I sat at the back of the 127 bus to Wakefield. The infamous blocks of flats along with the cathedral’s spire scraped the night’s sky. The glowing signs of numerous fast food joints whizzed by as the bus sped up Westgate. I watched the groups of people starting their journey on the ‘Westgate run.’ I smirked as I saw some pretty lame Halloween costumes amongst them.
“What are you laughing at?” Chris, my boyfriend, asked.
“Just the costumes,” I replied as I turned to him.
“I can see why,” he chuckled as he saw a biggish woman in a very tight fitting catwoman suit.
Chris and I had always put effort into our costumes when we went out for Halloween. I looked up and down his zombie outfit. The tattered shirt with fake blood stains and the ripped jeans really completed the look, along with his face paint. My eyes met his as I watched him mimic me. I saw his eyes run from my brand new stilettos, up my stockings to my mini skirt and then up my bloodstained blouse. With the thin, fake blood trails running down my chin, I snarled at him, playfully showing my plastic vampire teeth.
The bus moved under the railway bridge and hurried up the hill to the traffic lights. As we paused there for a few moments, I took the time to tie my long, brown hair with a pretty red bow. I then loosely tied my schoolgirl’s tie around my neck as the bus accelerated into the centre of Wakefield.
Lights were flashing, music was thumping and throngs of people were swarming the pavements as the bus came to a halt outside the popular, Flares nightclub. Chris and I joined the hundreds of ghouls and monsters stumbling around from one club to the next.
“So, where first?” he asked before playfully groaning like a zombie.
“Flares, I guess.” I replied as I started walking towards the door.
As we entered, the disco balls were spinning and the music was deafening. The entire club was jumping as we made our way to the bar. Flares was one of those clubs that everyone loved, from the middle aged folk to the young people like myself. I didn’t recognise half the songs playing due to it being eighties themed but none the less, it was one of my favourite places to go.
Chris and I stood at the crowded bar waiting to be served. He put his right hand under my skirt and gripped my butt tightly as his other hand waved money at the staff.
“What do you want Jaz?” he asked sharply.
“Amaretto and cranberry,” I shouted back at him.
He drew the attention of a barmaid whilst his hand remained on my ass. He shouted at her. “Can I have a pint of Fosters, an Amaretto and cranberry juice and two Halloween shots.”
She placed two shot glasses on the bar in front of him and filled it with a green liquid that was in an unlabelled bottle. She then proceeded to make my drink then lastly his pint. As all the drinks were placed on the bar, she snatched his money and took it to one of the tills before returning with his change.
Chris took his hand from my body and took hold of his shot glass. As we looked at one another, we tapped our glasses together before knocking them back. I immediately tasted the sour apple flavour of the alcohol which made me scrunch my face slightly. We slammed our glasses down on the bar before grabbing our other drinks and moving away.
I followed Chris to the far corner where only a few older couples were standing. They looked at us like they’d just seen a ghost but, then again, our Halloween costumes were pretty authentic. As we stood sipping our drinks, they didn’t take their eyes off us. They were just completely mesmerised by us, like we were outcasts, although ninety percent of the party goers tonight were dressed up.
For a few moments we looked at them with a blank expression on our faces before they drank up and left us in peace.
“What was their problem?” I asked loudly.
“Old fogeys,” Chris laughed. “Don’t let 'em bother ya.”
We carried on drinking in the corner, the alcohol barely touching the sides as it went down into our guts. When Chris and I went out, it was always a competition to see who could get drunk first in order to make it a cheap night. We downed our drinks as quick as possible and instantly, Chris was back at the bar getting our next round.
He returned with another pint glass in his hand and my Amaretto and just like before, we raced to finish our drinks first. My vision was already becoming slightly blurred as the last drop of Amaretto went down my throat. My body was tingling and as I stood there watching the others dance, I felt Chris put his hand on my ripe buttocks again.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied, “Get me another drink.”
His hand playfully spanked my ass cheek as he went back to the bar. I looked around the club, watching as everyone danced. The music was pounding so loudly, I couldn’t hear myself think and as Chris returned I knew I was drunk already. He quickly placed our drinks on the small wooden platform around the support beam.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I slurred as I stumbled.
“Okay,” he replied as he placed his hand back on my ass.
