hot streams landed on
Mary's body, dripping down her breasts and stomach. Mary continued to
pump the organ, slower now as his orgasm slowed, pumping cum over her
body.

"You did wonderfully Mary!" Sonia said warmly as she bent towards the
young woman. Mary let go of the slowly softening cock and looked down
at her cum covered body. "Oh, don't stop now, he's not really done...
Open wide!"

Sonia held the cock in her hands. It was obviously softening, no longer
standing straight out, but it hadn't appeared to lose any of its length
or girth. Mary opened her mouth without thinking. Sonia held the cock
to Mary's face and stroked it. Despite its massive and long lasting
orgasm Sonia was able to squeeze several mouthfuls of cum into Mary's
waiting mouth. Mary swallowed each one, her face a picture of rapture,
her body shivering with each mouthful.

Finally Sonia knelt next to the beautiful young woman and kissed her,
licking the thick semen from her face. Mary looked into Sonia's eyes,
gazing into them for a moment before a look of shock came over her.

"Oh my!" She said, a little sadly. "I guess this means I lost the bet.
I mean Arthur splattered that window. Tom's spurt was nothing compared
to it. But that means..."

"That's right dear. But a bet's a bet isn't it." Sonia said, her voice
taking on a slightly stern tone. "Arthur obviously outclassed your Tom
in every category. So, as per the wager, he has his choice of
partners..."

Mary looked up a Arthur who grinned back at her, taking off his shirt
to reveal a massively muscled chest and huge arms. She looked down at
his cock again. She was amazed to see it engorging and hardening again.

"And from the look of things, he has decided on you Mary." Sonia said.

Mary thought to protest. After all, her husband was here, and she'd
made a promise to him that she would never be with another man. But she
was so dominated by the massive cock hovering over her. Her body craved
that cock and her dripping wet pussy made it hard to think of anything
but submitting to the heavily veined monster.

She looked over at Tom, pathetic, sitting on the floor, his little cock
hanging there covered with his own cum. "I'm sorry baby, but I did
agree to the wager. I just never thought that you couldn't compete.
Besides, it's such an beautifully huge cock... well, I don't know how I
can say no."

Mary turned back to face the cock, thoughts of Tom just a distant
disappointment. She stood up to pull off the French panties that Tom
had given her as a honeymoon gift and waited for Arthur to remove his
pants. His cock was even more impressive when seen against his muscled
and veined body. She stepped forward and embraced his massive body, her
own body small by comparison. Mary literally melted in his arms,
pushing herself close to him, letting his cock slide between her
shapely thighs.

Tom mustered whatever inner strength he had left and stood up. "I won't
stand for this! Mary, let go of him! We're leaving or there's going to
be some big fucking trouble here."

Sonia stepped over to him and grabbed his cock and balls in one hand.
"It's too late Tom!" She said firmly. Tom felt his strength utterly
leave his body. He staggered, panting with exertion, unable to move.
Within her grasp Tom's cock hardened and began to ache like before. He
watched helplessly as Arthur effortlessly picked up his beautiful naked
wife. She lay placid in his arms, curled up like a child with her head
against his chest, as he carried her across the room with his big cock
swaying inches below her. He carried her over to the large table, lying
her down on top of its dark wood surface.

"She can't resist that big cock Tom." Sonia said quietly as she watched
Arthur position his big meat between the young woman's thighs. "And he
knows how to use it too. She'll be ruined for a regular little penis
like yours now. She'll never go back. Even if she goes home with you it
won't be long until she's back craving more of that monster cock in her
tight little pussy."

Mary squirmed as Arthur lowered himself and pushed the huge mushroom of
a cock head against her opening. She started to moan and buck against
him before he even entered her, coating the end of his cock on her
juices. She pulled her legs up to allow him better access to her
dripping snatch.

Sonia, still gripping Tom's genitals, guided him over to the couch to
allow them a front row seat. "Just watch your sweet little wife get
turned into a cock slut..." Sonia whispered in Tom's ear as she stroked
his hard penis. "In a few minutes she'll do anything he asks in return
for more of that monster."

"Oh god! It's too big! It won't fit!" Cried Mary as the fat cock head
pressed against her pussy. Surprisingly, after a few moments her pussy
relaxed to allow the swollen organ to slide past her lips. Mary
screamed and writhed under the giant man. "It's so big! It can't fit!"

