The Client List: An Erotic Vampire Story (3 page)

She slowly licked and nibbled her way back to the head, Carlo watching everything she did, his breathing growing shallow and fast. She ran the point of her tongue around the crown, finding the sensitive spot underneath, taking an experimental lick. Carlo grunted, his cock jerking in her hand. She took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue still working that spot, hearing Carlo moan as he watched his cock disappear between her red lips.

Roxanne took him as far into her mouth as she could, feeling the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She pulled him back out, sucking hard as she did, his cock making a satisfying ‘pop’ she pulled him from her mouth, then jacking him hard with her hands.
You know the drill, Roxie: wash, rinse, repeat...do that again.
She took him again and again, pulling him out, sucking hard each time, working him with her hands after she pulled his cock back out.

Carlo’s hips were flexing forward insistently and she opened to him, finally letting him set the rhythm as he began thrusting into her mouth, taking him fully, letting him fuck her mouth. He’d wound his fingers into her hair, holding her head, grunting with each stroke. She wondered briefly if he’d come in her mouth or jack off, give her a facial; she decided either way was fine.

Since he was holding her head and fucking her mouth, she had a hand free to play with herself. She wrapped one hand around his hard, muscular thigh for balance and slid the other between her legs, rubbing herself. She found she was quite wet; apparently being in control was a big turn on. She ran her fingers over her clit, rubbing it, moving her hips in time with Carlo’s thrusts. She looked up to see him watching both his cock in her mouth and her fingers rubbing and touching herself. Roxanne heard a moan and realized it was hers; she was making almost as much noise as Carlo.

She got the answer to her question: Carlo’s thrusts were getting erratic, his breathing harsh and loud. In one quick motion he pulled his cock from her mouth and tipped her back on the floor. He straddled her face and for a panicked moment she though he was going to choke her with his cock. But he was jacking himself furiously, crying out with each stroke, his hips thrust forward, tensed and primed for his orgasm. His cries were growing louder now, his hand on his cock a blur above her face.

Suddenly he stiffened. Roxanne saw his balls contract and with one final animal sound, he came, his hot cum hitting her cheek. Out of habit she opened her mouth, extending her tongue as he looked down, his eyes widening. His cock was still pumping, streams spurting from the tip and he shot them into her waiting mouth. Vamp orgasms seemed to go on forever, and Carlo was no exception, his cock still pumping but more slowly, his cries turning softer, more pain than pleasure, his spurts now hitting her chin and neck.

He finally swung away from her, sitting back on the floor, his cock in his hand still erect, dribbles of cum running down the side. She sat up quickly, pushing him back on the floor, surprising him. She straddled his hips, leaning down and kissing him, her tongue in his mouth.

“Can you taste yourself?” She’d swallowed most but not all of his cum. He looked up in shock.
Oh, crap...now you’ve gone too far.
But instead of turning into an outraged vamp, he pulled her back down to him, kissing her again, his tongue probing her mouth, his kiss passionate and hot.

Roxanne felt his cock rubbing against her inner thigh. One thing she knew, vamps didn’t need recovery time like mortal men. They were ready to go, and Carlo was no exception. She reached
down, grabbing is cock, guiding it into her wet slit. She was still looking for her own release and she intended to ride him until she came.

Sitting back, his cock buried to the hilt in her body, she looked down at Carlo. He’d reached up, grabbing her breasts, kneading them, pulling the nipples, a strange longing in his eyes. She leaned forward, teasing him, her breasts swaying just out of reach of his mouth, not sure how far she could push him, knowing his apparent love of breasts. He was trying to pull her down to him, hands now tugging on her shoulders.

“Please...” She was totally taken by surprise by the word. Vamps had incredible strength; he could, as he’d said, bend her body with his own hands.

“Roxanne...
please.” She leaned down then, her breasts in his face, his mouth seeking and finding one hard nipple. She shuddered as he sucked hard, an electric jolt running through her body. His hips rocked upward, his cock flexing inside her as he sucked again at her breast.

She began riding him then, his massive cock filling her completely.
This is pretty damn amazing, even for a vamp.
She could feel Carlo’s fangs brushing against her nipple.

“Do you want to feed from me, Carlo, from my breasts?”
Wait...did I really say that? What the hell...
Totally unfamiliar emotions were running through her. She thought she actually cared what this vamp wanted, cared about how he felt. But this was supposed to be a business transaction, sex for money, not a charity case.

Carlo looked up, an unreadable look on his face. He let go of her breast, pushing her upright, away from him.
Roxie, again, stop pissing off the vampire.

“Would you let me? You’d let me
feed that way?” The wonder in his voice was a total shock, totally unexpected. For being a vampire, he suddenly looked like a mortal, one who’d just been given a million credits.

Roxanne stroked his face, smiling. Again, she felt a tenderness that was absent from all her other encounters. “Yes, Carlo, you can.”
I must be getting soft here; this is unbelievable.

“This must be uncomfortable for you, on the floor.” Carlo pushed up on his elbows. “You’d be more comfortable in bed.” He lifted Roxanne off his body, leading her to the bed. He pulled back the covers and picked her up, laying her down on the soft sheets. He fussed briefly with the pillows,
then lay down beside her.

“You’re sure?” He asked again. Roxanne nodded, not sure she trusted her voice to say yes.

