101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  “Sorry. Our house if full. But our ex-neighbor who migrated to France had their house available for rent.”

  “Good. May I have the number of this ex-neighbor?”

  Doreen brought out her cell phone and gave the man the number.

  “You can call that number this time. If they give you the yes, you can proceed to the real estate company just behind the mall. The key is there.”

  “Good. Thank you miss. By the way, my name is Drake.”

  “Doreen.”

  “Nice to meet you Doreen,” Drake said as he shook the latter’s hand. “I’ll be seeing you around. It’s already dawn so I must go home.”

  “Where are staying by the way?” asked Doreen.

  “For now, I’m gonna check in at the motel. I’ll just grab the keys tomorrow by 6pm.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow then. I just live right beside the house.”

  “That’s good. Okay, see you around then.”

  Drake went away and left Doreen on the dance floor. Five minutes after he left, the bar was disturbed because of a loud scream that came from outside.

  All people hanging out at the bar were shocked because of what they saw – a female soaked in her own blood. The people covered around the girl, who was struggling for her dear life. There were no obvious cuts around the victim so it made the panic even worse.

  Doreen squeezed herself at the crowd using her brute strength by shoving people around. After easily maneuvering herself in the sea of people, she was shocked at what she saw.

  There, in the ground, was Alaina, her girl friend who she thought was fucking with Jeff, another friend of hers, at the time. Alaina was on the ground and looked dead. There were blood splattered all around and the surroundings pretty much suggested that she have struggled. Doreen jumped from the crowd and grabbed Alaina. To her surprise, Alaina was still breathing.

  “Hey, what happened?!”

  Alaina was struggling to breathe and just weak to summon even a single word. But her fingers, though weak, was seemingly pointing at something. It was pretty inaccurate because it was all shaky. Doreen just followed the finger’s path and saw her friend’s neck squirting with blood. She was shocked to know it because of all parts that could have sustained cuts, it was the neck that had gotten the worst injury.

  What could have this? was the question that tingled Doreen’s mind. Bandits and people are always present but the choice target is never the neck. Not only that, the cut was too small to have scattered the amount of blood scattered around.

  “WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!”

  Doreen tore her thin tank top, exposing her beautiful body, and wrapped it around the neck of her friend. The cloth provided enough pressure to prevent Alaina from losing more of her blood. After a minute, the ambulance arrived at the scene and collected Alaina’s body, which was still fighting for life.

  The ambulance left with all people shocked. At the middle of them all, was Doreen, half naked and all scattered with blood. She did not care if she was only wearing bras. What was important that time was her friend. She was shaking that moment because of pure rage. She wanted to hit someone so bad that she just ran away and drove home before she lost control.

  Her aggressive episode is already inches from surfacing.

  Doreen was over speeding headed home. She planned to wash herself there and thereafter visit Alaina in the hospital. Everything was so fucked up that she even forgot to turn on her radio. Suddenly, she realized that her parents might get mad if they see her naked and all covered with blood. This signaled a detour. She turned her car around and proceeded to Bruce’s place after remembering that she left some clean clothes there. At that moment, her aggressive brain thought of Bruce crying out for help when she whipped him. This gave her that split sense of guilt and horniness.

  My friend’s life is critically in the balance and yet I feel extreme horniness in my system? I am crazy.

  Doreen drove quickly to Bruce’s place. Her hormones were rushing through her veins. It was a mix of aggression and carnal urge, causing her to feel even more confused. She was critically viewing the places she passes by for suspicious individuals because it was the least she could do for her friend.

  At last, after ten minutes of driving, she was already at Bruce’s place.

  *Dingdong*

  No one answered the door.

  *Dingdong*

  The same scary feeling flew in the air. Doreen thought about her boyfriend.

  Maybe Bruce’s fucking messing around with me, Doreen thought. But wait, he is not expecting me tonight. Maybe he’s gone somewhere.

  She pressed the doorbell for one last time before attempting to pen the door. It was locked so she was not surprised this time.

  Instead of pushing for something that was not there, Doreen just drove straight to the hospital to attend to her friend’s need. It was too risky to expose herself at that state when someone dangerous is on the run.

  ****

  There were police around the hospital so it was hard asking for directions. The media was interviewing some personnel and this made the hospital pretty loud. In fact, some relatives of patients were already crying foul because of the disturbances.

  Doreen manually searched the place where her friend was. The hospital was pretty big so she started at the emergency room. The emergency room was pretty large and privacy curtains were scattered around so one by one, Doreen pretended to be losing a wallet from an emergency room bed. It was quite effective because questions were not given anymore, people just allowed her to search.

  Then at last, Doreen managed to find Alaina. She was in the corner-most area of the emergency room. Doreen saw the place because her friends were in it.

  “Guys, how’s Alaina?”

  “She’s still inside. The doctors are trying their best to revive her. It’s fifty-fifty they said,” replied Jeff.