We started to drink once more with his hand rubbing the smooth skin of my ass. The soft touches of his fingertips started to make my pussy moist as we downed our final drink. We slammed our glasses down on the wood and as he continued to grope me, we shared a passionate kiss. His other hand moved down my back to my other ass cheek. Playfully, he pulled and spanked my ass, making my pussy dampen more.
“Let’s go,” I said.
“Already?”
“You have no idea,” I answered as I hinted downwards.
“Oh,” he said as his eyes widened.
“I have a wet patch in my panties,” I whispered in his ear.
His eyes widened again as the words processed in his head. With one more grope, we fought our way to the door and out of the club. Crowds flooded the streets as we stumbled across the road to the bus stop. Both of us were looking forward to getting home so we could rip the clothes from each other’s body. I was turned on beyond belief by just a simple grope and I could tell Chris was just as aroused.
We staggered under the shelter and sat down on the cold, metal seats. I looked up at the screen displaying the bus times. I sighed as I saw a twenty minute wait for the next bus out of Wakefield.
“What’s wrong?” Chris asked.
“The next bus is in twenty minutes.”
“Does that really matter?” he questioned as he hitched up my skirt slightly and placed his hand between my legs.
“Not at all,” I laughed.
His fingers gently pattered against the damp patch in my soft cotton panties making me gasp slightly. He then started to rub his hand up and down the outline of my slit, making me wetter. My gasps turned into quiet moans of pleasure as he teased my labia. People were walking by and it was clear that they knew what he was doing but, for some reason, probably the drink, I didn’t care. His touch sent me to cloud nine.
Chris slyly pulled my panties to one side and softly stroked my bare skin. Another moan left my lips as he pushed a finger into my tight, pink pussy. He probed deeper as the minutes to our bus counted down. Some people were now beginning to watch as he fingered my pussy. More moans left my mouth which sent some of the men wild outside as they watched. Encouraged by them, he opened me up more by making a second finger probe my body.
His fingers pumped my pussy for a few seconds before he stroked them up the front wall in search of my g-spot. I grasped his wrist as he finally found it a few moments later. I was jerking in ecstasy as his fingers rubbed my g-spot ferociously. My juices were almost gushing whilst he pumped and rubbed the inside of my hole. I wanted him there and then.
Just as he was getting into his stride, I saw the bright orange sign of the 127 bus.
“Stop Chris.” I panicked as the bus sped around the corner.
“Huh, why?”
“The bus is here.”
He quickly withdrew his fingers from my honey pot and let my panties cover my pussy as we stood. The bus came to a stop right outside the opening to the shelter and on we hopped. We both flashed our bus tickets at the driver before moving to the back seat. We sat down just as the bus set off again.
Just like the journey into Wakefield, I was looking out of the window at all the people walking up Westgate. Their costumes looked fantastic but all I could think about was what awaited me when I got home.
Chris took this opportunity to pick up where he left off and immediately pulled my panties to the side before reinserting his index and middle finger into my love tunnel. Again, he was slowly pumping my pussy with his fingers. His fingers were like magic and in the heat of the moment; I let out a moan before quickly moving my forearm across my mouth to contain them. As he continued to finger fuck me, his thumb found its way to my pink bead and started rubbing, sending me into overdrive.
Chris continued to pleasure me whilst the bus sped closer to home. Just as I was about to let go of myself, he stopped and I returned to normality. A loud chime echoed around the bus as he pushed the button for it to stop. I quickly remembered where I was and followed him down the centre aisle to the front. As it came to a halt, we each thanked the driver and stumbled off onto the damp tarmac of the pavement.
We quickly staggered towards my house in giggles and, as we reached the front door, he placed both his hands on my perfectly round ass. I quickly took out my key and unlocked the door as his hands rubbed, squeezed and pulled my ass. I opened the door and together we fell inside and onto the couch with his feet kicking the door shut behind us.
I giggled as he crushed my small body under his before rolling aside. He moved onto the floor and laid on his back with his hands resting on his stomach as he chuckled to himself. I remained on the sofa and as I turned onto my side, I just admired him. I rested my head on my arm and, with my free hand, I pulled the plastic vampire fangs from my mouth. He looked up at me with the same admiration.
“God, you’re such a sexy little schoolgirl,” he said, “Vampire or not.”
“I aim to please,” I laughed.
