Another piece.....
Just a quickie post to put up another one of my stories for the more mature audience....
Seduction
>This is one of my first attempts at Vampire Porn. Pretty straightforward male on female stuff, nothing fancy<
After a long day arguing with clients and distribution managers Rick needed to take the edge off.
Checking into a hotel just off the Trans. Canada he threw his bags on the bed of his small room and stripped down to have a shower.
While waiting for the water to get hot enough, Rick checked himself over in the mirror. Well toned, his all over tan worth the five hundred a month he payed, and a nine inch cock that was the envy of ever guy in the locker room.
Checking his hairline, he found no signs of any gray, thinning or receding hair. His greatest fear was that age would sneak up on him before he was ready, and he planned to fight it off any way he could when the time came.
Stepping into the shower he began to plan his evening as he washed the road dust off for another day. He had seen several single ladies in the lounge when he had checked in and any one of them would do for his desires.
The flood of memories of all the others he had seduced over the last couple years since becoming a traveling sales rep got him excited and he began to stroke himself. He smiled at how quickly his cock rose to his attention and gave in to his obvious need to take the edge off for the moment.
With little effort and an obviously well practiced technique he stroked himself to near frenzy, finally coming on the shower stall wall with the force of a fire hose. This did little to lower his excitement and grabbing a small bar of soap he leaned back against the tiled wall and continued to stroke himself using the soap to lubricate his shaft and enhance the sensation.
Rick had been more fortunate than most in his sexual escapades and had a wealth of pleasant memories to draw on to keep his manhood from wilting before he was fully satisfied. Still stroking his massive prick he began to roughly massage his balls with his free hand while trying to choose a memory to relive.
Leaning back and slowing his pace slightly he quickly thought about and chose to discard several before settling on the one he wanted.
A few months back he somehow managed to convince two girls to come back to his room at a hotel in Hull. Since he just 'happened' to have a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in his room, the three of them got quite uninhibited and the party got more than a little wild fairly quickly.
Picking up the pace he brought himself to almost the point of explosion, only then altering his stroke technique to draw out the pleasure of near orgasm for as long as he could stand.
The memory of having two well-endowed blonde sluts fighting over who was going to fuck him was definitely a highlight of his sexual career.
After a few more minutes of sheer selfish pleasure riding the edge of his orgasm he finally gave in to his need and let himself cum. What it lacked in volume it made up for in intensity, causing him to collapse to the floor of the shower finally feeling completely spent.
After letting the scalding water wash over him for a while, he finally started focusing on the evening the lay before him. Despite the current state of satisfaction he was feeling he knew he would want more before the night was over.
Finishing his shower he strutted out of the bathroom and opened the luggage. One pressed silk shirt and a pair of dress pants later and the image in the mirror was near perfect to the viewer. It needed something though, a final touch to complete the tanned work of art he saw before him.
After a moment thought he pulled a small golden crucifix from his briefcase and looked at his reflection. Smiling smugly at the result he quickly straightened up the room and headed out.
* * * *
After drifting into the bar, Yvonne had stayed towards the back, hiding in a trick of shadows.
She sat there nursing a drink that had not become any less full in twenty minutes, trying to avoid attention. She was hungry, and she knew that what she wanted would wander in before the night was over.
One always had before.
This bar was one of her favorite haunts between Montreal and Toronto. It almost always had a couple of sales reps from one company or another staying because of its location between Montreal and Conrwall.
Those boys usually were the kind she was looking for.
She wanted the selfish ones, the ones addicted to their own pleasure. She felt less guilty using one of them to satisfy her hunger.
She was really hungry.
Rick prided himself on being able to spot the ones to work on as soon as he entered a room. The lonely ones. It did not matter whether they were single or not, the lonely ones could be talked into almost anything.
The trick was to find a lonely one that was also a pretty one. He might be desperate but even he had his standards.
She liked what she saw the second he slithered up to the bar. He was young, handsome and very self-indulged. Now the fun could finally begin.
Waiting till he turned to watch the door, she slide up to the bar her glass suddenly empty.
"Can potted ferns get drunk?" She had to stop herself from giggling at that one. "Not now honey, it looks like dinner is ready."
