It was just after 11 P.M. when I finally hung up the phone. The waiting line for tier up 1 had closed over an hour ago, and they had called clear at 10:15. I was stuck on a song, however. I do over-the-phone technical support. I used to do actual amend on telephone set and tablets. Now I just work on the software system. The customer I had just finished with, she had a particularly nasty bit of malware on her computer that would not go quietly into the night. I 'm supposed to be off at 9:30, but in our business of work, calls will go over your work schedule. You can cause up to twenty hours of overtime per week.

It was my Friday. Technically, it was Wednesday, but my Day off are Th and Friday. The plan had been to match up with Minnie at the Outpost, a bar dedicated to our military personnel and cleaning woman. Minnie 's full cousin had set up his karaoke machine there and I was supposed to meet her, her husband, and our acquaintance Joanna there.

We all worked at the like position, though today had been Minnie 's day off, and Joanna had clocked out at 9:30, like she was supposed to. Joanna was a night owl, like me ; she loved nights. She did n't get up before 10 A.M. she often said. Which was kind of not true, since our training course for this job had started at 6 A.M.

That was where we had met, Joanna and I. That was where we met Minnie, too. Minnie was also known by her Indian name, Minnie `` Moose '' Bushytail. full-blood Comanche Indian. Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more than beer in a single glass than most multitude could in a whole eve, and still be sober enough to drive Daytona 500 and polish off 4th or better.

Joanna, on the other hired man, was a bit more touchy in her build. She was a curvaceous miss, and kinda weird. The just kind of weird. She always wore her hair in a rather special way. She had a ponytail of sorting, held up with hair fall, while the backbone of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that mixed her dark tomentum with streaks of blond. If you 've ever seen Lulu from final exam Fantasy X, then you kind of have an idea what it looks like.

She also had strike that covered about half of her face. She wore glasses, so in our training class she was always blowing chain of it out of her hair. And she almost always wore dark-skinned vesture and colored lipstick of some type, usually a color she called `` death wild blue yonder. '' I thought it was kind of endearing. And she was n't too lots older than I was ; only by about five months or so.

Anyway, Joanna had peaced out long ago, and it was now my bout. I logged off and clocked out. I was exhausted, and though I had made plans, I debated calling them off to go home. As I left the building, I switched my speech sound back on ; for protection reasons, headphone were supposed to be switched off on the cry floor. The moment it booted back up, I got a text from Joanna

'' U coming ? '' it asked me. After a brief argument with myself, I text back : `` OMW ; c u soon. ``

I was soon in the car and driving down the main road towards El Reno, a XII minute drive in the opposite direction of home. When I got to the Outpost, the doorman did n't ask for my I.D. He remembered me from last clock time. Instead, he just motioned me in with a nod of his head.

The last time I was here, I 'd severalize a couple hooligan college students to shove off. They had been making trouble all night, and had actually followed Alces alces, Joanna, and myself from another bar we had been at former. They were both hitting on Joanna quite hard, and I had run preventive. I was full at that. Not a particularly unspoilt wingman, but I 'm unspoilt at interference for my peeress friends. I 'm either `` young man, '' `` big brother, '' or `` gay friend. ``

'' Gay friend '' was my preferred. I 'm 100 % straight, but comfortable enough with my sex that I can wangle being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the I who tried to hit on Joanna that Nox very uncomfortable and leery. That night, however, I did not do `` gay Quaker. '' At Joanna 's petition, I played `` fellow. ``

At the outset bar we were at, they had been friendly and played a few biz of pond with us. They had started getting flirty with Joanna, who kept swerving both of them. We eventually left, but they followed us to the outpost, and continued their plot there. This clock time, I made a point of holding her helping hand out in the surface where they could n't miss it, and gave her a few forehead kiss. They caught the hint at offset, but every beer they took in made them louder and more brazen.

I later on took Joanna to the bar to get refills of our beverage when one of the Guy cut between us and tried to slip his paw into Joanna 's backside, nearly ripping her jeans in the outgrowth, he was so rough.

'' Whoa ! '' she screamed. `` Not cool ! ``

'' What 's your problem, bastard ? '' I screamed at him. He turned to present me, and almost knocked me out with his whisky breath. I do n't recall what he said, but I remember the look on his grimace when elk tapped him on the shoulder and said, `` I think it 's time for your last shout. '' His formulation went from, `` who the hell do you mean you are ? '' to `` I 'm make out '' in point-oh-shit seconds. He turned to face moose, and craned his cervix to look up ... and up ... and up.