“Do you now?” he chuckled back.
“What are you laughing at?” Chris, my boyfriend, asked.
“Just the costumes,” I replied as I turned to him.
“I can see why,” he chuckled as he saw a biggish woman in a very tight fitting catwoman suit.
Chris and I had always put effort into our costumes when we went out for Halloween. I looked up and down his zombie outfit. The tattered shirt with fake blood stains and the ripped jeans really completed the look, along with his face paint. My eyes met his as I watched him mimic me. I saw his eyes run from my brand new stilettos, up my stockings to my mini skirt and then up my bloodstained blouse. With the thin, fake blood trails running down my chin, I snarled at him, playfully showing my plastic vampire teeth.
The bus moved under the railway bridge and hurried up the hill to the traffic lights. As we paused there for a few moments, I took the time to tie my long, brown hair with a pretty red bow. I then loosely tied my schoolgirl’s tie around my neck as the bus accelerated into the centre of Wakefield.
Lights were flashing, music was thumping and throngs of people were swarming the pavements as the bus came to a halt outside the popular, Flares nightclub. Chris and I joined the hundreds of ghouls and monsters stumbling around from one club to the next.
“So, where first?” he asked before playfully groaning like a zombie.
“Flares, I guess.” I replied as I started walking towards the door.
As we entered, the disco balls were spinning and the music was deafening. The entire club was jumping as we made our way to the bar. Flares was one of those clubs that everyone loved, from the middle aged folk to the young people like myself. I didn’t recognise half the songs playing due to it being eighties themed but none the less, it was one of my favourite places to go.
Chris and I stood at the crowded bar waiting to be served. He put his right hand under my skirt and gripped my butt tightly as his other hand waved money at the staff.
“What do you want Jaz?” he asked sharply.
“Amaretto and cranberry,” I shouted back at him.
He drew the attention of a barmaid whilst his hand remained on my ass. He shouted at her. “Can I have a pint of Fosters, an Amaretto and cranberry juice and two Halloween shots.”
She placed two shot glasses on the bar in front of him and filled it with a green liquid that was in an unlabelled bottle. She then proceeded to make my drink then lastly his pint. As all the drinks were placed on the bar, she snatched his money and took it to one of the tills before returning with his change.
Chris took his hand from my body and took hold of his shot glass. As we looked at one another, we tapped our glasses together before knocking them back. I immediately tasted the sour apple flavour of the alcohol which made me scrunch my face slightly. We slammed our glasses down on the bar before grabbing our other drinks and moving away.
I followed Chris to the far corner where only a few older couples were standing. They looked at us like they’d just seen a ghost but, then again, our Halloween costumes were pretty authentic. As we stood sipping our drinks, they didn’t take their eyes off us. They were just completely mesmerised by us, like we were outcasts, although ninety percent of the party goers tonight were dressed up.
For a few moments we looked at them with a blank expression on our faces before they drank up and left us in peace.
“What was their problem?” I asked loudly.
“Old fogeys,” Chris laughed. “Don’t let 'em bother ya.”
We carried on drinking in the corner, the alcohol barely touching the sides as it went down into our guts. When Chris and I went out, it was always a competition to see who could get drunk first in order to make it a cheap night. We downed our drinks as quick as possible and instantly, Chris was back at the bar getting our next round.
He returned with another pint glass in his hand and my Amaretto and just like before, we raced to finish our drinks first. My vision was already becoming slightly blurred as the last drop of Amaretto went down my throat. My body was tingling and as I stood there watching the others dance, I felt Chris put his hand on my ripe buttocks again.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I replied, “Get me another drink.”
His hand playfully spanked my ass cheek as he went back to the bar. I looked around the club, watching as everyone danced. The music was pounding so loudly, I couldn’t hear myself think and as Chris returned I knew I was drunk already. He quickly placed our drinks on the small wooden platform around the support beam.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I slurred as I stumbled.
“Okay,” he replied as he placed his hand back on my ass.
We started to drink once more with his hand rubbing the smooth skin of my ass. The soft touches of his fingertips started to make my pussy moist as we downed our final drink. We slammed our glasses down on the wood and as he continued to grope me, we shared a passionate kiss. His other hand moved down my back to my other ass cheek. Playfully, he pulled and spanked my ass, making my pussy dampen more.
