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Aaron pulled Michelle down the massive circular staircase to catch the limousine waiting outside. As they came around the corner, Aaron came face to face with the full trio. Natalya, Svetlana and Oksana surrounded him and Michelle. Their faces almost looked hopeful, with unsure grins.
Dressed in a fur cap and a matching fur coat, with only a scrap of see-through fabric over her breasts and a narrow black thong covering the rest of her, Natalya could have been a Victoria’s Secret underwear model on a runway, if not for the 1000-rubles-a-fuck look in her eyes. She cleaned up nice, but that didn’t change who and what she was – a whore.
Svetlana stayed true to her personality, dressed in a reserved, creamy patterned skirt, and a light brown fur-lined coat. She looked like the Russian girl next door, who also happened to be a bloodslave living off a billionaire’s dime.
Surprisingly, Oksana was decked out in a gorgeous black cocktail dress, fuck-me pumps, and a long black wool coat.
The truth of it struck him. They were dressed to go out, waiting for him. How the hell?
Natalya slipped her arm into Aaron’s and let her coat slide open even more to show off all that pale skin and long, shapely legs. “Lana said you were going out somewhere?”
Svetlana spoke up. “We thought we could be your guides.”
Beneath the smiles and glittery, glossy lips and half-naked bodies, Aaron caught a distinct impression of fear in their auras. It only took him a second to surmise their fears – abandonment.
Their relations thus far had been nothing more than several nightly meetings to accommodate their needs. They didn’t quite trust the arrangement. The insecurity of it all was manifest before his eyes. These women were deathly afraid he and Michelle would leave them behind.
Oksana moved in on Michelle and kissed her full-on the mouth. Oksana’s mind was filled with arousal and anticipation. Aaron understood. Michelle wore a form-fitting emerald green dress that almost covered the lower curve of her ass. The dress matched the precise color of her entrancing eyes – a stunning effect.
When Oksana let go of her preferred vampire, Michelle’s glittering eyes locked with Aaron. “Is a wonderful idea.” Michelle’s hand encased Oksana’s ass and the two of them looked like they were ready to get a room.
Aaron pulled Natalya in close. “Show us the way.”
Aaron and Natalya led the ladies out to the sleek black stretch limousine parked outside the front doors. Proving she wasn’t wearing any underwear, Michelle showed off miles of shapely, pale legs and a flash of shaved pussy as she slid onto the plush black leather of the limo seats. Oksana slid her hand up and down Michelle’s thigh with a whistle of appreciation.
Natalya gave the chauffer instructions and then pressed the button to seal off the privacy glass to the back section of the limo. She pulled off Aaron’s black leather coat and ran her fingers over his burgundy shirt and down to the thigh of his black slacks. The bloodslave’s eyes conveyed her gratitude and appreciation, and the fact that she intended to prove it to him.
Oksana didn’t waste a minute. She broke out the vodka, a green labeled bottle she called ‘green mark’, and poured shots all around. Oksana made a toast to “good health,” while winking at Michelle, and Svetlana dutifully served a snack tray of crackers and spread that had already been prepped on a shelf in the limo wet bar. When they finished their shots and fishy-smelling crackers, all three of them focused their attention on Aaron and Michelle.
He had a sneaking suspicion this was a routine they had done many times before. Oksana began by shrugging off her coat to kneel at Michelle’s feet. She offered her bare wrist for a bit of live refreshment.
Michelle grinned. “Is only fair. I could use a drink.” She had a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, and Aaron caught a sense of Michelle’s delight at how well this arrangement was working out – for the bloodslaves – and for her.
As Michelle took a nip off Oksana, Svetlana slid closer to Aaron and smoothed her skirt as she kneeled before him, her slim, bare wrist offered for the taking. Aaron held her hand delicately and looked deep into her blue eyes. No fear, no reticence.
He took a small but tasty sip off her wrist, a gentle puncture. When he finished, he licked her wound once to seal it and leaned forward to peck her lips. “Thank you very much. This is going to be a wonderful evening.” She blushed and could hardly look him in the eyes as she moved away to sit back in the same seat, on the opposite side of the limo.