I grabbed his chum and said, `` You both need to go. Now. '' They left.

'' planetary house the book, '' the doorman said. I signed my name in the book like I always did, and went back to Moose 's spot in the biz room, which consisted of a single billiards table and an electronic dart board. Moose was seated at the head of the foresighted board, her customary pitcher of tap beer sitting in figurehead of her, with what was perhaps the exclusive largest crazy stalk I had ever seen sticking out of it. It was about five times wide than a rule straw, and it looped and spiraled around itself as if it were trying to tie itself in a greyback. Moose had told us fib about this rather legendary straw before, about how it held a special place above the alcohol behind the bar because of her equally legendary status at the outstation. But this was the first off prison term I had seen it, however. It certainly looked like it had some stories to tell.

Joanna was seated next to her, a mix of vodka and fairy gripped firmly in her hands, the nails of which were painted jet black. As for myself, Moose had taken it upon herself to have a Bud hydrated lime waiting for me. It had clearly been sitting there for a moment, because it was no longer frosty from being fresh out of the fridge, but the bottle was unopened so it was still cool-ish. That would work for me.

I took the bottleful in my hands and positioned my fingers on the cap. eld ago, I had stayed with my step-brother for the summertime and he had taught me this trick to uncap a beer bottleful by `` snapping '' the cap off. He made it expect tops easy ; I only managed to slice my quarter round spread the first sentence I tried. I was 15. Now, ten long time later, I was a professional at it. I snapped the cap in Joanna 's commission, and missed. It hit the wall behind her, but she still reflexively ducked, then gave me probably the seraphic `` go to Hell '' feeling I 've ever received. I downed the beer pretty quickly, mainly because I wanted to move onto the adjacent one, preferably a cold one.

At first, there was really no indication that this night was going to be different from any other night. We told stores about our client, particularly the stupid ones or the ace who were pissed off for no reason other than it was a day ending in `` y. '' Shortly after, we started karaoke in the chief lounge. I sang a few birdsong. Foo Fighters, Shangri-la, inkiness Sabbath, and greyback Cash were a few of my go-tos. Joanna, though she would never admit it, could do a pretty good imitation of Florence + The simple machine. But it was European elk who always brought down the star sign with The bird of Jove 's Hotel California. Every week, she would sing that song and every week, she would ace it.

looking at back, however, a few affair stuck out as ... unlike about Joanna. For starters, she was normally a very timid someone, even when she was sot. She 'd always been somewhat shy and reserved around myself and our coworkers. When she sang karaoke, as commodity as she was at singing, she was always very stiff, hardly ever moving at all. That night, however, she was very animated and flirty.

Once we had a troll or two of karaoke under our belts, Joanna and I would retrograde to the plot elbow room where we would take in turns at throwing darts. `` The Queen of flit '' was a title of respect that my mother bad proudly held in her young person, and it was something that had been passed onto me, as I could throw fast and accurate. Did n't always hit the bullseye, but I would always get ending, and I always got the dart grouped together. I could have ten darts flying across the room in about seven bit. Joanna, on the other hand, was n't nearly so accurate or quick. She almost never hit bullseye, often hit near the edge of the plank or, on at least one occasion, missed the panel entirely and embedded it in the paries. We always had a good laugh about it, though. And on this special night, she seemed to be enjoying herself Thomas More than ever.

As we finished our biz of darts, we turned around to sit back down at the table only to get hold Minnie standing in front of us, someone 's earpiece ( it was either her 's or Joanna 's, as they both had similar phones ) in her hand as if to get hold of a picture. Joanna leaned into me and smiled widely, sticking her tongue out to where she was almost licking the incline of my face. I smiled too as Minnie took the picture.

When terminal song rolled around, Joanna was pretty toasted. She had n't drink in that much, but she was a featherweight when it came to liquor. I was still feeling pretty solid, however. I could never keep up with Moose in a drunkenness contest, but I could hold in my own for a few bottles and still be poise to drive.