“Let’s go,” I said.
“Already?”
“You have no idea,” I answered as I hinted downwards.
“Oh,” he said as his eyes widened.
“I have a wet patch in my panties,” I whispered in his ear.
His eyes widened again as the words processed in his head. With one more grope, we fought our way to the door and out of the club. Crowds flooded the streets as we stumbled across the road to the bus stop. Both of us were looking forward to getting home so we could rip the clothes from each other’s body. I was turned on beyond belief by just a simple grope and I could tell Chris was just as aroused.
We staggered under the shelter and sat down on the cold, metal seats. I looked up at the screen displaying the bus times. I sighed as I saw a twenty minute wait for the next bus out of Wakefield.
“What’s wrong?” Chris asked.
“The next bus is in twenty minutes.”
“Does that really matter?” he questioned as he hitched up my skirt slightly and placed his hand between my legs.
“Not at all,” I laughed.
His fingers gently pattered against the damp patch in my soft cotton panties making me gasp slightly. He then started to rub his hand up and down the outline of my slit, making me wetter. My gasps turned into quiet moans of pleasure as he teased my labia. People were walking by and it was clear that they knew what he was doing but, for some reason, probably the drink, I didn’t care. His touch sent me to cloud nine.
Chris slyly pulled my panties to one side and softly stroked my bare skin. Another moan left my lips as he pushed a finger into my tight, pink pussy. He probed deeper as the minutes to our bus counted down. Some people were now beginning to watch as he fingered my pussy. More moans left my mouth which sent some of the men wild outside as they watched. Encouraged by them, he opened me up more by making a second finger probe my body.
His fingers pumped my pussy for a few seconds before he stroked them up the front wall in search of my g-spot. I grasped his wrist as he finally found it a few moments later. I was jerking in ecstasy as his fingers rubbed my g-spot ferociously. My juices were almost gushing whilst he pumped and rubbed the inside of my hole. I wanted him there and then.
Just as he was getting into his stride, I saw the bright orange sign of the 127 bus.
“Stop Chris.” I panicked as the bus sped around the corner.
“Huh, why?”
“The bus is here.”
He quickly withdrew his fingers from my honey pot and let my panties cover my pussy as we stood. The bus came to a stop right outside the opening to the shelter and on we hopped. We both flashed our bus tickets at the driver before moving to the back seat. We sat down just as the bus set off again.
Just like the journey into Wakefield, I was looking out of the window at all the people walking up Westgate. Their costumes looked fantastic but all I could think about was what awaited me when I got home.
Chris took this opportunity to pick up where he left off and immediately pulled my panties to the side before reinserting his index and middle finger into my love tunnel. Again, he was slowly pumping my pussy with his fingers. His fingers were like magic and in the heat of the moment; I let out a moan before quickly moving my forearm across my mouth to contain them. As he continued to finger fuck me, his thumb found its way to my pink bead and started rubbing, sending me into overdrive.
Chris continued to pleasure me whilst the bus sped closer to home. Just as I was about to let go of myself, he stopped and I returned to normality. A loud chime echoed around the bus as he pushed the button for it to stop. I quickly remembered where I was and followed him down the centre aisle to the front. As it came to a halt, we each thanked the driver and stumbled off onto the damp tarmac of the pavement.
We quickly staggered towards my house in giggles and, as we reached the front door, he placed both his hands on my perfectly round ass. I quickly took out my key and unlocked the door as his hands rubbed, squeezed and pulled my ass. I opened the door and together we fell inside and onto the couch with his feet kicking the door shut behind us.
I giggled as he crushed my small body under his before rolling aside. He moved onto the floor and laid on his back with his hands resting on his stomach as he chuckled to himself. I remained on the sofa and as I turned onto my side, I just admired him. I rested my head on my arm and, with my free hand, I pulled the plastic vampire fangs from my mouth. He looked up at me with the same admiration.
“God, you’re such a sexy little schoolgirl,” he said, “Vampire or not.”
“I aim to please,” I laughed.
“Do you now?” he chuckled back.
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“Well I have something for you to please, and maybe you can try draining the blood.”
“You’re so crude,” I laughed as I moved off the couch.