Natalya moved in next. Aaron watched her carefully, never quite certain what to expect from this wildcard. She slipped her coat and hat off and tossed them on the seat, then lifted her leg over the top of him and straddled his lap. With a sultry look, she settled her warm mound covered in only thin lace over the lump in his pants and then freed her right breast and brought the little handful of creamy round flesh to his lips.
He glanced quickly at the other two bloodslaves who were watching with curious looks. They wanted to see how he handled her. Some kind of test…
He had no idea what they expected, but he knew what Natalya wanted. Without warning he sank his fangs all the way into the soft tissue of her breast and growled as she gasped and twitched in his grip. Tasting her blood, he also tasted the intensity of her emotions. This woman frequently blurred the lines between pain and pleasure.
After a few moments of drinking her syrup as she ground her hot, wet, center on his groin, he let up. She grunted in frustration, and squished her pussy down onto him harder, trying to grind through to her peak. A few seconds later, panting and moaning, she finished her business. She had wet the crotch of his pants with her juices. The woman presented an endless temptation for sex.
Apart from the bites she craved, he had purposely stayed away from Natalya. He hadn’t taken what she blatantly offered, but that never stopped her from getting off on him every time she felt his teeth. The woman was definitely a sex addict, probably a drug addict, and lived from one high to the next, forever seeking immediate gratification.
Natalya slipped back into her coat, not bothering to button it up, and downed another shot of vodka with a cracker and spread. The girls repeated their vodka-snack routine several times as they called out various points of interest flowing past the darkened windows of the limo. The Choral Synagogue, the Red Square, and a couple of museums Aaron could hardly pronounce. Mostly they noted their favorite restaurants, hair stylists, and clothing stores.
Finally, after an hour of turning every which way across the city, the limo pulled to the curb in front of a high-rise building, the bottom floors Aaron instantly recognized – 411. He snatched Natalya up by the arm. “What kind of game are you playing?”
“Ow!” The hurt look of confusion in her eyes spoke of a genuine misunderstanding. “I want to give you a good time. This place is safe. Please, trust me.”
Svetlana rolled her eyes. Aaron watched her to see if she would speak up. The woman was unnervingly silent all the time. “What? You don’t want to be here?”
Svetlana looked to Natalya and sighed. “She brought you here to show you a good time. I don’t care what she does, or who she does it with, but I don’t want you to think that I would …” fuck you. Aaron felt her unspoken words in her eyes. After an awkward pause, she finished. “I only came to get out.” And to ensure she wasn’t left behind.
Oksana and Svetlana stared at him, sizing him up. They wanted to see how he handled Natalya.
Aaron shrugged. “I don’t expect sex, Svetlana. But I do expect honesty.” They locked eyes for a moment, and he felt her unspoken acceptance.
Natalya slipped her arm through Aaron’s and pulled him out the limo door, walking straight to the entrance. Her eyes glittered with arousal and excitement. Whatever she had planned, he sensed nothing negative. “This is the perfect club for a vampire in Moscow. Let me show you what you missed when first we met.”
Michelle stepped out of the limo with Oksana and eyed Aaron in silent support. If any shit went down, she h
ad his back. Though her hands were all over Oksana’s ass, and her tongue kept finding a way into her bloodslave’s mouth, Michelle’s eyes were sharp as ever. From New York to Moscow, from back alleys to strip clubs, he could always trust Michelle to watch over him.
They followed Natalya’s lead and entered the club filled with thumping, rhythmic Russian hip hop, and naked, pale bodies swaying to the music. Twenty some women danced and rubbed up all over their men. Not one of them wore a lick of clothing – definitely not a strip club.
Aaron smirked. Private dances in 411 required a three pack of condoms.
The naked bartender who sported a double ‘D’ set of beautifully-formed breasts had a look of recognition that turned to a scowl. Aaron leaned into Natalya to speak over the top of the loud music. “What’s her problem?”
Natalya crinkled her nose dismissively. “She is Russian. We all have problems.”
