Chapter Four – Jack #2
As she started riding my cock with her mouth I shuddered.
Sex—made me hungry—and here I was so close to blood—but—no—hands were in my hair—Karma, back from the dead and standing, pulling my mouth to hers, kissing me.
I ran my hands over her soft skin, clawing fingers up her back, pulling her against me as my hips fucked her friend’s mouth, until I found her nipples, pinched, and pulled—then the brunette rocked back.
I looked down at her, my cock still ramrod straight—and she whispered up. “Do you have a condom?”
I moved Karma aside and pulled one out of a station drawer, opened it and set it over my cock with practiced hands. Then the brunette stood. Her hair was in disarray, which gave her a chance to hide behind it as she asked. “I want you to fuck me—but I have to stay a virgin.”
It was all I could do not to laugh. “Southern girls,” I said aloud.
I kicked off the rest of my clothing and grabbed the Vaseline from my drawer and brought it near.
We used it on fresh tattoos, but it’d do for lube—and the condom was for them, not me, besides.
The upshots of being a vampire included no babies, and no STDs.
I lowered the tattoo chair and then settled myself on it, my back against it, as its back was tilted down.
I was face up, hips up, and my aching cock was still at attention.
The brunette gave me a quizzical look, which was a shame—after the virgin quip, I wouldn’t have thought she suffered from a lack of imagination.
“Come here,” I said, grabbing her bodily and pulling her up to lie on top of me, her back against my chest, her legs splayed wide, dangling on either side of my hips.
I pushed her hair away to nuzzle her neck and brought my hands around, one to cup a breast, the other pushing down through her dark fur to stroke right above her pussy.
She was helpless on me. I was bigger than she was and totally in control, and I could feel her torn between fighting that and giving in.
I used the wetness Karma had already inspired to rub her labia gently, feeling them part, then pulled up to find the space where they connected at her hood.
And I started slowly arching my hips, sending my trapped cock rubbing against the cleft of her ass.
“Just don’t—go in there—okay?” she whispered, setting one hand on top of mine on her pussy to guard it, and bringing her free hand up to play with her other breast.
“Understood,” I whispered into her ear before licking the shell of it, making her shiver. “Karma, can you do me a favor?”
“Uh huh,” Karma said, watching everything with rapt attention.
“Take some of that,” I said, jerking my chin at the Vaseline, “and get it all over my cock.”
She breathed a yes, and went to do as she was told—then paused in front of us, looking down at where we almost met, at both of us, and I wondered how much, if anything, she’d learned in sex ed—or if she’d ever gone to the dark side of the internet.
Then she reached in and pulled out my still condomed cock and slicked it up and down with Vaseline thoroughly, giving it a solid stroke that made me growl.
“Okay,” I told the two of them, pulling the brunette higher up my chest. “You ready?”
She nodded and I started my slide, pushing her slowly down as my hips arched my cock up.
Her hips bobbed in time with my other hand, but when she realized what I was doing, where I was going, she started to move to find me.
I was pressed against her in a moment, the head of my fat cock rubbing against her tight asshole, and then I whispered, “Breathe for me.”
She did, I thrust, and I pushed my tip inside her. She moaned and I went still. She was throbbing around me and I could feel all the blood racing inside of her as she processed the moment. “You good?” I asked, the fingertips of one hand playing gently with her clit.
She gave a small nod, and answered, “Yeah,” right before trying to squirm down.
“Good girl,” I purred, and arched up to make things easier for her.
I listened to her moan with pleasure as her ass took more of me inside.
She was tight, God she was tight, and it was hard to just wait for her to find her own rhythm—but before I could break she did, and started riding on me, back and forth, sliding me in and out each time she squeezed her ass and arched her hips, slowly taking more and more of me in each time.
I pinched her nipple and then my hands sank to her waist without thinking, dying to help her, wanting to land myself inside her to the hilt, even as she worked her own way there.
“Christ,” I growled. She may not have done this much before—but she was good—so good—I opened my eyes and saw disheveled Karma, watching us intently.
“How can I help?” she whispered.