She paused for a moment trying to time his looking away from the entrance with her putting her glass down. The sound of the glass on the bar could be heard over the background noise with him so close. As expected he had to look to see who was beside him.
Having lured in others like him before she knew what he wanted to see and gave it to him. A slightly distant stare at the glass with an almost pouted set of lips and an ever so light sigh as she looked up to find the bartender.
Lonely. They always wanted lonely. To them lonely was desperate.
Rick had to catch himself. She had beautiful long red hair, long tapered legs, flawless pale skin and at least a 38 DD. The overall effect was more than he usually expected to find at this hotel.
Quickly regaining his composer he looked her over from the corner of his eye.
Lonely, she was definitely very lonely. She was also one of the most exquisite creatures he had seen in months.
Glancing down he was happy to see no wedding band, but the hint of paler skin were one would have been. She was definitely lonely, and at least for tonight very single.
Emptying his own glass, he set it down and looked for the bartender. "Sal! I think the lady wants another."
Keeping her eyes a little distant she looked up at him. "Thank you." He was hooked, now to land him. "You know the bartender?"
She had a slight warble on the 'you'. She had been crying recently. Probably had a fight with the owner of that ring and was here to forget. Nodding he looked into her emerald eyes and decided on a subtle approach.
"Why is a beautiful creature like you drinking alone?"
"Oh really now." she thought to herself. If she wasn't so desperate herself she would have made him try harder. He was obviously too impatient or too self absorbed to care.
Faking a giggle she looked down at her glass and smiled sadly. "Why does anyone come to a bar alone? A handsome man like you could be asked the same thing." She couldn’t make this too easy.
Okay than, lonely but not really looking for company. Too bad, she was going to. The hard part was making her want it.
"There you are. Sal, whatever the lady is having and the usual... As long as you don't mind?"
The giggle didn't have to be faked this time. His look of mock concern was so obvious to her she couldn't help it. Quickly glancing down at her glass and faking a blush she tried to not sound like she was patronizing him. "It's alright."
"I can't believe this guy gets laid with lines like that. This moron definitely deserves to be used."
Smoothing the front of her dress she turned towards him and waited for his next move.
As soon as the drinks were paid for, he shifted on his stool to face her. He was rewarded with an amazing view of her cleavage, but lifted his eyes before she could catch him. Wouldn't do to be caught leering at her tits like a teenager.
The next twenty minutes were spent with idiotic small talk right out of a bad soap opera. She let him play his game through anyway.
The more enflamed the ego by the end, the easier it would be to get what she wanted from him without any guilt on her part.
Next he started the innuendoes meant to subtly broach the subject of going back to his room. She played dumb for about ten minutes, but giggled at the really obvious ones like an embarrassed school girl.
Then as if on a schedule he switched to talking about his work and what he sold.
"Would you like to see some of the free samples? They're right upstairs in my room." His speech was noticeable beginning to slur.
"I'd love to." This had gone on long enough and the bartender was beginning to pay too much attention to the both of them.
Faking to be more drunk then the only drink he had seen her with could have made her, she left the bar with him and headed for the elevator. Letting him catch her when she stumbled on the door groove to the elevator was a nice touch.
Sal couldn't believe what he had seen. She was either a complete bimbo, or Rick was the world's luckiest idiot. Cleaning up he decided it was the latter. Her glass had barely been touched.
"Why can't I ever be that lucky? Miserable self involved piece of shit." Putting the glasses in the washer he turned to watch them stagger into the elevator.
“Why is it those assholes that are the ones always getting laid?"
* * * *
Taking advantage of her stumble, Rick couldn't help coping a cheap feel. He was amazed at how firm her breast was despite its size.
She didn't seem to mind as she snuggled into his chest. He was even more positive he had her were he wanted when she didn't resist his kiss a moment later.
He was too heated by drink to notice that she was cold to the touch, very cold.
They didn't break the kiss till the doors opened on his floor, getting a giggle from the two teenage girls who where waiting there.
Since she still seemed to be having problems with gravity, he helped her to walk till they got to his door.