I knelt over his body, snarling like a vampire would as I unbuckled his belt. I then unbuttoned his ragged jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxer shorts. His thick seven inch cock stood firmly at attention below me. It twitched with hardness as I pattered my fingers around the base and balls. With a swift movement, I wrapped my small fingers around his shaft and stroked my hand up and down a couple of times. He groaned with pleasure as I forced some pre-cum from his tip.
“What would you call the offspring of a Vampire and Zombie?” he asked jokingly.
“I really don’t know,” I said and I pushed him back down to the floor with my other hand tugging his cock.
I moved lower and knelt over his legs, trapping him from escape. I felt tempted to put my vampire teeth back in but there was only a small hole for me to breath between the plastic and I didn’t want him damaging himself on the edges. I looked deeply into his eyes as I stuck my tongue out. I rolled his bulbous helmet around my taste buds, covering them in salty precum before flicking my tongue against the eye of his cock. Hearing his gasps and groans, I plunged my mouth down his shaft, letting his head feel my velvet-like gums.
“Fuck,” he grunted as I sucked his cock.
Each suck of my mouth up and down his shaft sent shivers down his spine and reluctantly, he ran his fingers through my hair before planting his palms on my head. I started to suck as hard as I possibly could, drawing my cheeks in to showcase my gorgeous cheekbones. Chris started to slowly push and pull my face, fucking my soft, innocent mouth.
My tongue scraped against the underside of his length as it glided in between my full lips and into my throat. My saliva was completely covering his manhood in preparation for penetration. He lifted his hips up once more, pushing his helmet into my throat one last time.
“Stop baby,” he commanded as he pulled my head from his lap.
A thin string of my saliva ran along the fake blood trails, off of my chin and to his cock. He sat up and spanked my ass playfully as he pulled my hips towards him. I was expecting him to take me but, instead, he kept pulling until my damp patch was just above his face. Violently, he tugged my panties to the side and his tongue started to lash at my damp, pink slit. A mighty moan had built up from earlier and was unleashed as his tongue licked my clitoris.
I leant back and started to masturbate him whilst his tongue meandered around my pussy. Chris had always known how to use his tongue and he was putting his expertise to good use as I straddled his face. With a few more licks and sucks on my clit, he pinched it between his fingers and moved his tongue inside my entrance. I wanked him harder as he played with my rosebud and his tongue explored my tight, wet hole.
Without warning, my body jerked as it reached its climax. I shook my hips, fucking his face with everything I had. My cum started to flood out onto his tongue, his lips and his chin. My clitoris started to swell and become sensitive as he pinched it harder. I screamed playfully at the pleasure being inflicted on my body. I had never cum this hard before.
As my orgasm sidelined and his tongue lapped up the excess juices, he kept a firm grip on my hips and pushed me back down his body. His thick erection rubbed against my thigh, smearing his pre-cum all over my skin like some kind of lotion. Just like before, I grabbed it tightly whilst he pulled my panties to the side yet again. I slowly rubbed the tip against my slit, mixing our fluids together before pushing my hips down.
I impaled myself quickly on his cock, letting it stretch my pussy out as I made myself at home on his gentleman’s sword. The cotton of my panties twanged against his shaft as he let go. He quickly moved my tie out of the way and started to unbutton my blouse as I sat there with his cock deep within me. He unclipped my strapless bra and pulled it away from my body, revealing my erect brown nipples. With his hands on my tits, I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to slide my body up and down his cock with ease.
I let out soft moans whilst his cock moved in and out of my slippery hole, his pre-cum leaking inside of me. He fondled my tits delicately as I fucked him slow and soft, then hard and fast before reverting to the previous pace.
Just the look on his face told me how much he was enjoying my pussy muscles massaging him. I leaned forward, my hazel eyes looking deeply into his blue eyes as I hitched my hips up as high as I could before slapping them back down on his dick. We could see each other’s lust as I continued to bounce up and down his cock.
“Turn around baby, I want that ass.”
I did as I was told without hesitation. With his cock still deep within my cunt, I turned towards the door and raised up onto my tiptoes as I started fucking his thick cock once again. With one hand, he started to tease my tight, latina asshole and the other rested on my plain, white stockings whilst I rode him reverse cowgirl.
My tits were bouncing as I maintained a steady pace on his manhood. His cock was glistening with my juices. I placed my hands on his thighs and started to pick up the speed, my pussy slapping down hard onto his balls. In response, he started to rub his finger against my asshole, pressing gently to tease me. He knew my biggest, darkest fantasy was to have big cocks plugging each hole and every time we had sex, he got off on teasing me.