I took care of mine and Joanna 's tab. It was a gentlemanly thing to do, especially since she was single and I thought she was cute. I did this every workweek ; at inaugural, she protested it immensely and tried to slip a 20 in my car. After a few multiplication, she eventually stopped trying, since I would always take in her in the act, or I 'd afford it back the following day. She had started doing so again the week before, and I told her if she did it again, I 'd stuff that twenty up her cooch. She seemed to think that was a promise and not a threat, as she did it again that night.

Moose and her husband had already buggered off, leaving Joanna and myself to our own devices. As I said before, I closed the tab and walked Joanna out to the cars. It was n't exactly 2 A.M. yet, so virtually everyone was still inside.

'' I 'm starving, '' she said as her eyes glazed over with hunger.

'' Well, we do need to eat something. All that alcohol does n't sit well on an empty abdomen, '' I added. `` There 's a Waffle House up the road. ``

Joanna got an tremendous smile on her facial expression. `` Waffle House sounds fantastic. '' About that fourth dimension, I felt her hand on my trouser. No, she was n't going for my zip fastener ; it was in my pocket ! I kept my telephone in that especial sack, so I naturally freaked out and jerked away.

'' What- '' I started to shout, and then saw the twenty waver to the ground. `` Oh, Deliverer, Joanna, really ? ``

At first, she gave me a deer-in-the-headlights feel like, `` I do n't jazz what you 're talking about. '' But once I picked up the twenty, her locution changed to one of guilt.

'' I told you to block up that, '' I exclaimed. I was n't mad, but it was a bit thwart. `` Remember what I said utmost workweek ? ``

'' That you were gon na stuff it up my cooch ? '' she replied with a wide grinning. I could n't assist but grin, too ; I 'd forget that I had used that fussy verbiage to give tongue to my displeasure in her action mechanism. I was hoping she would just recall that I had asked her not to do it again.

'' I did say that, did n't I ? '' Unfortunately, she did not demonstrate her cooch for stuffing at that detail time, but she did force down the cervix of her shirt just enough to expose a bit more of her cleavage.

'' I 'm not exposing my cooch. Not in public, anyway, '' she explained as she made a heading nod down towards her breast. I had to be merely content with shoving the cockle invoice into her bra. She smiled widely as my hand plunged between her tits and stuck the 20 in front of her pap. `` Sober me '' would not receive done that, but `` imbibe me '' thought it was an incredible idea. Of course, I tried to be gentlemanly by not copping a feel on the way in or out. Well, as gentlemanly as you can be when stuffing a XX into a pair of 36DD tits.

Once the banknote was tucked safely inside her bra, she turned back to her car and got inside. She waited for me to stake out first so she could follow me to Waffle House, which was n't too far away ; only a five minute jog up the main road. We got to the joint, sat down, and ordered our food for thought. Joanna was already starting to find the impression of her revelries.

'' I can already feel the headache coming on, '' she complained.

'' You know what 's fantastic for concern ? '' I asked, intending to bring up the copious amount of Tylenol I kept in my car for my kidney stones.

'' Sex, '' she replied flatly. I merely nodded in surprised agreement ; she was n't wrong. Sex was supposedly good for headaches, which was one of the many random factoids I had learned during my life.

'' And onanism, '' I added. `` Unfortunately, since we are in public, I can only offer Phenaphen. '' Joanna cracked a smile, but turned down the offer.

'' No thanks, I 've got some. I 'll take it when I get place. '' She sank back into her seat and seemed almost wistful for a moment. `` Masturbation is fun, though. ``

'' Oh, I totally agree, '' I said without even thinking. `` Especially when you get your collaborator to do it for you. That 's always fun, too. ``

'' I squirt, '' she replied. I looked up, rather puzzled. What a random thing to mention. We were really going down this rabbit hole, were n't we ? `` I 've never met a guy that could make me do it, but I 've made myself squirt before. ``

Six hours ago, this would not have been a conversation for a populace restaurant. But given that it was just after two in the morning, and the only other multitude give were in the kitchen cooking our nutrient, I had a opinion it would slide.

'' And how do you do that ? '' I asked.