While he fumbled for his keys she quickly glanced up and down the hallway, glad to find it empty. He didn't even notice as she put the do not disturb sign on the doorknob, or that she bolted and latched everything as soon as the door closed.
Trying to avoid the awkward silence that always seemed to occurred at this moment, he headed right for the honour bar.
"Would you like another drink?" Even now trying anything too quickly could end the evening in a hurry. He was in no condition to go back downstairs and find another to take her place.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" She had to admit it he was smooth. Most of these pieces of garbage tried to take her the moment the door closed, figuring permission was given.
"No... Just trying to be polite. There are sodas in here too if you would rather ...?" That question was stopped by her taking him by the collar and slowly pulling him down on the bed.
"I thought you had something a little more ... fun in mind?" That should satisfy him. This had dragged on long enough.
“Or did I misunderstand you?" He was so drunk now that she could probably take what she wanted right now.
Looking at those pouting lips and those wide emerald eyes was to much for Rick. She wanted it, that’s all his ego needed to hear.
He slowly began to kiss her, become more passionate as she responded back. Now came the tough part. He knew what he wanted from her, but he had to at least try to give her something pleasant first before even trying to ask.
Still looking smug with himself, she watched him try to slide down to her legs in what he probably thought was an erotic manner.
"What ... what are you doing?" She had to make her voice shake a little to sound unsure.
His mouth was to busy to answer. Having slid almost off the bed he had lifted her skirt giving him a clear view of her shaved sex. By the time the sentence had escaped her lips his were busy exploring hers.
He always enjoyed watching them squirm as he probed around, finding the hot spots. This one didn't, but the look of rapture on her face when he forced his tongue inside her let him know that she was enjoying his performance.
His senses were too dull to notice something was missing. The musty smell and taste of her wasn't there. Before he did notice she decided to take more control of the situation.
"Please... I want you inside me."
He loved it when they begged, and this one sounded near fanatic with want.
If he had been sober he would have realized that less than thirty seconds of tongue lashing had never gotten those results before.
Managing to get upright he, from his point of view, slowly removed the shirt and pants. She had to admit he was a fine specimen. Well toned, even tan, and....
"Ohhh! Baby!" He took it for sexual excitement, she was doing everything she could to not lie there and drool.
"Darling, that has to be the biggest all night sucker we have seen in a long time." Giggling softly she got up on her knees facing him. Taking the beast with both her hands she started to stroke it slowly, marveling at its sheer girth.
She got him to lie down and started to work it over. Even though he was gone on drink she would have to do everything just right to get what she wanted without a fight.
She was barely able to get the thing into her mouth, and it took a lot of salvia to get it moving. Salvia wasn't a problem, she was near mad with hunger. Taking it in deeper she started to work the shaft with her tongue at the same time.
After a few minutes of this he was in sheer ecstasy. He had never been blown this well before. Most girls couldn't get that much of him into their mouths and keep up the rhythm long enough.
Most girls occasionally had to breathe.
Slowing her rhythm down a little she kept him near the breaking point, keeping one hand wrapped around the base. She was barely able to resist, but had to if she wanted to take him without a struggle.
When he started to moan she carefully nipped him, right below the crown. He was so close to the edge he didn't even flinch.
She then wrapped both her arms around his legs, locking herself to him. Taking his cock deep into her throat she picked the pace up to let him crash over the edge.
He came screaming with ecstasy, not knowing that every well-coaxed extra spasm shot more and more blood down her throat, feeding her thirst. By the time he was spent he was too weak to even realize he was dying.
* * * *
She hid the body in a dumpster about two miles from the hotel.
The hotel room was stripped of any trace of him and that was thrown into an incinerator.
The following night Rick joined his belongings.
Years of repetition made it all too easy for her.
She had to laugh at what it was like the first few times. Montreal was still looking for the serial killer that hunted pimps about a decade ago, as was Toronto.
Experience had made her careful enough not to arouse notice. Now she hunted for the thirst, not some self-justified crusade.
Turning off on a collector, she headed for Ottawa's waterfront.
Rick's car would fetch a nice price with a couple of quiet individuals she knew and its new owner wouldn't be going to the police about it being stolen, at least not in Canada.
THE END...
