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"I need to get under a roof. Its no good out here. I have an aunt on the other side of town..."
"You should go see her," Karl replied.
"I'm going to go see her," the man said, his face filling with purpose as he shoved the coins in his pocket with a greasy hand. He shuffled past Karl and Kristie in the direction from where they'd just come, heading off into the darkness.
"What was all that abou...," Kristie began to ask,
"Sounds like he needs to meet up with family," Karl remarked as though he was putting it out of his head. They walked on through the drops of rain.
Ahead things became dingier still if that was possible, misty even. She'd seen mist like this in the city but this was too far from the river. It was almost like rock concert fog, fake and contrived - yet there it was. At least the rain began to let up, until it was merely a drop here - a drop there. She could deal with that.
As for the gloom and the swirling fog however that was another story. It compounded the darkness and the feeling of loneliness. It made the familiar nature of the urban terrain all unfamiliar and otherworldly; as if they were walking through a misty canyon in some far off cold remote wilderness. It was foreign and foreboding, it was somber and sad; like this portion of the city, once a sign of civilization was itself a dark forgotten place of mourning.
Cat's scurried out of the mist. Karl and Kristie's footsteps had disturbed something in the street between two yowling felines. Other than the pair of alley cats suffering from inadvertent cock-blocking there seemed to not be any sign of life anywhere to be fou... wait a second.
Ahead coming out of the fog was light. It was a confusing jumble of stabbing neon light and noise. Several signs all seeming to poke themselves through the swirling floating droplets of grey wet while voices yammered away faintly in the distance; voices and the din of music. They walked closer, down the street to the sounds and the light; the dingy-ness replaced by gaudy neon and the clattering chattering activity of urban nightlife.
Cramped restaurants and clubs to either side of the street came into view out of the haze. A pair of Asian markets to either side also appeared along the way, (along with the pungent smells associated within). Here and there tobacco smoke drifted on the fog and tickled their noses.
In contrast to the previous dark and lonely portion of their journey from the restaurant, the path ahead looked somewhat crowded; crowded cramped and oddly attractive. Everyone on the street seemed to be both tall and slender at first glance, and quite graceful; charismatic even. The individuals walking on the narrow foggy street, or smoking cigarettes with chums off to one side all seemed to have tumbled from the pages of some clothing store's catalog, each throwing a tragically hip vibe to anyone noticing them. There was a lot of black about too; probably for the color's slimming effect but upon closer scrutiny Kristie realized,
"Oh wait, Goth's,"
"Hmmm?" Karl said, his thoughts and attention for three lovely females across the street eyeing him back suddenly interrupted. Apparently he was quite familiar with this narrow stretch of pavement with its glaring neon haze, (as much as it was with him for that matter).
"Goth's," Kristie repeated, "death hippies, the kids that love to dress up and be so sad? That's whom this street primarily caters to."
"There are a few sad types here," Karl agreed as they stepped around people coming and going, "but for the most part, they are merely more comfortable here than anywhere else... this time of the day anyhow,"
Kristie thought for a moment and considered restating her explanation. Then she mulled over whether or not she would sound condescending or a bit like a know-it-all. She wanted to make a good impression with the man who'd just made her feel so remarkably alive, and the last thing she wanted to do was act in a manner that...
"I caught your drift," he said turning to her with a smile, "now come with me. I want to take you someplace special."
He crossed the street with her briskly, pulling her along with him. He seemed quite resolute about where they were headed. It was all she could do to keep up.
On the bit of pavement they'd just left a tall slender woman decked out in leather pants and a matching biker jacket. She was a beautiful brunette with high cheekbones and a sophisticated aura about her. Her female companion, blonde beautiful and decked out in a similar leather outfit that made them quite the pair turned to her.
"Did you see something?" the pretty blonde asked her tall partner.
"No Amanda," Annette Bishop replied to her traveling companion and lover, "I thought I'd seen someone but it was not them. Mistaken identity."
Annette was being deceptive as she smiled back into Amanda's face reassuringly. She simply didn't want Kristie, a fellow Praetorian Group employee, seeing her out clubbing; especially the likes of these establishments. People in the corporation loved gossip, (and reputation was all in her world). Besides, she needed to protect the love of her life, Amanda.
Annette suddenly cupped Amanda's face in her hands, cradling it lovingly as she changed the subject and simultaneously changed their position so that if Kristie looked had looked back she'd have not recognized the lady from Corporate who'd just written a stellar review of her performance. It was a flash of inspired brilliance as she made eyes at the lovely green-eyed blonde with the apple-bottom. She gave her a kiss, a deep kiss... a kiss that Amanda could feel down her spine and straight into her toes.
"These clubs darling are lame," Annette whispered in Amanda's ear. She'd changed the subject. Now she popped a new suggestion saying,
"What do you say you and I head across town to a place a bit more earthy and primitive I know of?"
She was met with a devilish smile and nod of a pretty blonde head of shoulder length hair. The two turned and stepped off down the street in the direction from whence Karl and Kristie had originated from. Soon they disappeared into the night. Annette didn't know it, but she and her lover Amanda had just walked away from the gift, (or the curse depending on one's point of view), of eternal life. They'd never know how close they'd come.
