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They Come at Night -- Dedicated to "wetcunt"
The flight from Los Angeles used to seem so long to me. Before “the incident,” that is. Now, time seems to have taken on a different meaning to me. It’s strange, in a way, how one single incident in one’s life can not only reshape one’s perspective but, reshape one’s entire existence.
It was seven years ago this Spring that I was in Paris, on what should have been a typical business trip. After meeting with the friend of an Associate, Jean-Claude, after-work drinks led to many more drinks and then, onto the Paris tourists never get to see. Or so I was told.
In the wee hours of the night these new friends led me to “The Underground” – a series of after-hours disco’s that required “passes” for entry. Once inside, it was clear to me that my hosts were well-known here and very well taken care of. Jean-Claude’s entourage was an assemblage of some of the most handsome men and gorgeous women I had ever seen. So striking were they that they seemed almost unnatural in the intensity of their good looks. Their good looks were only surpassed by their friendly and engaging manner going to great lengths to make me feel welcome, as it were.
The service personnel here doted all over them, cocktail servers, delicious, each and every one of them. Scantily clad, sensual, ever-alluring and always exchanging forbidden glances with my hosts, male and female alike.
I’m not sure exactly what happened next but what I do remember is that after hours of dancing, I was led to a series of tunnels beneath the club where the real party was. As we descended I was suddenly aware of the strangest scent. I’m not sure if it was perfumey or pungent or repulsive. It was simply like nothing else I had ever smelled.
As my hosts and our now new-additions from the staff upstairs ambled along, we eventually entered a chamber more akin to the Catacombs than a nightclub. The tempo of the music was more subdued here, almost hypnotic and trance-like. The lights were also equally subdued and the environment was almost cave-like.
As we entered, my hosts and others grabbed my arms and whisked me in the door where we were greeted warmly by staff and ushered to a very private area. Here, we were given hors d’oeurves, wine and champagne. Without warning, I was suddenly surrounded by these same gorgeous women who accompanied us and their hands and arms were around me like some surreal sea creatures. Arms and legs flailing in sexy, alluring and tempting ways.
The look on my host’s face was one of devilish delight as he watched me trying to figure out what was next.
Somewhere along the way the women began to caress myself and the other two men in the party until one made her way down to the floor, between his feet, and slowly began to mouth his crotch. The very sight of this made me so aroused and it became so very obvious with my erection now pushing its way up for air.
One of the women near me, Nicole, ran her hands down my chest to my crotch and began to massage my now-hardened cock with a sly grin on her face. She whispered something in French to her accomplice, Jennine, and Jennine went down to her knees, opened my trousers and slowly placed my engorged cock fully into her mouth.
Never in my life had I had a woman swallow me whole. The feeling of her wet, warm mouth sent shivers up and down my spine. Nicole proceeded to run her hot tongue along the nape of my neck, around my ears and into my mouth increasing the pleasure ten-fold.
All the while, as I slipped into and out this consciousness, I could not help but see Jean-Claude’s face and that devilish grin watching me from across the room.
The feeling of the music, lighting, liquor and amazingly sensuous sex all mixed together in the most intoxicating way. It was here, I believe, that my life suddenly changed.
As I felt myself near cumming, Nicole whispered in my ear, in French, and without warning, I felt Jennine’s mouth suddenly create this piercing feeling around my cock. It was only mildly painful but, with all of this stimulation, my attention was elsewhere.
After a few moments, I felt the room begin to spin, I came wildly and Jennine drank every drop and sucked the rest out with this amazing mouth. As I reached down to touch her face, I felt all wet around my cock. As I looked closer, I saw what I thought was blood. As she raised her head, she gazed at me impishly and lo and behold, her mouth and lips were covered in my cum and blood!
Within what felt like seconds, the room swirled again and it was lights out for me.
When I awoke sometime later I was alone in this place, or so I thought. As I glanced around the room further, in a stupor, next to me sat a woman, unfamiliar to me and not part of the original entourage. She held a cold towel to my face and said her name was Susan. She informed me that what had just happened to me had also happened to her recently and that it was a bit hard to explain.
With that she led me outside where the sun was just hours from rising. Even the slight glimmer of sunrise across the horizon gave my head and eyed the strangest pain. She led me to a taxi and directed the driver to my hotel. As we pulled up to the front of the hotel, she quickly paid the driver to escort me in where he in turn passed me along to a Bellman who escorted me to my room.
When I awoke I realized it had been two days since I was escorted to my room and, I had slept the entire time. I remember saying to myself how I felt like I had slept like the dead. I had no idea what the implication of those words truly meant.
As I packed my suitcase and prepared to head for the airport, Susan called to see how I was. Dazed, it took me a few moments to realize who she was and how she had helped me. Her sultry voice brought me to my senses rather quickly. After a few moments of brief chit-chat, she gave me her email and phone number in the UK and I departed for the airport.