Any input would be greatly appreciated.
Later All
Seduction
>This is one of my first attempts at Vampire Porn. Pretty straightforward male on female stuff, nothing fancy<
After a long day arguing with clients and distribution managers Rick needed to take the edge off.
Checking into a hotel just off the Trans. Canada he threw his bags on the bed of his small room and stripped down to have a shower.
While waiting for the water to get hot enough, Rick checked himself over in the mirror. Well toned, his all over tan worth the five hundred a month he payed, and a nine inch cock that was the envy of ever guy in the locker room.
Checking his hairline, he found no signs of any gray, thinning or receding hair. His greatest fear was that age would sneak up on him before he was ready, and he planned to fight it off any way he could when the time came.
Stepping into the shower he began to plan his evening as he washed the road dust off for another day. He had seen several single ladies in the lounge when he had checked in and any one of them would do for his desires.
The flood of memories of all the others he had seduced over the last couple years since becoming a traveling sales rep got him excited and he began to stroke himself. He smiled at how quickly his cock rose to his attention and gave in to his obvious need to take the edge off for the moment.
With little effort and an obviously well practiced technique he stroked himself to near frenzy, finally coming on the shower stall wall with the force of a fire hose. This did little to lower his excitement and grabbing a small bar of soap he leaned back against the tiled wall and continued to stroke himself using the soap to lubricate his shaft and enhance the sensation.
Rick had been more fortunate than most in his sexual escapades and had a wealth of pleasant memories to draw on to keep his manhood from wilting before he was fully satisfied. Still stroking his massive prick he began to roughly massage his balls with his free hand while trying to choose a memory to relive.
Leaning back and slowing his pace slightly he quickly thought about and chose to discard several before settling on the one he wanted.
A few months back he somehow managed to convince two girls to come back to his room at a hotel in Hull. Since he just 'happened' to have a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in his room, the three of them got quite uninhibited and the party got more than a little wild fairly quickly.
Picking up the pace he brought himself to almost the point of explosion, only then altering his stroke technique to draw out the pleasure of near orgasm for as long as he could stand.
The memory of having two well-endowed blonde sluts fighting over who was going to fuck him was definitely a highlight of his sexual career.
After a few more minutes of sheer selfish pleasure riding the edge of his orgasm he finally gave in to his need and let himself cum. What it lacked in volume it made up for in intensity, causing him to collapse to the floor of the shower finally feeling completely spent.
After letting the scalding water wash over him for a while, he finally started focusing on the evening the lay before him. Despite the current state of satisfaction he was feeling he knew he would want more before the night was over.
Finishing his shower he strutted out of the bathroom and opened the luggage. One pressed silk shirt and a pair of dress pants later and the image in the mirror was near perfect to the viewer. It needed something though, a final touch to complete the tanned work of art he saw before him.
After a moment thought he pulled a small golden crucifix from his briefcase and looked at his reflection. Smiling smugly at the result he quickly straightened up the room and headed out.
* * * *
After drifting into the bar, Yvonne had stayed towards the back, hiding in a trick of shadows.
She sat there nursing a drink that had not become any less full in twenty minutes, trying to avoid attention. She was hungry, and she knew that what she wanted would wander in before the night was over.
One always had before.
This bar was one of her favorite haunts between Montreal and Toronto. It almost always had a couple of sales reps from one company or another staying because of its location between Montreal and Conrwall.
Those boys usually were the kind she was looking for.
She wanted the selfish ones, the ones addicted to their own pleasure. She felt less guilty using one of them to satisfy her hunger.
She was really hungry.
Rick prided himself on being able to spot the ones to work on as soon as he entered a room. The lonely ones. It did not matter whether they were single or not, the lonely ones could be talked into almost anything.
The trick was to find a lonely one that was also a pretty one. He might be desperate but even he had his standards.
She liked what she saw the second he slithered up to the bar. He was young, handsome and very self-indulged. Now the fun could finally begin.
Waiting till he turned to watch the door, she slide up to the bar her glass suddenly empty.
"Can potted ferns get drunk?" She had to stop herself from giggling at that one. "Not now honey, it looks like dinner is ready."