His finger circled my asshole whilst my pussy wrapped around his shaft. Without warning, I laid back forcing his index finger inside my ass as I looked deeply into his eyes. I snarled playfully as his finger moved deeper into my asshole and his cock stretched my cunt. Deeper and deeper his finger went before we began kissing passionately.
Our lips smacked as we made out and made love. I moved in a circular motion, forcing his cock into different positions inside my pussy as our tongues rolled over one another.
“You’re so sexy baby,” he said between kisses and before long removed his finger from my ass.
I moved off of his body as he broke the kiss. As I did, he pulled off my panties, so exposing my ass and pussy along with my tits. I crawled onto my hands and knees, arching my back sexily for him. My tits dangled as I rested there for a second, my pink insides on full display for him. He knelt behind me, admiring the view through my thigh gap before parting my thighs and taking position. He pushed my skirt up onto my back, letting my ass and pussy be totally exposed to him. And, with his thumbs digging into my back dimples, he thrust deep and true.
I moaned as loud as I possibly could as my twat stretched around his girth once more. He thrust harder and harder, his animalistic side was beginning to take over as he started to fuck me with one goal in particular, to breed. His balls were slapping viscously against my clit and the friction between our bodies was heating my pussy. He was fucking me raw and we didn’t care. My tits flailed before I pressed them against the cold laminate flooring.
My face was down and my ass up. The slapping between his balls and my pussy increased and I couldn’t help but twist my head to the side and watch as he fucked me. His face was red as he pumped my cunt with his cock and his breathing was just as deep as mine. His thumbs remained in my back dimples and my skirt was still hitched up onto my back. I moaned at him, letting him know how good he felt inside my body.
With one more powerful thrust, my legs gave way and I collapsed into a heap on the floor with Chris kneeling over my ass. His hands were still on my hips, his thumbs still digging into my back and his cock still driving deep into my pussyhole. My body was trapped under his as he pounded me relentlessly. More moans and screams of pleasure left my mouth whilst he fucked me hard and fast. He spanked my ass with his right hand before placing his thumb on my asshole and pushing it in. I felt his thumb go all the way to the knuckle before he started working it back and forth in time with his cock.
“You like that Jasmine,” he asked with a quiver in his voice.
“God yes,” I moaned in ecstasy.
As both of my holes were getting fucked, I twisted my body, forcing him onto his side behind me. His hands remained on my ass and hip as we finally started spooning. I twisted my torso slightly again and reached my arm over him. I slowly pulled him into me, kissing him lovingly as he probed my ass and pussy. With more thrusts, he moved his hand to my tits which were bouncing from the force of his fucking. He gently caressed them before moving his hand back down my torso to my legs. With one mighty thrust, he started rubbing my clitoris.
I couldn’t believe it but as he ferociously rubbed my clitoris, his thumb in my ass and his dick powerfully thrusting, I started to cum again. This time, my juices were coating his manhood rather than his tongue. My body shuddered with delight as my orgasm ripped through my body and onto his cock. My pussy squeezed his cock tightly and with that, he started to make his final assault on my cunt.
He placed his hand underneath my knee and raised my leg, giving himself better access to my love tunnel. He broke the kiss and removed his finger from my ass before hooking it into my mouth. Reluctantly, I started to suck his finger. With that, he started to fuck me harder than before, his hips violently crashing into mine as his dick spiked through the gap in my legs and into my cervix.
I was in heaven as I sucked his finger and his cock bred me as hard as he possibly could. His balls slapped against my labia and within seconds, my pussy started to squeeze his cum from them.
Thrusting against my cervix and holding it there, eight shots of his cum deposited into my uterus, ready to fertilize my egg. Chris wanted me pregnant and I wanted to become pregnant as his cum swam deep inside my body. As his cock started to soften, he thrust a few more times, trying to push any remnants of cum from his pipe. It then fell from my gaping hole with a string of cum following along with the excess sperm leaking onto my thighs.
Placing his hands on my hips, the alcohol finally consumed us and, together, we passed out.
“You’re so crude,” I laughed as I moved off the couch.