In the course of the next several weeks Susan had entered my dream-state – a strange experience, to say the least -- with frequency. These visits, coupled with somewhat frequent email, created a sense of intrigue about her that made me hunger for more. We usually discusses these “dream visits” and the unusual nature of the content – vampires.
What I came to learn through our exchanges, was that that night in Paris was more than just a good time on the town. I had been “selected” and “initiated” into a new level of their existence – sort of the best and worse of both worlds, so to speak. That blow-job from heaven was, rather, a blow-job from hell. The piercing feeling was Jennine both feeding on me, in a measured way and, initiating me into their world, the Preternatural world.
So shocking was this news that at first I thought it was a joke. However, as I began to inventory myself, I was aware that a number of somewhat sudden changes were taking place within me and they could not be easily explained. My passion, lust and sex drive had risen considerably, as had my hunger for food – red meat in particular. Strange.
As I began to trust her word more and listen to myself more as well, I started to come to grips with the fact that there was something here that I must explore further.
Sleep eluded me these past few weeks. Although, I was rarely ever tired. To the contrary, I had more energy than ever before. Time seemed to matter no more. Days and nights blended one into the other, seamlessly as if time existed no more. At least not time as I had known it.
My “intuition” too was heightened to levels like I had never experienced. It was almost as if I could “hear” the thoughts of friends and associates long before they ever spoke. And when they did speak, their shrill voices pierced my ears and I heard at a level that nearly deafened me at first, until I quickly learned to adjust.
Although I did not feel a “blood-lust” like in those campy vampire classics of my youth, I did find myself at times cruising LA, Hollywood and Vine, looking lustily, perhaps even hungrily at the painted-on sensuousness of the ladies of the night. What a term; Ladies –of- the -Night. If they only knew …
It seemed more like my libido had risen to immeasurable heights, not a thirst for blood, but who knows. I left them to their Johns, safe for now, as I rode along quietly in my Benz.
As I came to terms, in some strange way, as to the effect of that night in Paris, it started to wash over me in a strange yet soothing way as though it were somehow my destiny. And, here I am.
During a recent email with the sexy and sensuous Susan, she offered to meet knowing that I’d be in London on business.
I must say, although our emails and phone calls were somewhat tame, there was always an underlying spark between us that I could not ignore. I guess it’s sort of like the thing one hears about when two people survive a plane crash. Some strange, unspoken bond that exists between them that no other could ever understand.
In our correspondences she did admit, as did I, that we had both elected to be celebate until we better understood this thing that happened to us both.
Now, here I am at 37,000 feet above the Atlantic on the last leg of this recent journey and, to see Susan for the first time since that fateful night in Paris. The Captain slowly turns on the lights in First Class as the Flight Attendants awaken us for the final approach.
The Arrival
As I made my way through London’s Heathrow, a driver picked me up and drove me to my favorite haunt in London, Regency Hotel. The Regency is located in the leafy calm of Queen's Gate, South Kensington and is a second home for me.
Since my arrival is from the west coast, it is night and I arrive under the cool cover of darkness.
A suite awaits me and so does Susan. In advanced of my arrival she asked if I would allow her admission to my suite so that she could offer me a “proper greeting.” I, of course, agreed and emailed ahead to the Manger to authorize her access.
As my car now pulled to the front of the hotel my heart began to race a bit with anticipation of what may lie ahead. The Doorman opened my car door, welcomed me by name and briskly directed a Bellman to grab my bags and “hold them” for on-call delivery. Since this was not the norm for me, I had to assume it was arranged by Susan. What did she have in store?
As I made my way up the private elevator to the suite, my heart raced a bit more and I could hear the blood rush through my veins. My face broke into a smile and I welcomed whatever lie ahead.
As the elevator doors opened I noticed the suite doors slightly ajar. A gentle breeze was blowing through them telling me that the outer balcony doors were open. As I opened the door more fully I noticed that the entire suite was lit with candles, dozens of them in every size and shape imaginable.
Across the suite’s main salon the sheer curtains blew into and out of the room through half-opened balcony doors. Through the sheers I could see the outline of a woman.
As I walked across the salon towards the open doors, I saw a fluted glass of champagne placed ever so thoughtfully near my last steps before my exit. I took the glass to my lips, smelled the sweet aroma and felt the tiny bubbles rise up to my nose and face. I took the glass to my lips and drank. The taste was so sweet, so sensuous, so wet and inviting.
As I parted the doors with my hands I saw the most sensuous creature standing there on the balcony. Her black dress, stockings and heels made her appear as though she were a part of the very night itself. As though she would disappear into the night’s blackness at any moment.