Though he snickered at her charming quip, he wanted to backhand Natalya for lying to him. Aaron speared the bartender’s mind and found a hazy recollection of an argument from a week ago, when Natalya had to explain why Aaron left one of the security goons unconscious in the hallway. This had potential to get messy.
Natalya slipped her coat off, undid the front clip on her bra to spill out her breasts, then unsnapped the side clasp on her panties. She handed him the last wisps of fabric that had covered her body. Natalya was in her element, comfortable with her nudity, a sex machine. She kissed him. “Give me a moment. I will handle everything.” She sauntered over to the bartender, butt-ass naked, and proceeded to slice into her with cutting comments in Russian.
Aaron watched the bartender’s lovely breasts bounce as she snapped back at Natalya. From the direction of the bartender’s snipish thoughts, he caught the impression that Natalya wasn’t just a whore who worked here, oh no. She was the top whore, the one who earned the most money. Grade ‘A’ premium ass.
Can’t fault a working girl for taking pride in her business.
Natalya had to fend off one man’s groping hand on her premium ass as she finished telling the bartender where to stick it. The bartender finally shut up, and within seconds Natalya was back at Aaron’s side, rock-hard nipples begging to be twisted, her juicy slice of clit waiting to be tasted.
She flicked her tongue provocatively as Aaron appreciated the view. “I have a special plan for us. I will serve you…” She leaned in and whispered low. “Master.”
He kinda liked the idea of being served by Natalya. The hard lump in his pants liked the idea even more. He’d pushed her away long enough. Time to put her to the test. He looked back at Michelle and the girls, who were sitting at a booth, guarding the clothes Natalya had left behind. Svetlana inclined her head, as though giving him permission. Natalya pulled on his hand and he didn’t budge. “First, make sure they are comfortable.”
Natalya whistled to one of the waiters and nodded her head towards the girls. “They will have anything they want.” She swayed her naked ass over to lean in and put a hand on Michelle and Oksana. “I suggest the Japanese Bath. It’s one of my favorites.”
Michelle nodded and Oksana downed her vodka, getting drunker by the minute. Michelle reached her hand up Oksana’s skirt and bit her in the neck, heedless of who might be watching. Michelle had spent decades frequenting places like this. Places where anything goes.
Satisfied they were good, Aaron followed Natalya’s swaying ass and muscular thighs up the staircase to the second floor hallway, to a room called LIVE HALL. She had brought him to a private sitting room, with plush golden chairs and a padded waist-high platform. Closing the doors with a twist of the lock, Natalya led him to a massage table and proceeded to undo his shirt.
Her hands moved quick and easy, skilled at removing a man’s clothing. With a wet tongue-filled kiss and a yummy murmur, she slipped off his shirt, and dropped his pants. As soon as her tongue left his lips, she went down and swallowed him.
He figured she needed help, so he held her head steady in place with his fist curled in her hair. A multitasker, she removed his shoes, pants, boxers and socks – without stopping her wonderful suction on his cock.
She had no gag reflex to speak of, and no problem letting him all the way into the back of her throat. Not only was her ass premium, her mouth was probably worth the same price tag.
The gentle pressure of her hands on his hips let him know she needed air. He let up and she breathed deeply, looking into his eyes with a genuine smile and what seemed like a glimmer of hope. She was desperate to find a way for him to mesh with her world … to take Dmitri’s place?
She patted the table. “I will give you the best massage.”
He had no complaints so far, except for his rock hard cock that bobbed up and down, seeking a home. He obliged her request and settled comfortably on the padded table. She pulled out several ornate bottles from a cabinet below.
“Each bottle is a different kind of oil, special for certain areas of the body.” She dribbled different oils on his chest, arms and shoulders, down his cock, legs, knees and feet. With one hand rubbing a warm-tingly oil all up and down his painfully hard shaft, her other hand massaged his chest. Eventually she switched hands and worked all the way up and down his body, but still managed to continue the agonizingly warm hand job.
Then she stopped.