She paused for a moment trying to time his looking away from the entrance with her putting her glass down. The sound of the glass on the bar could be heard over the background noise with him so close. As expected he had to look to see who was beside him.
Having lured in others like him before she knew what he wanted to see and gave it to him. A slightly distant stare at the glass with an almost pouted set of lips and an ever so light sigh as she looked up to find the bartender.
Lonely. They always wanted lonely. To them lonely was desperate.
Rick had to catch himself. She had beautiful long red hair, long tapered legs, flawless pale skin and at least a 38 DD. The overall effect was more than he usually expected to find at this hotel.
Quickly regaining his composer he looked her over from the corner of his eye.
Lonely, she was definitely very lonely. She was also one of the most exquisite creatures he had seen in months.
Glancing down he was happy to see no wedding band, but the hint of paler skin were one would have been. She was definitely lonely, and at least for tonight very single.
Emptying his own glass, he set it down and looked for the bartender. "Sal! I think the lady wants another."
Keeping her eyes a little distant she looked up at him. "Thank you." He was hooked, now to land him. "You know the bartender?"
She had a slight warble on the 'you'. She had been crying recently. Probably had a fight with the owner of that ring and was here to forget. Nodding he looked into her emerald eyes and decided on a subtle approach.
"Why is a beautiful creature like you drinking alone?"
"Oh really now." she thought to herself. If she wasn't so desperate herself she would have made him try harder. He was obviously too impatient or too self absorbed to care.
Faking a giggle she looked down at her glass and smiled sadly. "Why does anyone come to a bar alone? A handsome man like you could be asked the same thing." She couldn’t make this too easy.
Okay than, lonely but not really looking for company. Too bad, she was going to. The hard part was making her want it.
"There you are. Sal, whatever the lady is having and the usual... As long as you don't mind?"
The giggle didn't have to be faked this time. His look of mock concern was so obvious to her she couldn't help it. Quickly glancing down at her glass and faking a blush she tried to not sound like she was patronizing him. "It's alright."
"I can't believe this guy gets laid with lines like that. This moron definitely deserves to be used."
Smoothing the front of her dress she turned towards him and waited for his next move.
As soon as the drinks were paid for, he shifted on his stool to face her. He was rewarded with an amazing view of her cleavage, but lifted his eyes before she could catch him. Wouldn't do to be caught leering at her tits like a teenager.
The next twenty minutes were spent with idiotic small talk right out of a bad soap opera. She let him play his game through anyway.
The more enflamed the ego by the end, the easier it would be to get what she wanted from him without any guilt on her part.
Next he started the innuendoes meant to subtly broach the subject of going back to his room. She played dumb for about ten minutes, but giggled at the really obvious ones like an embarrassed school girl.
Then as if on a schedule he switched to talking about his work and what he sold.
"Would you like to see some of the free samples? They're right upstairs in my room." His speech was noticeable beginning to slur.
"I'd love to." This had gone on long enough and the bartender was beginning to pay too much attention to the both of them.
Faking to be more drunk then the only drink he had seen her with could have made her, she left the bar with him and headed for the elevator. Letting him catch her when she stumbled on the door groove to the elevator was a nice touch.
Sal couldn't believe what he had seen. She was either a complete bimbo, or Rick was the world's luckiest idiot. Cleaning up he decided it was the latter. Her glass had barely been touched.
"Why can't I ever be that lucky? Miserable self involved piece of shit." Putting the glasses in the washer he turned to watch them stagger into the elevator.
“Why is it those assholes that are the ones always getting laid?"
* * * *
Taking advantage of her stumble, Rick couldn't help coping a cheap feel. He was amazed at how firm her breast was despite its size.
She didn't seem to mind as she snuggled into his chest. He was even more positive he had her were he wanted when she didn't resist his kiss a moment later.
He was too heated by drink to notice that she was cold to the touch, very cold.
They didn't break the kiss till the doors opened on his floor, getting a giggle from the two teenage girls who where waiting there.
Since she still seemed to be having problems with gravity, he helped her to walk till they got to his door.
While he fumbled for his keys she quickly glanced up and down the hallway, glad to find it empty. He didn't even notice as she put the do not disturb sign on the doorknob, or that she bolted and latched everything as soon as the door closed.