  Doreen, realizing that it was Jeff who answered her inquiry, asked, “You were with Alaina right? Where were you when this happened? Answer me.”

  “I knew you were gonna ask that. Yes, I was with her but I went back inside. The drink was pretty hard so I threw up, even ask Mackie about it.”

  Mackie affirmed Jeff’s statement. But Doreen’s fists were still clinched because of anger. Her head was so painful because of things that run inside it. For a moment, she even felt that it was about to implode. It was so painful that it slowly turned light, light enough that Doreen felt like floating.

  What the fuck? I think I’m about to faint. What is this extreme pain?

  “DOREEN! HEY! WHAT’S HAPPENING TO YOU?!”

  Doreen can hear her friends shouting out her name. But she can’t respond. All she can see was her world turning upside down as she falls down to the floor. The things around her were also turning blurred.

  Wait, who’s that familiar face at the end of the corridor?

  From the far edge of the emergency room, was the last person Doreen saw. He was familiar – a six-foot three man who had a body type that she wants to fuck with. It was the man that asked her where to live.

  Drake… Yes, that man is Drake. What is he doing here?

  Before Doreen can find a probable answer herself, her thought process was abruptly cut as her body made contact on the hospital floor. Her body was not able to resist her extreme blood pressure, both caused by horniness and anger.

  She passed out.

  ******

  “Hey babe, wake up.”

  Doreen was starting to feel her senses come back to life.

  “Hey, wake up. What happened to you?”

  This voice is familiar, she said to her self.

  “Hey, you’re horny right? Come and got some then. Look, I had you dressed up while you were asleep.”

  Fuck, I’m still sleepy… Wait, Yes. I was horny. And another yes, count me in.

  Slowly, the lights came back and woke up Doreen’s senses. She noticed that she was not at the hospital anymore. The place where she current
ly lies is familiar but she did not have the lucidity to figure it out at the moment. She’s too busy guessing the voice.

  “You alright? You seem awake now. What are waiting for?”

  Do I look alright you stupid fuck? Let me look at you.

  Doreen looked at the voice’s source and to her surprise, it was Bruce. Bruce was naked that time and somewhat knew she was horny. She did not know how her boyfriend managed to know of it but she did not care. Horniness was still in her system so she’ll just allow a certain amount of time to pass before welcoming back Bruce inside her. She finally replied.

  “How? How was I able to get here?”

  Bruce just smirked and said, “You don’t remember a thing? Haha. I’ll let you remember some. Come, I’m already ready. I’ll just let you wear this choker and here’s your whip. Hurt me, okay?”

  Doreen was still confused but Bruce’s statement fired her up. She was now completely horny.

  “Urghhhh. My head fucking hurts. Wait Brucey, I’m gonna hurt you later. Just allow me to take some time to charge.”

  “No babe. If you don’t rise up right now, there would be no fuck night for you,” a serious Bruce replied.

  Doreen rose up and grabbed the whip. She noticed that her outfit that moment was that of a dominatrix.

  Maybe that’s why Bruce was out awhile ago. He bought these things somewhere. I didn’t even know these things are sold around. Maybe he went somewhere far.

  The whip signified power for Doreen, so it fuelled her up instantly. The outfit was as impressive so she just treated it as an icing to the cake. It consisted of latex tights exposing her pussies and ass, a semi-bra that was only mesh wires making her nipples stand out, a choker that had belt in it, and a beret. Her pussy was now about to drip from wetness.

  She whipped Bruce with full strength.

  “THAT FUCKING HURT! STOP!”

  Bruce knows my style now eh, that’s more like it. Fuck, why am I about to reach orgasm? Maybe I was so horny. I’ll be fine as long as I control my urge.

  Doreen whipped again. This time, it was a lot harder.

  “OUCH! PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU! THAT HURTS SO BAD!”

  This gave Doreen a big smile. She repeated whipping Bruce until she forgot what happened to her friend. She was suddenly in a trance and gave up all her energy just hurting Bruce. One whip to another, Doreen’s building pleasure added up. She felt her insides curl up and her labia contracting without any dick inside it. Her juice was now dripping down her legs because the pleasure brought about by dominating was getting too much to handle. It was just too good to be true.

  “BRUCE! I’M FUCKING HURTING YOU! I WANT NOTHING RIGHT NOW BUT TO DOMINATE YOU! BEG ME YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF SHIT!”

  Doreen was now saying everything that could dehumanize Bruce. She treated Bruce as a nothing that moment and it gave her more fun. Bruce, on the other hand, was desperately crying because of pain. Doreen liked this and now seconds away from orgasm.

  “HEY BRUCE. I’M GONNA HURT YOU EVEN MORE. THIS WILL REALLY HURT SO PREPARE YOURSELF.”