'' I have a G-spot vibrator ... You know, the one with the curved lead ? '' she clarified upon seeing my disordered expression. I actually knew what she was talking about, as I had seen a few of them before and knew what they looked like ; I just did n't know that 's what they were for. `` Anyway, a G-spot vibrator and a mini vibe that do the fast one every time. ``

'' Well that leads to another question, '' I began. `` Do you discase down, or stay clothed ? ``

'' It depends on the mood I 'm in. If I 'm just rubbing one out before work, I take my panties off and leave everything else on. Because, again, I squirt, and walking around in squirt-filled panties is not fun. It starts to stink if you wear them for too long after. And I do n't mean the goodness kind of snatch smell. ``

'' fish tacos, '' I replied. Joanna winked affirmatively, but canned the conversation momentarily as our food had arrived. Once the waiter was gone, Joanna started up again. `` So what about you ? What makes your engine go ? ``

'' Oh, there 's a few matter, '' I mused. `` I kind of have a small shoe juju. Not a understructure fetish, but shoes. Like heels, flats, ticker, affair like that. ``

'' oil production, '' she bemoaned. `` Anything weird ? ``

I thought about it for a moment ; of class, there was, but did I really want to share that with her. I guess I should ; she told me how she masturbates. I guess it 's only mediocre to admit what I masturbated to.

'' Well, I have a thing for Spider-Gwen, '' I admitted. Joanna looked interested by this, so I continued. `` I also like Elsanna. '' This one got a puzzled look.

'' What ? What 's Elsanna ? ``

'' You ever see Frozen ? '' I asked.

'' Yeah, I have-Oh God, that 's 144 ! '' she laughed. I laughed too as she continued to have words me. `` They 're sisters ! How did you get into that ? ``

'' wellspring, after I watched that moving picture for the first-class honours degree time, I developed a crush on Anna, the red-header. That 's another matter that I absolutely love. I 'm a straight sucker for redheads. ``

'' Do n't switch the subject, '' she snapped. `` Explain, now. ``

'' Well, like I said, I had a infatuation on the Anna, so I looked up some fan art. Saw 'Elsanna'mentioned on a Tumblr page and went down a rabbit hollow. ``

'' That 's eldritch, '' she said, shaking her point and trying not to recrudesce into laughter again.

'' You asked, '' I said.

'' I 'm starting to wish I had n't, '' she replied as she sipped her coffee. That was the end of that finicky conversation, though we talked about other things while we ate our meals.

After we left Waffle House, I followed her up the main road to the interchange where she went one way to get menage, and I went the early. It was 3:30 A.M. when I got home. I sent Joanna a text letting her know that I had gotten menage safely, and received one dorsum from her a few second later informing me of the same. I then stripped off most of my dress, save for my evening shorts and lay back on the bed. It was 3:45 when I fell asleep.

***

When I awoke, it was still dark out. I did n't have it away what clip it was, honestly. I looked at where my alarm system clock was, but the show, which normally showed the fourth dimension in bright red color, was strangely dark.

I suddenly felt uneasy ; not quite sick, but something in my gut told me something was wrong. There was a audio, so elusive and lull that it would sustain been obscure had I been fully arouse. But lying there in the dark, in complete secretiveness, I heard it as loudly as if I was hearing it through a set of headphones. It was the strait of breathing.

someone was in my apartment.

I wanted to get up to find out who it was, but my trunk would n't strike. My legs would n't propel, and neither would my limb. Only my point was free. I was n't restrained, at to the lowest degree it did n't feel like it ; it was like I was paralyzed. I struggled for a few more transactions, or maybe it was arcsecond, I 'm not sure. Nothing moved at all ; every limb felt like it was weighed down by yard pound system of weights. I eventually gave up and came to the conclusion that I had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for this ! I closed my eyes and tried to impel myself to wake up.

I opened my eyes. Joanna was right over me. Not sitting on me ; she was floating above me. My brain refused to process what my eyes were seeing at first, but slowly, I took her in. Her hairsbreadth was still done up like it always had been, but her skin was deathly picket. Her wearing apparel from before were gone, replaced by a very sheer slice of dark-colored fabric that waved and fluttered, almost like locoweed. I could see every curve of her body through the fabric. Despite the fact that she was suspended in mid-air, the thin out cloth clung to her frontside like a wet tee shirt, showing off her erect tit as well as her puss, which looked like it had been freshly shaven. The solitary other garments she wore were a duad of lightlessness flat-heeled shoes.

As I stared at her and marvel whether or not I was still dreaming, she slowly descended towards me. I opened my sass to say something, but she quickly put her fingerbreadth over it, the classical `` shush '' mansion before she then straddled my stomach. I was right about her being impertinently shaven ; her pussy was silky smooth against my paunch, and rather cold, too. In fact, all of her tegument was icy to the touch.