***
Karl and Kristie stepped up to a man at a set of half-open double doors beneath a flashing sign of a club bearing the name "PERPETUITY." Like Karl, the fellow had that long gaunt look of a heroin addict who'd been stretched like a rubber band; spindly and yet elegant in his own way. Karl and the man exchanged looks. Karl was obviously a regular.
"Karl, good to see you," the man spoke with a similar honey drip to his voice that Kristie noticed immediately.
"Likewise Otto," he replied back. It was a friendly enough exchange and Otto didn't look as though he wanted anything in the form of ID. Instead Karl and Kristie were met with a sweep of Otto's hand to pass on inside. Dreamy trance music blared from the dark space beyond; like the rush of water from a burst dam. The couple passed the portal inside.
The pair stepped to the right through a dark corridor illuminated only by black lights, (so much for fire codes). They then took a hard left and descended down a short flight of steps as the blasting music became louder still. Red padded leather double doors blocked their way. Karl merely pushed on them and they swung open, Wild West style. They emerged into a buzzing beehive of dance, chest pounding music. Most striking of all were the beautiful and fashionably sullen people who flailed to the beat on the dance floor; each self absorbed patron caught up in the avant-garde atmosphere of the place and the whole lot of them packed like dancing crayons in a box. Yes, by all appearances the fire marshal was on holiday someplace, (other than in this fine wholesome establishment).
Karl and Kristie got to it. Moving down into the middle of the floor they crowded between pale gorgeous men and women. The pair became as one with the clubs pounding pulse and commenced dancing.
Kristie looked about herself and attempted to look without staring - she simply could not help herself. It was as though the entire crowd in this place was impossibly beautiful and far too cool for words. Each of the patrons seemed to be engrossed in a sad flailing celebration of music and moving fellowship; all to the beat of blaring trance and pulsing techno whump. It was one huge amorphous mass of the black clad beauties, each stylish and chic in their dress and composure.
After several minutes of flailing and whirling Kristie felt her own perspiration begin to trickle at the edges of her face and hair, yet she noticed something odd... her drippy dilemma was not shared by the others. She normally found these establishments heavy with the funk of sweat and ass... this place however, despite the flailing masses, had an olfactory note of perfume cloves and incense, (with a note here and there of hairspray). There was an undercurrent base note in the collective scent... she couldn't put her finger on it as they danced and whirled, it escaped her... that underlying funk.
Then something caught her attention beyond the dancing throng; in the corners of the club beyond the neon and red illuminated dance floor's farthest reaches. Way off in the periphery it lay, nested in darkened shadows. At first she told herself it was not what she'd thought. She told herself she'd made a mistake... but no. In those murky dim nooks and crannies, she now clearly saw it... undulating naked bodies.
That base note... OF COURSE - how could she have not have noticed it before? That base olfactory note was SEX.. heady, musky, cunt-stuffing, ass-gripping, mouth-on-bodies-cocks-and-pussies SEX! How had she not noticed all these minutes on the floor? Her heart thumped with excitement and lewd voyeurism as she now danced and craned her head here and there; catching glimpses of wanton fucking flesh in all its gorgeous variety.
"This place is legal?" she shouted to Karl over the blast of the OOT! OOT! OOT! OOT! spun up by the DJ.
"You a cop?" joked Karl, smiling.
She returned the smile. His eyes were doing that thing again... akin to loading her mind with the most deliciously dangerous of narcotics. She could jump into those two dreamy pools set in that devilishly handsome face and swim around in them. He was beautiful. He was probably aware of it, even in this den of beautiful ones.
His hand thrust forward to her, palm up. He'd ceased dancing. He looked about, scanning for an opening in the clot of dancers saying,
"Come,"
She took the hand in a school-girl crush daze. Was it the music or his charisma? Whatever it was, she followed him without question - she'd have followed him anywhere now.
She didn't recall stepping through the throng of patrons. Truth was, he'd parted them all like a New Testament sea merely by his presence. Most knew who he was, and they moved to one side or the other without hesitation.
The pair stopped near the bar at the edge of the churned up cauldron of dance. They now stood beside yet another writhing mass whose collective body spread around the great edge of the space, meeting in both directions back to the edges of the red double doors; a naked humping sea of sex. Impossibly beautiful people of all descriptions lay about on the floor or crouched over one another in the shadows; all having tossed their clothes in little heaps here and there; having given themselves over to a communal hedonism.
It looked all looked at first glance like a wriggling den of nude fleshy snakes; all rubbing and rutting against one another in a dark pit to keep warm. Kristie was struck by the juxtaposition of it all. Before her eyes flesh of every beautiful description moved against flesh in frantic rutting; meanwhile the beat and the music pounded the air savagely as the revelers on the floor whirled in their stylishly sad dance just inches away. The very atmosphere of the place seemed to offer two alternatives; dance or fuck. You could celebrate vertically or horizontally but one thing was for certain, you would move and the beat would push you on!