I knelt over his body, snarling like a vampire would as I unbuckled his belt. I then unbuttoned his ragged jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxer shorts. His thick seven inch cock stood firmly at attention below me. It twitched with hardness as I pattered my fingers around the base and balls. With a swift movement, I wrapped my small fingers around his shaft and stroked my hand up and down a couple of times. He groaned with pleasure as I forced some pre-cum from his tip.
“What would you call the offspring of a Vampire and Zombie?” he asked jokingly.
“I really don’t know,” I said and I pushed him back down to the floor with my other hand tugging his cock.
I moved lower and knelt over his legs, trapping him from escape. I felt tempted to put my vampire teeth back in but there was only a small hole for me to breath between the plastic and I didn’t want him damaging himself on the edges. I looked deeply into his eyes as I stuck my tongue out. I rolled his bulbous helmet around my taste buds, covering them in salty precum before flicking my tongue against the eye of his cock. Hearing his gasps and groans, I plunged my mouth down his shaft, letting his head feel my velvet-like gums.
“Fuck,” he grunted as I sucked his cock.
Each suck of my mouth up and down his shaft sent shivers down his spine and reluctantly, he ran his fingers through my hair before planting his palms on my head. I started to suck as hard as I possibly could, drawing my cheeks in to showcase my gorgeous cheekbones. Chris started to slowly push and pull my face, fucking my soft, innocent mouth.
My tongue scraped against the underside of his length as it glided in between my full lips and into my throat. My saliva was completely covering his manhood in preparation for penetration. He lifted his hips up once more, pushing his helmet into my throat one last time.
“Stop baby,” he commanded as he pulled my head from his lap.
A thin string of my saliva ran along the fake blood trails, off of my chin and to his cock. He sat up and spanked my ass playfully as he pulled my hips towards him. I was expecting him to take me but, instead, he kept pulling until my damp patch was just above his face. Violently, he tugged my panties to the side and his tongue started to lash at my damp, pink slit. A mighty moan had built up from earlier and was unleashed as his tongue licked my clitoris.
I leant back and started to masturbate him whilst his tongue meandered around my pussy. Chris had always known how to use his tongue and he was putting his expertise to good use as I straddled his face. With a few more licks and sucks on my clit, he pinched it between his fingers and moved his tongue inside my entrance. I wanked him harder as he played with my rosebud and his tongue explored my tight, wet hole.
Without warning, my body jerked as it reached its climax. I shook my hips, fucking his face with everything I had. My cum started to flood out onto his tongue, his lips and his chin. My clitoris started to swell and become sensitive as he pinched it harder. I screamed playfully at the pleasure being inflicted on my body. I had never cum this hard before.
As my orgasm sidelined and his tongue lapped up the excess juices, he kept a firm grip on my hips and pushed me back down his body. His thick erection rubbed against my thigh, smearing his pre-cum all over my skin like some kind of lotion. Just like before, I grabbed it tightly whilst he pulled my panties to the side yet again. I slowly rubbed the tip against my slit, mixing our fluids together before pushing my hips down.
I impaled myself quickly on his cock, letting it stretch my pussy out as I made myself at home on his gentleman’s sword. The cotton of my panties twanged against his shaft as he let go. He quickly moved my tie out of the way and started to unbutton my blouse as I sat there with his cock deep within me. He unclipped my strapless bra and pulled it away from my body, revealing my erect brown nipples. With his hands on my tits, I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to slide my body up and down his cock with ease.
I let out soft moans whilst his cock moved in and out of my slippery hole, his pre-cum leaking inside of me. He fondled my tits delicately as I fucked him slow and soft, then hard and fast before reverting to the previous pace.
Just the look on his face told me how much he was enjoying my pussy muscles massaging him. I leaned forward, my hazel eyes looking deeply into his blue eyes as I hitched my hips up as high as I could before slapping them back down on his dick. We could see each other’s lust as I continued to bounce up and down his cock.
“Turn around baby, I want that ass.”
I did as I was told without hesitation. With his cock still deep within my cunt, I turned towards the door and raised up onto my tiptoes as I started fucking his thick cock once again. With one hand, he started to tease my tight, latina asshole and the other rested on my plain, white stockings whilst I rode him reverse cowgirl.