Gently Arthur continued to press, sliding his monster cock half way
into the writhing woman. Tom watched in horror as his wife twisted and
screamed under the pressure of the huge cock. He could clearly see that
the fat shaft stretched her tight pussy to the limit. Her cries drilled
through his mind as he listened to her being punished, or at least
that's what he thought until he realized that they were cries of
desire.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Mary came, a huge orgasm like she'd never
experienced before. Her entire body felt like it was being stroked by
the wonderful giant cock that filled her pussy. "Deeper! Fuck me
deeper!" She screamed as she writhed around the hard flesh pole. "Give
me your cock! I need it! I need your fucking cock in my cunt!"

Arthur smiled and began to pull his cock out of the thrashing woman
until just the fat head remained in her convulsing pussy. The skin on
his shaft glistened with her juices as he let his cock slide in and out
of her ever so slightly as she moved.

Mary sobbed, panicking. "Oh god no! Put it back in, fuck me with your
monster fucking cock! Please! I'll do anything you want, just put it
back in!"

The big man slid his massive cock back into the pleading woman throwing
her into another overwhelming orgasm. Mary grabbed her breasts,
pinching her hard nipples as tears of pleasure ran down her face.
Screaming in ecstasy she turned her head and looked over at Tom,
unseeing, her whole being wrapped in the massive cock buried to the
root in her grasping pussy.

"I can't believe it..." Tom said sadly. "How can she act like that? How
can she even fit that thing in her, she was so tight for me?"

"I'm sorry to break it to you Tom..." Sonia said, watching as the young
woman let loose with a string of expletives as she experienced another
crushing orgasm. "It's more a case that an average woman can
accommodate a small penis like yours, but she's really built to need a
big cock to become truly aroused and breed efficiently."

"Breed?" Tom asked, suddenly scared that his wife might carry the
brute's child.

"Don't worry, I don't think Arthur plans on breeding her. I think he'd
rather just use her as a cock toy." Sonia answered calmly as she pulled
up her skirt to reveal her bald pussy. Slipping a leg over Tom she
straddled him and slid onto his hard penis. "Now this is going to hurt
a little darling, well, honestly it's going to hurt a lot."

Tom had a hard time concentrating on what Sonia was saying to him. Her
pussy was hot and wet, and it hugged every inch of his penis. She
pushed her firm breast into his face for him to suck on her long hard
nipple. Involuntarily he began to thrust as he neared another quick
orgasm. The sound of his wife screaming in passion for another man was
strangely pushing him to the brink.

"I can give you a cock that's as big, or maybe even bigger, than
Arthur's." Sonia said as she gently rode the young man, her pussy
tighter and tighter around his penis. "Would you like that Tom?"

Tom nodded, breathing heavy as he neared climax. The feeling of her
taut body, her tight pussy, the sounds of Mary begging for more cock
all filled his senses.

"OK. It's a deal then. Oh, there is one catch though..." Sonia said,
breathing heavier as she felt Tom's orgasm start. "You have to die
first."

Tom ejaculated into Sonia, hard and long, jet after jet of cum shooting
from his aching penis. He came longer than he ever imagined until, with
each spurt he began to feel weaker and weaker, the world around him
getting dim, his vision darkening until all he could hear was his wife
crying out.

"Yes! Yes! Cum in my pussy! Fill my cunt with your cum! Fill my cunt!"

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Tom slowly regained consciousness. He felt terrible, like he actually
had died and his brain just hadn't realized it yet. He couldn't move,
couldn't see and his ears were ringing as if someone put an air raid
claxon in his aching head. Slowly his senses started to return one by
one.

First came smell. He could smell Sonia's intoxicating mixture of her
hair, perfume, and her warm skin. A little farther away he could smell
his wife's wet pussy, and a muskier smell he could only assume was
Arthur. He smelled cum, a lot of it, the smell permeating the room.

Then he started to have a sense of taste return. He had a strong taste
of Angel's Blood in his mouth, like he had just swallowed half the
bottle, and a more subtle taste of Sonia's skin.

Next he began to hear muffled noises that slowly resolved into the
sound of Sonia's breath, heavy, but constant. Then he started to hear
the sound of slurping, and Mary moaning. He could only guess that she
had that huge cock in her mouth again. "Now please put that big cock in
me again lover..." Mary purred. "Fill my cunt with your juice again
..." followed by a cry of utter ecstasy.

Slowly light and dark shapes began to take shape in Tom's vision. He
could already recognize the blur that was Sonia, slowly moving up and
down on his lap. As his vision sharpened he realized that he was lying
on the couch. Turning his head slowly sent his vision swirling in a
wave of dizziness. When it cleared he could see Mary on her back, legs
pulled up with one hand caressing her breasts while the other stroked
the base of the thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Finally he began to feel sensation across his body starting with a
burning pain in his chest, and his cock. He tried to scream but found
no voice, only a gasping noise emanating from his throat. It felt like
someone had dropped a cinderblock on his chest and his cock felt like
it was on fire.