He almost snapped at her, but she grabbed his hands and squirted oil into his palms. Then she squirted the oil on her own breasts and down her belly and thighs. Aaron could feel it on his hands, the same warm-tingly oil she’d used on his cock, and she was covered in it. The woman lived for sensual stimulation.
She climbed onto the platform and slipped her oily ass over him. Her legs straddled his shoulders and cunt opened spread eagle over his face. Aaron didn’t need to be told what to do with the warm oil dripping from his palms. He attacked her pussy with both hands, rubbing all up and down, saturating her clit, and juicy folds. Then he slipped two oily fingers deep into her ass. She would soon need all the lube she could get up in there.
She mumbled something in Russian in a husky voice, ground her sopping wet pussy into his hands and face, and swallowed his cock again. The woman definitely had her tonsils removed, because she took every last inch of him. He could feel the head of his cock squeezed by the tight restriction of the back of her throat.
Up and down, sucking harder and harder, her hands cupped his balls like she wanted to pump it all out of him. She worked him, worked his face with her raw pussy lips, and taught him a thing or two about the good ole 69 – Russian style.
When he was ready to explode into her tight suction, she reached back and gripped the top of his head, shoving her cunt into his face so hard she damn near gave him a bloody lip. “Now! Bite me now!”
Her mouth clamped down on his shaft, her pussy ground down into his teeth, and he knew exactly what she wanted, even though he could hardly believe it. He gripped her tight oily ass in his claws and bit straight into all that juicy flesh, a mouthful of her squirting come, savory pussy, and the best part – blood. It was awesome, delicious, and freaky as hell.
With her blood came the flood of her feelings and emotions. Emptying himself into her throat, she fought to breathe as she screamed through the pain and gushing multiple orgasms. Her hips frozen in place, petrified he might rip into her flesh at any second, she bravely rode the roller coaster ride of pain, pleasure and fear. She swallowed gulps of his come between bursts of guttural screams.
She had trusted him in a way no other person had trusted him. She wanted the pain, but hoped he would not hurt her more than she could handle. Yet she knew that in a moment of abandon he could tear her flesh to shreds, a most excruciating death. A complete surrender that gave him total mastery over her body.
At times she might be a selfish, arrogant bitch and a shameless whore, but at the core of her soul, she desperately needed him. She needed a vampire master who could give her the most intense experience of her life, without killing her.
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aron let go of her ass and retracted his teeth. With the utmost care he licked her quivering pussy to help heal the wounds.
Shaking with the strain, sobbing in relief, Natalya collapsed on him. Her cheek rested against his wet cock, and she didn’t seem to care that his come was running down the side of her face. The woman floated in a heavenly place, hardly cognizant of anything beyond the sensations bombarding her. This was her thing, these moments of euphoria and agony all blended together in an overlapping explosion, a high she couldn’t get any other way.
She murmured something in Russian and a quake of orgasmic aftershocks rolled through her body, causing her ass to pucker and his cock to twitch. Aaron simply couldn’t resist. He slid two oily fingers in her tight bottom and worked her slowly. She moaned and moved her ass to meet his fingers.
She was his to do with as he pleased. He felt an overwhelming need to find her limits, or discover she had none.
She roused as he reached deeper and deeper into her ass. She pulled his semi-hard cock back down into her mouth, seemingly not strong enough to lift her head for the job. She suckled him until he grew to full size in her mouth, then somehow, she found the will to sit up and scoot forward. On her knees above him, she lined up and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes communicated her need as she slowly grunted her way down and seated his full cock into the warm squeeze of her ass.
She kneaded his balls gently, pumping him back up for another round, working him. Her strength wasn’t recovered to ride him, but, he had more than enough strength for the job. With a powerful grip on her hips, he fucked her like a ragdoll. He pummeled her ass with a vengeance, sodomizing her until her tears and mascara flowed once more, and she cried out, biting her lip with the pain of his violation.
She leaned back onto his chest and tried her best to grind her ass down, giving him that last unexplored inch of her. A loud smacking sound brought a moan from her lips. Legs spread wide, she ground her ass into his cock while slapping and rubbing her big, rosy clit, crying out each time she hit herself.
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