  Doreen tied the whip tighter in her hands and gave a final blow. As it hit Bruce’s body, her vaginal fluid splattered around. The amount of fluid expelled from her body was approximately half a liter and went straightly to Bruce’s back. Again, she fell from weakness.

  While Doreen was resting from her first orgasm, she noticed that Bruce’s back was covered with blood. She realized that she excessively used her force towards him. There were random lashes around her poor boyfriend’s body covered with blood and fluid that came straight from her sex organ. But she did not care at the moment. She had to make the orgasm last while she was still in a deep convulsion.

  After a minute of enjoying her involuntary contractions, Bruce was still in the position, silent.

  “Hey Brucey, you alright?”

  Bruce was still asleep (or is he?). Doreen knew that Bruce must be planning to pull of some tricks again.

  “Hey, it’s your turn to enter me. Come on now, while my pussy is still hot.”

  Doreen undid Bruce’s shackles. She was confident that Bruce was only playing around because he was capable of it. After Bruce was already bare naked, Doreen woke him up.

  “Bruce, stop sleeping. Wake up! Don’t sleep on me.”

  But Bruce was still motionless on the bed. This was the moment where fear started to enter Doreen’s mind. So immediately, she checked out Bruce’s pulse by placing both her index and middle fingers on the latter’s neck. There was no pulse.

  Fuck, I might have killed him.

  Panic began to set in for Doreen. She grabbed the sheets and stayed at the corner of the bed after finding out that Bruce was not breathing. She feared for the worst. Several thoughts flooded her mind. She imagined how she would live with it.

  Then suddenly, Bruce laughed. It was a sinister one.

  “Hey Bruce, playing tricks on me again? Fuck you! That’s not funny! I’m going out now. You suck.”

  Bruce did not speak and just laughed. This time, his laugh turned really loud. Chills went on the back of Doreen’s aggressive spine. This time, she knew that what was happening that moment is not normal. She remained scared.

  “I’m not playing Bruce, don’t fucking play around with---“

  Before she completed her speech. Bruce literally, in a superhuman strength, flew towards her. He flew so high that Doreen was not able to think how it happened.

  When Bruce landed in front of Doreen, he just smiled and pushed the latter. Doreen was not able to react due to extreme fear. Staying frozen at the bed, she just watched Bruce mount at her. He was not his normal self that time.

  Bruce inserted his dick inside. It was cold. Doreen did not like the feeling but thanks to her previous orgasm, her pussy was still wet enough to welcome a willing dick to grind upon it.

  After a few minutes, Bruce was already rocking his huge dick inside Doreen. Doreen was also feeling pleasure but was still disturbed due to fact that Bruce’s dick was dead cold. Just as she was about to feel the onset of orgasm, Bruce came without even saying a thing. His cum was thick and somewhat expectedly, cold. This irked her even more.

  “Hey! You could’ve controlled your cum! Asshole! We always cum together in case you don’t remember. What the fuck are you up to? And what’s up with the cold cum? Are you fucking sick?”

  Bruce ignored Doreen and manhandled her to a kneeling position. This time, he again inserted his dick and rocked Doreen’s pussy. Doreen was not yet prepared for another round because of her delayed release and extreme irritation. Her pussy was relatively dried but Bruce was still forcing the issue.

  “Hey Bruce, you’re hurting me. Get it wet first. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you crazy? Please, stop it. You’re beginning to hurt me. It is not funny anymore.”

  She tried to move Bruce away but the latter was still grinding. It was getting more and more painful because her pussy was already dried. She expected Bruce to at least feel some pain but it is otherwise, it was as if Bruce, after all, was not Bruce.

  “Hey! That hurts! Fuck you! I’m outta here!” Doreen exclaimed and jumped out of Bruce. There, she saw Bruce still smiling and for the first time in a few minutes, spoke.

  “You don’t want to enjoy this night?”

  There was something wrong with him. Doreen noticed that Bruce’s lips were somewhat thicker than the usual.

  “I want to. But you don’t have to dictate the pace. I do that, right?” Doreen replied as she felt her aggression decreased.

  Bruce laughed. He laughed so hard that his face was up the ceiling. He was laughing like crazy and it gave Doreen great discomfort. She began to expect the worse and knew that Bruce must be the reason behind all mysteries that covered Bridgettesville.

  After Bruce laughed, he maintained his smile that sent shock to Doreen’s heart.

  He had fangs.

  Before Doreen could react, Bruce jumped towards her again. But this time, he was going for the
neck.

  Doreen prepared herself in a defensive stance to prevent Bruce from hurting her. Her hands were crossed against her face and forced towards Bruce’s mouth, which already flaunted the fangs. Bruce was drooling and obviously wanted her blood.

  “Fuck this Bruce, what happened to you? Please, go away.”

  “MUST… DRINK… BLOOD…”

  Bruce’s superhuman strength was getting the best of Doreen. Doreen began to feel her hands grow weak because of too much defending. It involuntarily gave up and Bruce pierced right through her neck.