I reached both hands over the brunette’s body, spreading her legs even wider, showing Karma her full sex. “Sit down on the stool—and suck her right here,” I said, showing her where with a finger.
The brunette paused in anticipation of Karma’s mouth and then afterwards let out a low moan. She lay between us, pinned and twitching, scared of moving too much and knocking anyone off.
“I can’t—decide—it all feels—so good—" she panted out against me.
“What feels good? This?” I said and finally pushed up, making her take all of me at last, feeling her stretch around the thickest part of my shaft.
She grunted and then moaned, wrapping an arm up to run her fingers through my hair.
“Or this?” Karma asked, getting into the spirit of things, licking harder, taking more of the brunette’s pussy inside her mouth.
I decided to take control of the ride then—just because I was technically immortal didn’t mean I wanted to play all night long—and I had other dates besides. I curled up, taking the brunette with me, pushing her down, feeling her welcoming ass handle my girth.
I twitched inside her, arching my ass up, rocking myself just barely in and out of her as her whole ass clenched me tight, making each small thrust feel like the first time.
“Oh God,” she moaned, as her body betrayed her. She reached out for support and found Karma’s head and brought her in, so that we were both bucking into the other girl’s mouth.
“Yes, yes—don’t stop, oh God—please!” she begged the two of us, as I felt the beginnings of her orgasm wrap around me, like the calm before a storm.
She was going to give it to me, give it good, and I was going to fucking take it from her.
She moaned, thrashed, and then began to scream, as her ass spasmed around my cock and pulled.
“Fuck, yes.” My fingers grabbed her thighs and held her down as I pumped up, bucking my hips against hers as she writhed, pounding her with my release as her life pulsed out of her—I held her close and took it into me, feeling it warm me deep inside, just like my cum was now heating her.
I rode her until we were both finished, and growled again with one last thrust.
I held her close as she panted, worried she’d fall off the chair if she tried to move—until Karma’s head dropped, as she started to lick at my balls.
“Goddamn,” I said, releasing the brunette slowly. “You’re going to make someone very happy someday. You both are.”
The brunette dizzily dismounted, turning to lean against the chair as Karma stood. “That was wild.”
“Yeah, it was.” I sat up, twisting towards them, watching them find and straighten their clothes as I sat naked as a jay-bird, with the exception of my tattoos, a huge skull on my chest, and a dragon trailing over a shoulder, with both arms sleeved.
Now and again, one of them would look shyly at me, as if to convince themselves that that had happened, that I did exist. All I could do was smile back.
When they were almost pulled together, I stood and made a show of stretching before expertly tossing my condom in the trash. Two semi-innocent southern girls and add in a little Vegas, and look what I had done.
“Was that a good enough story for you?” I asked.
Karma looked dismayed, and for a half-a-hot second I doubted my skills. “But we won’t be able to tell anyone.”
I laughed. “Those stories are the best stories.” I swooped down to grab my jeans as the brunette leaned over to whisper something in her ear.
“Jennifer!” Karma said, scandalized, then grinned, and took her hand. So the brunette’s name was Jennifer. I slid my jeans on as they gossiped. Who knew what the rest of the night would hold for them, if they played their cards right. And hey, now they could always play with each other.
“We’ve, uh, gotta go—" Jennifer said, tugging Karma towards the door.
“Yeah, I figured,” I said, buttoning my jeans.
They turned and dashed out with victorious laughter, already telling each other the story of the story in their minds—how brave they’d been to go get tattoos—and everything that’d happened after.
What I’d done to them, what they’d done to each other, and the sanitized version of events that they’d tell their friends while secretly giggling.
The door rang again as I was putting my shirt on. Jennifer stood outside, hailing a ride with her phone, but Karma’d bounced back on through. She raced up to the counter and slammed a wad of cash down.
“Since you didn’t get to tattoo me,” she said with a grin—and then disappeared back outside.
I could’ve chased after her—there was time before their ride got here—but with the people I owed money to, I couldn’t afford too much pride.
Besides, no one could say I hadn’t done my part for Las Vegas tourism for the evening. It was every local’s duty—even the undead ones. I fastened my belt buckle with a smirk, and pocketed the cash.