"Go slow baby..." Sonia said in a soothing, hypnotic voice. "You've
just been dead, and that hurts." Tom looked up at her quizzically. "I
told you earlier that we're not like you and Mary. That's because we're
Vampires; you are too, now."

Tom tried to talk, but was still unable to make more than a groan.
Sonia kept sliding her tight pussy slowly up and down his burning
shaft. It felt like someone had beater it with a hammer, doused it in
alcohol, and lit it on fire. But coupled with that was an intense
pleasure like he'd never felt before. Every nerve ending tingled with
sensation keeping it rock hard and on the verge of orgasm.

"You see lover, Vampires feed off of your life force, your sexual
force..." Sonia explained as she slid off his erection to kneel on the
couch between his legs. "I had to drink all of life force in order for
you to begin to drink of mine. And, as you'll see, sex is the best way
to feed. Look, it's already having an effect."

Sonia held Tom's penis in her hands, her tongue dancing on the tip. No
wonder it hurt so much; its length must have almost doubled from his
pathetic 4 inches, but it was still pretty thin. Sonia slipped the head
between her red lips and swallowed its length. The sensation made his
cock burn and his balls ache, but he was unable to orgasm.

"It'll take a little more time, you and I, before it reaches its final
size." She saw Tom look over at Arthur. "You don't think he started out
that way do you?" Sonia said with a smile as she re-mounted Tom. "He's
mine. I made him, like I'm making you, and I own him, just like I now
own you."

Arthur groaned, his cock hardening even more, filling Mary with so much
cum that it oozed out around his cock and made a puddle on the table.
Mary screamed in utter rapture before laying back, spreading hot cum
over her breasts and drizzling it into her greedy mouth.

Tom lay there on the couch for what seemed like hours. Sonia continued
to ride his painful cock, never allowing him to climax, while they
watched Mary become a cock slut, begging for the cock time after time
until even Arthur began to tire.

"Time to get cleaned up dear, it's been a long night." Arthur said as
he helped Tom's wife up from the table. She took his hand and followed
the intimidating man out of the room to the bathroom where Tom could
hear the sound of a shower running, followed by more moans from his
wife.

"He'll fuck her at least a dozen times before he's done with her
tonight." Sonia said as she happily slid up and down on Tom's expanding
cock.

"I want to leave." Tom finally managed to say. "I want to take my wife
and leave this place."

"You're free to go if you wish Tom" Sonia said with a condescending
look, much like a mother answering a bratty child who wants to run away
and join the circus. "But I think you'll have to wait until tomorrow,
look out the window."

The tall window was half obscured by dried cum. Tom could easily see
the difference between his pitifully small squirts compared to the huge
splatters made by the monstrously large cock. Outside the window though
the snowfall had become a blizzard. It was far too cold and snowy for
them to hail a cab, and it would be suicide to try and walk.

"Take the spare bedroom, go collect your bride, we'll see how you feel
in the morning."

Sonia climbed off Tom's hard cock letting it bob in the cool air. She
reached down and stroked its burning length until Tom finally exploded
covering his stomach and chest with cum.

"I thought you'd appreciate that." Sonia said as she walked off towards
the bathroom.

Tom managed to get himself up off the couch and stagger after her. He
reached the oversized bathroom to see Mary kneeling down in the large
walk in shower fervently sucking the foot long cock again.

Sonia efficiently stripped out of the rest of her clothes revealing a
stunning body, easily a match for Mary in any category, and stepped
into the shower with the pair.

"Tom has decided that he and Mary are to leave in the morning as soon
as it is feasible." Sonia said as she reached down to stroke Arthur's
cock. He started to groan again. Tom could see his balls tightening up
against the shaft of his cock as he filled Mary's eager mouth with his
cum. Mary managed to swallow the first few spurts before pulling the
cock from her mouth, blast after blast covering her face and body in
the steam covered shower. Finally, after Arthur had finished cumming,
and after Mary had sucked him dry, she stood to wash herself off.

Tom handed her a soft warm robe to dry off in and took her to the spare
bedroom. Once inside he bolted the door and climbed next to his young
bride in bed.

"I'm sorry Tom..." Mary said. She was truly sorry too. The loved her
husband dearly. "But I made that stupid bet, and to be honest, I
couldn't resist that huge cock. He made me feel in ways I'd never even
imagined." She snuggled close and kissed Tom, a chaste kiss on the
lips, like one would give a brother. "I promise Tom, I've had my fling,
and tomorrow we'll go home and never speak of this again."