“Oh, Roxanne, you’ve made me a very happy vampire.” He bent to kiss her mouth and it was a shock, the kiss was gentle, move like a lover than a john. She was momentarily confused, kissing him back in kind, feeling those strange emotions again.

He slid down in the bed, kissing a soft line across her neck, skimming right over the spot where he’d bitten her before. He reached her breast and heard him sigh as he took her nipple into his mouth. She tensed, waiting for the pain.

But as Carlo bit her, she felt a radiating sense of heat spreading through her body, the euphoric feeling of being bitten intensified beyond anything she could imagine. She drew in a sharp breath, arching against his mouth, twisting and writhing on the bed, wanting more. He began to suck then, to feed from her breast, and then there was more; her body took on a life of its own, every cell alive and pulsing, flooded with pleasure. She clutched the sheets, wanting to be devoured by his mouth, to have him suck and feed for all eternity, to never have this feeling end.

She began to buck and arch up on the bed, an orgasm building in her even though the only thing touching her was Carlo’s mouth, his fangs buried in her flesh, his tongue flicking over her nipple, sucking from her very soul. She was crying out, animalistic sounds like none she’d ever made coming from her. She looked down at him sucking, her breast in his mouth,
the tiny stream of bright crimson blood running down her chest fueling her body even more.

Her hips were thrusting up on their own, seeking attention. Carlo shifted on the bed, never leaving her breast, rising over her, pushing her legs apart, climbing between them. Roxanne waited for his cock to fill her, to add to the fire that was consuming her body.

Carlo rose up on his knees, pulling Roxanne’s body up with him, suddenly thrusting his cock hard up into her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips, her weight fully on is cock. He held her effortlessly against him, wrapping his arms around her as he rammed her down on his rigid shaft. He began thrusting up into her, hard and fast, as he sucked feverishly at her breast. She was grunting with each thrust, the breath almost knocked out of her. Roxanne could do nothing but hang on and give her body over to the experience.

She could hear him grunting against her breast now, sensing he was close to another massive orgasm. Her own body was screaming for release and hearing him sent her into overdrive. He was holding her ass with both hands, pushing her down as he thrust up into her.

Suddenly Carlo threw his head back, screaming, as his orgasm broke, thrusting sharply into her, lifting her up by her hips and ramming her back down on his cock as it exploded in hot streams inside her. Roxanne saw her blood on his lips and fangs; the sight of it sent her over the edge, her whole body convulsing against Carlo as she erupted in a mind-blowing series of orgasms, one after another.

She felt herself slipping into some dark place, her mind unable to handle the sensations her body was experiencing. She was falling, sliding away from all thought; the only thing she knew was incredible pleasure racing through her body, wave after wave.

Roxanne opened her eyes. She was lying in a big bed, covered up with blankets. A glass of orange juice sat on the bedside table.
What the hell happened? And where the hell am I?

Memories came flooding back. She was at Carlo’s...they’d had mind-blowing sex...he’d bitten her. Roxanne’s hand flew to her neck and then she remembered. She tore the sheet away from her body, looking down at her breast, expecting to find it chewed to a pulp. But all she could find were two tiny pinpricks, already fading.

She lay back on the pillows. Where was Carlo? Was it daylight, was he sleeping in his crypt or coffin or whatever he slept in during the day? Vamp apartments rarely had windows and if they did, they were usually covered with shutters or heavy drapes.

A buzzing sound startled her. She looked over and saw her device on the table. Frowning, she picked it up. She glanced at the time; it was only early morning, hours from dawn. She scrolled to her messages, blanching at what she saw. Her contract with Carlo had been cancelled, marked as incomplete.
Shit, I fucked this one up. Passing out once was bad; passing out twice was too much.
She scrolled quickly to the credits, hoping against hope she’d at least get paid for a feed/fuck, since he had done both.

What she saw made her gasp; there were more credits in her account than she’d ever seen, far more than she’d ever had in her life. Her head was spinning with this new information when another message flashed; her entire contract with the company had been voided. She was unemployed. None of this made any sense.

As she was trying to decide what to do, the bedroom door opened and Carlo entered. He was wearing a black t-shirt and loose sweatpants, looking relaxed and calm. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Roxanne.

“How are you feeling?” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. He looked down and noticed her device in her hand.

“I was hoping I’d get here before you read those. I have some explaining to do.” He looked concerned, embarrassed and a little vulnerable; emotions Roxanne had never seen a vampire display. He reached over and took the device from her, setting it on the bedside table. He took on hand in his.

“Roxanne, you have given me the most incredible experience I’ve ever had. You were self-less and kind, something I didn’t expect, even if this was a business deal.” Roxanne nodded, not really understanding.

“And there is no fancy way to say this, so I’ll just come to the point. I’d like you to stay here, with me. Not as a slave or pet or plaything, but as a person in your own right, to come and go as you please, but to be my companion. If that’s agreeable with you.”

Roxanne was stunned. There were again unfamiliar emotions churning inside, and she finally recognized one: past the hurt of loss, the anger at the betrayal of other men, she found a tiny flame of compassion and hope.

And the sex would sure be worth it.
She sighed inwardly;
Roxie the cold-hearted hooker.

She pushed that thought away. Maybe it was time to give up the life of a hooker and maybe this was a way to start.

She looked up at Carlo. “I agree. I’ll stay.” She blew out a breath. And thought:
What have I just signed up for?