She leaned in and raked her black nails across my cheek as she whispered in my ear, `` Just relax, and let me do all the work. '' Her vocalization was a bit deeper than it normally was, seductive and cool. She then closed her eyes and bit on my lower lip. I was suddenly soused as a plank in the only place I was n't already. Then a funny matter happened ; as Joanna nibbled on my lip, I felt a pair of very sharp ... something, I was n't indisputable what initially, but whatever they were, they scraped the inside of my low-spirited lip. I suddenly tasted my own blood, but not much of it. She moved down my chin to my neck, where she bit down again, this sentence a bit more painfully. I felt my body tense up up, but I still could n't move.

As Joanna pulled away, a light from outside reflected on her lips, and I saw what looked very lots like a pair of elongated, bead white teeth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

What the fuck was going on ?

Joanna scooted forward, the flimsy textile dress she wore now hung loosely over her soundbox, still waving wildly in the still air of the apartment. A present moment later, she was shoving her genital organ into my face. In the low light, I could barely make out the outline of her kitty crack. What happened next must ingest been a illusion of the spark, if this whole scenario was even veridical. As Joanna spread her wooden leg wide, the inner backtalk of her pussycat opened up and I saw that they were in an odd SHAPE ; they resembled the backstage of a bat.

At least, that 's what it looked comparable ; as I said before, it all could have just been a prank of the spark. But regardless of whether that 's what they looked like, Joanna then moved herself forward and sat down on my face.

'' Lick me, '' she demanded, her frigidness thigh pressed tightly against my impertinence and temples. If this was a aspiration, might as well whorl with it. I stuck out my natural language and dragged it through her dent. She lolled her head back in go and started breathing heavily. Her hands pinned my wrists down, her nails dig into my skin. My lingua soon went asleep, but she dug her nails in deeper every prison term I slowed down. `` Keep going, '' she ordered. `` You 're not done until I say you 're done ... ''

I obeyed and continued, sucking her clit and lip. It was then that I was struck by the fact that her leg were pressed right up against my auricle, yet I could n't hear anything that would sound like stemma rushing through her veins. It was like her eye was n't beating at all.

'' Oh, fuck yes, '' she moaned, derailing my string of thought. She relaxed her clench on my articulatio radiocarpea and started wriggling on my face. Her snatch was dripping wet by now, and she spread those juices all over my cheeks. `` Now suck my clit. Hard. '' My lips closed around her clit and, as ordered, I began sucking hard. `` Bite it, '' she moaned. `` Make it run. ``

I was n't for sure what was stranger at this distributor point : the guild she was barking at me, or the fact that my rooster was straining inside my shorts because I was so turned on by the ordering she was barking at me. I bit down and let out a dampen squeal. She quickly leaned forward and started to move her hips back and Forth very quickly, her clit still pinned between my teeth. Faster she moved, and I soon tasted her blood line in my mouth. She was gasping for air in big breaths now, her clit throbbing as blood dripped into my mouth along with her own wetness.

'' thoroughly boy, '' she purred as she dismounted my face. I still was ineffective to move, and felt my heart and soul pounding wildly inside my chest ; I thought I was going to blow up. Joanna now knelt next to my body and looked down towards my shorts, where my erection had popped a collapsible shelter. She eyed it with the like hunger that I had seen earlier as we left the Outpost. `` Your good turn, now. ``

Before I could say anything, she took her hand and raked her nails across my stomach before digging under my waist. Her nails continued to scratch down my downcast torso until they found my set up cock. She dragged one nail up the underside, and nearly made me cum right there. She pulled the waistline of my shorts down and my stopcock sprung free people. Before I could react, Joanna leaned down and her mouth swallowed my hale turncock. I could feel myself inching further down her throat, which contracted tightly around me for a consequence before relaxing slightly with each up and down motion her head made, gently massaging and squeezing my pole as she went. And her teeth scratched the undersurface of my cock, too, while her fang scraped and poked at the head, threatening to reap yet More blood.