Tom kissed her back, trying to raise some passion, but both were
exhausted. Of course he didn't believe for a second that the pair were
Vampires, or that he'd somehow died. Tom figured that they had been
drugged somehow, probably that Angel's Blood. There's no other
explanation for Mary's behavior, or his own. Tom was sure that they had
been hallucinating, or hypnotized, or something, there was no way that
a human cock could be the size that Arthur's appeared to be. The pair
drifted off into a fitful sleep.

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Tom woke with a start. It was still dark out. The clock on the mantle
said 1:30 in the morning. Something seemed wrong though. Looking over
he discovered that Mary was gone, and the door was unlocked. As quietly
as he could Tom left the room and went looking for his wife. He heard
whispered voices from the kitchen.

"Fuck me hard baby! Fill my tight little pussy with your big fucking
cock!" It was Mary whispering, trying to stifle her moans of pleasure.

Tom peered around the door to see an erotic tableau lit by several
candles, giving it a feeling of an occult ceremony. He peered at the
silhouette of his beautiful young wife's back, the candlelight
highlighted her full breasts and hard nipples as they jutted forward as
she supported herself on the counter. It also highlighted and the curve
of her ass. And the giant cock that slid into his wife like a monstrous
python. The two looked up as he leaned into the flickering light from
the candles.

"Oh Tom... I'm sorry... oooo fuck me baby..." Mary said in between
moans and gasps. "I know I... ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, like that baby... I
know I said I... ugh... was done but... yesssss, oh yeah, oh your gonna
make me cum again... I couldn't resist it Tom... I... yeah... yeah...
needed one more time... oh fuck baby..." Mary began to keen, her body
shaking, as Arthur slid his cock deep inside her, making her cum.

"Go back to bed Tom..." She said as she smiled back at the huge man who
was pumping a foot of thick cock into her. "I'll be back to bed in a
while. We'll go home in the morning."

"Sorry mate." Arthur said smiling triumphantly at Tom as he grabbed his
wife's slim waist and started ramming his cock hard into her body.

Tom made his way back to bed and lay there, unable to do anything,
until Mary came back and quietly slid in beside him. It was 3:00. Tom
drifted back to sleep to the sound of his wife masturbating, moaning
and whispering about a big cock.

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Tom awoke again. Mary's side of the bed was cool and empty, the clock
said 4:15. Tom made his way out of his room and down the hall following
the not so muffled cries of his wife. He didn't bother to peek around
the corner, but walked right into the master bedroom to see his wife
straddling the thick body of their host, impaling herself on his
massive organ. The huge cock completely filled Mary's body, her labia
tight around the thick wet shaft.

Sonia saw Tom walk in. "Oh, I'm sorry Tom, did we wake you?"

Mary leaned up around to look at Tom, her face registered guilt as she
saw the sad look on his face. She didn't stop riding the monster cock
that was deeply engaged in her pussy.

"I couldn't stop myself Tom..." She said in gasps, her face flush and
her body covered in sweat. "But just knowing that this big fat cock was
in the next room... fuck me daddy... deeper... fuck my little cunt
daddy..." Mary stopped talking as she was overwhelmed by a crashing
orgasm. She bore down on the thick cock, filling her pussy with its
flesh, as her body shook. "I promise Tom, tomorrow we leave... I'll
control myself... but tonight... I need this... I need this fucking
cock... fucking... oh god yeah... fuck my cunt daddy... make me your
cock slut..."

She dissolved into a quivering shaking mass as another uncontrollable
orgasm overtook her. She ignored Tom from then on, unable to resist the
huge cock, unable to think of anything else but the cock buried deep in
her pussy.

Tom stroked his hard erection, unable to resist watching his wife fuck
another man, a vastly superior man. Sonia slid across the bed to take
his penis in her mouth as he came. She easily swallowed his ejaculate
before looking up at him. Tom was suddenly exhausted.

"You should go back to bed." She said as she went over to Mary to
stroke the younger woman's body like one would stroke a prized horse.
"Things will look different in the morning, I promise." Sonia turned
away from Tom, effectively dismissing him. She pulled the huge cock
from Mary's wet pussy, sucked on it while she slid her fingers into
Mary's pussy. Replacing the huge cock back into the bucking woman she
slid a lubricated finger into Mary's little pink asshole eliciting
another screaming orgasm.

Tom quietly left and went back to bed. He eventually passed out to the
distant sound of his wife's orgasms. He didn't hear her return to bed.

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