Her rich, red hair swept across her shoulders and back contrasting so sharply against her milky-white skin. She looked almost transparent. The city lights shone behind her silhouetting her outer shape against the cityscape and, allowing me to see through her dress, just enough to have a sense of her shapely body. It was a sight for these eyes.
As she turned towards me, her luscious lips were further accentuated by deep, red lipstick and she simply said, “Welcome.”
I could not restrain myself, not even for a moment. I moved towards her swiftly, without hesitation, and took her face into my hands dropping my champagne glass onto the ground at our feet. As our lips moved closer, her mouth parted slightly and she took my tongue into her and licked and rolled it around in her mouth like a very welcomed guest.
As I ran my fingers vigerously through her hair, our mouths and tongues engaged in an ancient dance, like two snakes in the jungle wrapping and writhing around each other trying to enter the other.
I found myself moving my mouth along the nape of her neck and moving the delicate spaghetti straps of her dress away, out of my way, to expose more of her soft, milky white skin.
Her taste in my mouth was almost too much to bear. I bit her neck ever so slightly and heard her moan and writhe beneath my firm grip of her waist. As I bit and licked her neck her hips moved around thrusting her pelvis towards me in powerful movements, pushing me away and pulling me in alternately.
As she reached down for the front of my trousers, she felt my thoroughly engorged and hardened cock. I suddenly ripped her dress way from the front in a way that nearly shocked me. As her dress parted I saw before me this milky white skin that made me want to devour her. Her ample breasts and bright pink nipples shone through her black, scanty under-garments. Tearing at her bra I exposed her breasts and took them into my mouth; first one, and then the other. I sucked them so hard, sweet liquid dripped form them. She gasped and moaned with delight.
I pushed her hand away from my cock and laid her down on the chaise. As the half-moon rose in the sky above us, I felt wild, untamed and so primal as my fiery tongue made its way from, her breasts to her abdomen.
I licked and sucked my way all the way along her chest and stomach until I reached her panties. I tore her thongs away with my teeth leaving them shredded a whispered peal of laughter rolled up from her throat.
“Haven’t had it in awhile?” she said tauntingly. “Just wait.” She whispered in a knowing tone.
As I caught her sweet scent my senses went haywire and I had her shaved moud in my mouth. I felt like a shark whose jaw had just unhinged to accommodate a larger-than- usual meal that he would not let pass.
She smiled and laughed quietly, sensuously.
As I had her in my mouth her wet cunt ran with her juices and filled my mouth. She was not laughing now. I rolled my tongue around her labia and clit at a speed that defied anything any mortal could do. As the speed and intensity increased so did her moans.
Her clit was so engorged with her own blood now it was as if she were erect in a way that only a woman could be.
My tongue darted fiercely in and out of her drenched cunt now and her moans grew ever louder. Her back arched, her legs wrapped around my head and she grabbed my hair, thrusting me, almost daring me, to go even deeper. Suddenly, in a voice like I had never heard before uttered by any human I had known, she said, “Bite me!”
Without hesitation I bit deeply into her blood-engorged cunt and my mouth filled with her cum and blood. My head felt like it would explode. I drank and licked and sucked rhythmically as if I had done this my entire life.
After a few moments she thrust my head even closer and she came wildly. A sound was emitted from her that was like no other sound I had ever heard in this lifetime. It was as strange as it was familiar.
She pushed my head away and brought my head to her face. She kissed and licked herself from my face. I was drenched in her blood and cum. My head spun wildly, hopelessly until she laid my head on her bossom and said, “Rest Lover. We have a long night ahead.”
After awhile she gently moved me onto my back and took my still-engorged cock slowly into her mouth. Taking it deeply inside of her, her tongue rolled around the head and shaft in way that awakened me from my blood-drunken stupor. Aroused now, I was determined to take control of her and fuck her. She let me know, in no uncertain terms that this was her time now. I acquiesced.
As she sucked and stroked me in ways that words cannot describe, I saw her reach beneath her torn dress to her black garters. There, beneath one garter, was a sterling silver amulet. She raised it to her mouth, bit down on it slightly, causing it to separate. When the two pieces parted she placed them into her mouth. As she raised her head the moonlight glistened off the silver and revealed these devices, attached to her incisors, glaring at me in an almost menacing way.
Through her devilish smile, however, I knew there was nothing to fear here. I later learned that one “down-side” to our “partial initiation” was that fact that our incisors grew slowly and could not work “on command” as with the others.
She wrapped her mouth around my blood-filled cock again and completely engulfed it. Suddenly, as in Paris, I felt that slight sharpness and knew that she was drinking. As she sucked hard, I came hard and fast in her mouth. When she finished, she raised her head, cum and blood dripping, and brought her lips to mine for a deep, sensuous kiss. The taste of her cum and mine mixed with our blood, was a taste beyond compare.
We laid there for what seemed like hours, in silence, allowing the moonlight to drench us, replenish us, cleanse us … |