I managed to lift my foreland up enough to see Joanna 's saliva trickle from her sassing as she gave a gaudy `` slurp '' while pulling my pole from her lips. Then, much to my surprise, she stuck out her tongue and wrapped it completely around my ray of light. Her tongue squeezed and flexed around my gormandize rod, attempting to palaver every dip from it. She then took her hand and started massaging the tip, slowly and focusing on the bottom. `` This is a nice sized rooster, '' she complimented as she jacked me off. `` I bet you want to put it in me ? ``

I realized that I was nodding my school principal in accord. Joanna smiled and straddled my lap, my cock pointing into the air before her. She continued giving me a handy with one bridge player, while her free hand held up a single finger. She placed that finger between her breasts and dragged down. The sound of cloth ripping filled my ears and the front of her sheer attire fell apart, ripped by her sharp fingernail.

She began jerking me degraded until I felt I was on the brink of cumming. Then, Joanna lifted her body back up into the air for just a bit, glided forward forward, and used the hired man she had been jacking me off with to guide me towards her pussy, pressing my brain up against her slit. With a inscrutable breathing time, she fell back down, and my cock went inside her. Inside her was even colder than her skin, if that was potential. And even here, I felt the Lapplander tightness, the Saame contract-relax activeness her throat gave. But here, her vaginal walls also pulsed and throbbed at the Lapplander clip. It was almost like they were alive.

As my pole probed its way deeper into Joanna 's cooze, I felt the tip of my cock pressed up against something firm. Joanna stopped, having taken all of me inside her, and looked down at me. I caught a glimpse of Joanna 's eyes for the first prison term ; they were no longer their normal emerald green ; they were dull Second Earl Grey with a post of red in the center.

'' Now, I have one More request for you, lover boy, '' she cooed. `` You 're going to cum inside me. Understand ? '' Her fangs flashed before me as I nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the wall that I had been pressing up against inside her gave way, sending my head even further inside than I thought was possible. Joanna then started to depend upon me, grinding back and forth on my pelvis. Her vaginal walls still massaged me as I moved in and out of her. With each poking, my head broke back through that wall, and I started to get the feeling that I was pushing past her cervix directly into her womb. I was n't even sure if that was possible. Then again, zero about this had seemed possible.

Whatever was happening, it felt fantastic. Her vaginal paries, still ice cold, were milking me of ounce of cum in my orchis. Eventually, she stopped grinding me and started to bounce on my pole. This felt even better, as every down leap pushed me back into her uterus. I would hit the rampart, and then break through a super-tight opening before emerging into her womb. I could feel my muscle start to twitch and spasm, and I knew I was on the verge of cumming.

She must consume known, because she dug her fingers into my shoulder joint, scratching her nails down the English of my arms, drawing blood as she did so. She leaned forward, thrusting her lips against mine. Again, they were frigidness, but at the Saame time, so full of life. I kissed back, our knife twisting around one another, and I realized, for the low time, that I could move. My arms wrapped around Joanna and dug my own fingernails into her backside. hold, I did n't let nails ...

I felt line of descent drip onto my hand, which I looked at over Joanna 's shoulder. My own nails, which had grown out all of a sudden, were now pointed and razor sharp, and they were covered in rip. However, I shrugged it off. On any other night, it would seem strange.

I pressed my face against Joanna 's breasts and began biting them. Rather backbreaking, I might add. Too hard, perhaps. But Joanna did n't seem to mind at all. In fact, it seemed to serve the use of turning her on even more.
When I lifted my headspring, there were bloody bite marks where my dentition had pierced her chassis. Was that done with my teeth ? I wondered, because these combat injury looked like they had been made by some savage animal.

'' That 's it, '' she gasped excitedly. `` Just like that ! '' I 'm not sure where my pass went to next, but something deep within my mind snapped, and took over my body. It was like beast instinct, and I began to become more aggressive, crimson. We rolled over so that I was on top now, still thrusting deep within her like a madman. And with each jabbing, monstrous and inhuman sounds escaped my throat. I bit at her breasts, carved all-fired gashes in her shoulders with my nails, and bit again at her collarbone. Rather copious amounts of rakehell began to flow onto the bed. And as our bodies pressed together in fleshly bliss, I began to spread out up Sir Thomas More wounds on her eubstance with every sharpness, every scratch of my fingernails, and she did the Lapp. Everything turned red ; the pillows, the sheets, the paries, my wearing apparel on the story, and even Joanna 's body, which became sticky as the blood dried.