My tits were bouncing as I maintained a steady pace on his manhood. His cock was glistening with my juices. I placed my hands on his thighs and started to pick up the speed, my pussy slapping down hard onto his balls. In response, he started to rub his finger against my asshole, pressing gently to tease me. He knew my biggest, darkest fantasy was to have big cocks plugging each hole and every time we had sex, he got off on teasing me.
His finger circled my asshole whilst my pussy wrapped around his shaft. Without warning, I laid back forcing his index finger inside my ass as I looked deeply into his eyes. I snarled playfully as his finger moved deeper into my asshole and his cock stretched my cunt. Deeper and deeper his finger went before we began kissing passionately.
Our lips smacked as we made out and made love. I moved in a circular motion, forcing his cock into different positions inside my pussy as our tongues rolled over one another.
“You’re so sexy baby,” he said between kisses and before long removed his finger from my ass.
I moved off of his body as he broke the kiss. As I did, he pulled off my panties, so exposing my ass and pussy along with my tits. I crawled onto my hands and knees, arching my back sexily for him. My tits dangled as I rested there for a second, my pink insides on full display for him. He knelt behind me, admiring the view through my thigh gap before parting my thighs and taking position. He pushed my skirt up onto my back, letting my ass and pussy be totally exposed to him. And, with his thumbs digging into my back dimples, he thrust deep and true.
I moaned as loud as I possibly could as my twat stretched around his girth once more. He thrust harder and harder, his animalistic side was beginning to take over as he started to fuck me with one goal in particular, to breed. His balls were slapping viscously against my clit and the friction between our bodies was heating my pussy. He was fucking me raw and we didn’t care. My tits flailed before I pressed them against the cold laminate flooring.
My face was down and my ass up. The slapping between his balls and my pussy increased and I couldn’t help but twist my head to the side and watch as he fucked me. His face was red as he pumped my cunt with his cock and his breathing was just as deep as mine. His thumbs remained in my back dimples and my skirt was still hitched up onto my back. I moaned at him, letting him know how good he felt inside my body.
With one more powerful thrust, my legs gave way and I collapsed into a heap on the floor with Chris kneeling over my ass. His hands were still on my hips, his thumbs still digging into my back and his cock still driving deep into my pussyhole. My body was trapped under his as he pounded me relentlessly. More moans and screams of pleasure left my mouth whilst he fucked me hard and fast. He spanked my ass with his right hand before placing his thumb on my asshole and pushing it in. I felt his thumb go all the way to the knuckle before he started working it back and forth in time with his cock.
“You like that Jasmine,” he asked with a quiver in his voice.
“God yes,” I moaned in ecstasy.
As both of my holes were getting fucked, I twisted my body, forcing him onto his side behind me. His hands remained on my ass and hip as we finally started spooning. I twisted my torso slightly again and reached my arm over him. I slowly pulled him into me, kissing him lovingly as he probed my ass and pussy. With more thrusts, he moved his hand to my tits which were bouncing from the force of his fucking. He gently caressed them before moving his hand back down my torso to my legs. With one mighty thrust, he started rubbing my clitoris.
I couldn’t believe it but as he ferociously rubbed my clitoris, his thumb in my ass and his dick powerfully thrusting, I started to cum again. This time, my juices were coating his manhood rather than his tongue. My body shuddered with delight as my orgasm ripped through my body and onto his cock. My pussy squeezed his cock tightly and with that, he started to make his final assault on my cunt.
He placed his hand underneath my knee and raised my leg, giving himself better access to my love tunnel. He broke the kiss and removed his finger from my ass before hooking it into my mouth. Reluctantly, I started to suck his finger. With that, he started to fuck me harder than before, his hips violently crashing into mine as his dick spiked through the gap in my legs and into my cervix.
I was in heaven as I sucked his finger and his cock bred me as hard as he possibly could. His balls slapped against my labia and within seconds, my pussy started to squeeze his cum from them.
Thrusting against my cervix and holding it there, eight shots of his cum deposited into my uterus, ready to fertilize my egg. Chris wanted me pregnant and I wanted to become pregnant as his cum swam deep inside my body. As his cock started to soften, he thrust a few more times, trying to push any remnants of cum from his pipe. It then fell from my gaping hole with a string of cum following along with the excess sperm leaking onto my thighs.
Placing his hands on my hips, the alcohol finally consumed us and, together, we passed out.