Trying to avoid the awkward silence that always seemed to occurred at this moment, he headed right for the honour bar.
"Would you like another drink?" Even now trying anything too quickly could end the evening in a hurry. He was in no condition to go back downstairs and find another to take her place.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" She had to admit it he was smooth. Most of these pieces of garbage tried to take her the moment the door closed, figuring permission was given.
"No... Just trying to be polite. There are sodas in here too if you would rather ...?" That question was stopped by her taking him by the collar and slowly pulling him down on the bed.
"I thought you had something a little more ... fun in mind?" That should satisfy him. This had dragged on long enough.
“Or did I misunderstand you?" He was so drunk now that she could probably take what she wanted right now.
Looking at those pouting lips and those wide emerald eyes was to much for Rick. She wanted it, that’s all his ego needed to hear.
He slowly began to kiss her, become more passionate as she responded back. Now came the tough part. He knew what he wanted from her, but he had to at least try to give her something pleasant first before even trying to ask.
Still looking smug with himself, she watched him try to slide down to her legs in what he probably thought was an erotic manner.
"What ... what are you doing?" She had to make her voice shake a little to sound unsure.
His mouth was to busy to answer. Having slid almost off the bed he had lifted her skirt giving him a clear view of her shaved sex. By the time the sentence had escaped her lips his were busy exploring hers.
He always enjoyed watching them squirm as he probed around, finding the hot spots. This one didn't, but the look of rapture on her face when he forced his tongue inside her let him know that she was enjoying his performance.
His senses were too dull to notice something was missing. The musty smell and taste of her wasn't there. Before he did notice she decided to take more control of the situation.
"Please... I want you inside me."
He loved it when they begged, and this one sounded near fanatic with want.
If he had been sober he would have realized that less than thirty seconds of tongue lashing had never gotten those results before.
Managing to get upright he, from his point of view, slowly removed the shirt and pants. She had to admit he was a fine specimen. Well toned, even tan, and....
"Ohhh! Baby!" He took it for sexual excitement, she was doing everything she could to not lie there and drool.
"Darling, that has to be the biggest all night sucker we have seen in a long time." Giggling softly she got up on her knees facing him. Taking the beast with both her hands she started to stroke it slowly, marveling at its sheer girth.
She got him to lie down and started to work it over. Even though he was gone on drink she would have to do everything just right to get what she wanted without a fight.
She was barely able to get the thing into her mouth, and it took a lot of salvia to get it moving. Salvia wasn't a problem, she was near mad with hunger. Taking it in deeper she started to work the shaft with her tongue at the same time.
After a few minutes of this he was in sheer ecstasy. He had never been blown this well before. Most girls couldn't get that much of him into their mouths and keep up the rhythm long enough.
Most girls occasionally had to breathe.
Slowing her rhythm down a little she kept him near the breaking point, keeping one hand wrapped around the base. She was barely able to resist, but had to if she wanted to take him without a struggle.
When he started to moan she carefully nipped him, right below the crown. He was so close to the edge he didn't even flinch.
She then wrapped both her arms around his legs, locking herself to him. Taking his cock deep into her throat she picked the pace up to let him crash over the edge.
He came screaming with ecstasy, not knowing that every well-coaxed extra spasm shot more and more blood down her throat, feeding her thirst. By the time he was spent he was too weak to even realize he was dying.
* * * *
She hid the body in a dumpster about two miles from the hotel.
The hotel room was stripped of any trace of him and that was thrown into an incinerator.
The following night Rick joined his belongings.
Years of repetition made it all too easy for her.
She had to laugh at what it was like the first few times. Montreal was still looking for the serial killer that hunted pimps about a decade ago, as was Toronto.
Experience had made her careful enough not to arouse notice. Now she hunted for the thirst, not some self-justified crusade.
Turning off on a collector, she headed for Ottawa's waterfront.
Rick's car would fetch a nice price with a couple of quiet individuals she knew and its new owner wouldn't be going to the police about it being stolen, at least not in Canada.
THE END...
Any input would be greatly appreciated.
Later All