'' Oh, piece of tail ! '' she screamed in a mixture of annoyance and pleasance. I took my helping hand and grabbed her pharynx, cutting her off. My script squeezed, and she her scream became flyspeck gasps for air. Her optic soon rolled into the cover of her head, her body tensed up. She grabbed at my back, nails digging in, pulling me closer into her ! Her kitty-cat tightened up, but I kept thrusting with all my might ! I was surprised that her insides were n't mush by now, considering everything that I was throwing at her !

'' Oh, I 'm cumming, I 'm cummng ! '' Joanna meekly squealed, and it drove me over the edge. I gave one concluding almighty thrust, burst back into her uterus, and exploded inside her ! I 'd never came so hard before ; each throb of my stopcock seemed to post more of my come into her belly. I rolled back over onto my back and pulled her on top of me. Her soundbox was glistening with rip now, and I could n't tell if virtually of it was hers or mine. Considering how badly cut up the two of us were, with deep slash on our weapons system, backs, and torso, there was a commodity chance that it was an touch amount of both.

As she finally came back down from her high, she lifted back off of me. My cock fell limply from her pussy, and I saw just how enormous it was for the maiden time since it had first entered her. Then, it was just an average-sized phallus. Not pornstar-sized, but it got the job done. But now, I was staring at a monster of a pole, over a foot long and glistening with a mixture of my cum and her blood.

'' That was fantastic, '' she moaned, running a hand through her pussy, which had started to drip cum like a talebearing faucet. She was simultaneously playing with herself and rubbing my sperm into her skin. `` That 's a lot of cum, '' she added. `` Fuck a girl like that again, she 's liable to get fraught. '' She laughed, but not the normal laugh that I usually heard from Joanna ; this was a deeper laugh, almost like it was n't her laughing at all, but someone inside her, possessing her. But I did n't care ; I was too exhausted to manage. I just lay on my back, unmoving, as Joanna dug out two fingers replete of my thick, sticky cum from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. `` Mmm, tasty, '' she said.

I blinked once, and she was back in that sheer cloth attire she was in when she came in. She crawled over me, and I saw those pearly white fangs again. This time, though, they were stained with gob of dried blood.

'' We 'll ingest to do that again soon, lover boy ... '' she whispered into my ear, nibbling playfully on my earlobe. She then floated back into the air, where, with a snap of her finger's breadth and an almighty crack, everything went dark.

***

My eyes snapped spread the next dayspring, and the first thing I saw was my alarm clock display reading 1:09 P.M. I blinked and sat up. My head was pounding, my dream from the dark before just a fragmented memory. My eyes hurt when I opened them, and my totally organic structure ached, feeling weak and dirty. I had apparently drunk more than I realized the night before, as I recognized the signs of a hangover, and a sound shower bath usually helped with that. I forced myself to tolerate up and walked to my rain shower stall.

As I washed my consistence off, I heard my text ringtone go off. I ended my shower shortly afterwards and dried myself off. I picked up the phone and saw it was a picture message from Joanna. I opened it and realized that it was the image European elk had taken the night before, just after Joanna and I had finished the scud game. We looked kind of cute in the picture, I 'll admit.

I was about to read the accompanying message when I noticed something peculiar about Joanna 's smile : there, in Joanna 's wide grin, was a twain of what looked very a good deal like elongated, pearl white tooth, like fangs.

Vampire fangs.

I closed the photograph and study the accompanying message with a impression of unease :

'' Love this photo we took. Had fun. We 'll have to do that again soon, fan boy ... ''

I suddenly, I remembered my dream. I remembered Joanna 's latterly Night visit, and the kiss she planted on my lips, and the pearl lily-white Fang that were clearly seeable even in the darkness.

I rushed back into the privy and stood in figurehead of the mirror. I placed a fingerbreadth on my cervix and, lo and behold, there were two saturnine red roach just above my collarbone, right where Joanna had bitten me with those fang of hers. And as I looked closer at my whole trunk, I noticed the scars. Every wound that Joanna had opened the night before had healed, leaving behind swoon scars. I turned to my cascade, and saw the tail end was covered in a watered-down film of blood.

I looked back at the mirror and, reluctantly, smiled. for certain enough, I now possessed a pair of vampire fang, right where Joanna 's were. At that point, I said the only thing that made sense to say.

'' well, piece of ass. ''