With a reassuring pull Karl led Kristie forward into the humping nude stew of clotted sexual revelry until she found herself having waded into it with him. It wasn't merely sex all around at ankle level now; it was astonishingly gorgeous in a pale fleshy sort of way. Bodies of club patrons, humping, fucking... eating, sucking; hands and limbs traveling everywhere imaginable along the forms of eager recipients of pleasure. In her daze Kristie found herself both shocked and simultaneously aroused beyond speech by the unabashedly carnal celebration as it wriggled and undulated about with welcoming skin on skin friction.
Karl moved swiftly, spinning her around and seizing her face in his hand for a kiss; a soulful kiss, a kiss that tasted like rose petals and smelt of incense, all smushed up against her mouth in one succulent smooch, (a tickling probing male tongue leading the way). It was a smooch that screamed lust, and telegraphed physical hunger for her.
Her clit throbbed and her nipples jutted hard against the lining of her brassiere, aching to burst free. She was completely his now with that kiss. She could melt like hot candle wax against him, he'd so utterly won her over.
His hands came down from her cheeks and his fingers spread around her throat. Then there was the grip... a python squeeze for just a second where she could feel his strength and raw power. She now pushed back against his kiss as the full rush of her own desire, poking back that tongue of his with her own; back into his mouth for a little exploration.
Ouch! One or two of his teeth were a little on the sharp side of things! She didn't care... nobody was perfect, it was a matter between him and his orthodontist.
Her hands found his zip and gritting her teeth she yanked it down. She now assumed the manner of a tigress; sinking a naughty paw inside his trousers. She rooted around, her palm not having to hunt for long as it met the warm pulsing flesh of his cock; angry and throbbing against her touch. If he'd had any doubts of her conviction regarding whether or not she was interested; they'd drifted away like so much blown smoke in a stiff breeze as she tugged him and kissed him back.
His hands traveled from her throat; down down down... finding the fullness of her breasts. He made ridiculously short work of her blouse and with surgeon's skill his hands popped the clasp of her bra. He'd done it all easily as flicking off a light-switch! Brassiere and blouse hit the floor between her feet and not two seconds later... so did any inhibitions she might have been holding onto!
She was brazenly bare-breasted for all the world to see in this den of dark pleasure, and she loved it! She wanted more. She worked his clothes whilst he found the edge of her skirt and yanked.
He rendered her naked and she presently made him nude; that she might ogle him better. She kissed his neck and shoulders all while yanking upon that stiff evil charger of his. And what a charger he had!
It was a if he'd escaped from a zoo or something; for the fiendish thing was like great nine inch horn of veiny thick penile flesh, upwardly curved like half of a letter "U." The damned thing was already throbbing and drawling dewy pre-cum in her palm while her free hand cupped a set of warm weighty balls, heavy as lead. She was impressed to say the least.
The throng about Kristie noticed HER as well. A woman below her just off to one side met her glance. She had a cock gushing warm seed over her lips and as she and Kirstie noticed one another, a connection was made; a recognition that someone new and un-tasted had joined the throng. Another woman, prostrate beneath an enormous black man pounding her from behind glanced up. Her eyes met Kristie's, seeming to recognize Kristie was indeed a newcomer; not yet one and not yet fully part of this foul fellowship of fornication. The woman smiled and nodded happily.
Off to one side another woman bouncing atop her man in a demonic cowgirl romp acknowledged Kristie with a leering but polite nod of her head, ( as did her lover below). Both eyed her with interest. Both envied Karl.
Now the black fellow, his cock plowing as deep into the churned guts of woman on all-fours noticed Kristie. Their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments. A second later and Kristie's ears filled with a deafening chorus of hisses from the lungs of all those surrounding her, save Karl.
Karl met the gaze of each hissing fiend. With a sweep of his hand and a glare that would freeze the sun itself, he cowed them into submission; each averting their eyes before returning to their business of humping grinding. Kristie was his. He'd made no bones about this with all present and they wanted no trouble with Karl. Around the room, onlookers covered in sex funk and half-crazed with lust all saw the spectacle and understood things completely. She was his, make no mistake!
Now both naked as the tangle of sex about them, Karl and Kristie joined; pulling themselves into one another in a standing embrace; running hands along one another in a luscious groping of flesh, limbs, buttocks and breasts. There was another deep kiss before Karl seized the tops of her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. That angry jutting cock smacked her in the face; a meaty veined horn of a penis that curved upward in a vicious rampant arc. She'd have been intimidated had she been perhaps in another state of mind, but now her head was an intoxicated haze of greedy lewd wanting and hunger. Insatiable.
She took the end in her mouth; commencing to suck. Perhaps a better word would have been to say she fed upon him, as if drawing the very act had been for the sake of her nourishment. Her head tossed joyously from side to side as she pulled with greedy lips upon that member, and what a member it was!
Dribbling precum that wicked tip found its way to the back of her throat. Not ready for the poke Kristie felt her gag reflex rise for an instant, then strangely she felt the soothing balm of Karl's hands upon her, one on her shoulder the other atop her head with Karl's fingers snarling her mane. The effect was immediate as he cooed and reassured with the honey voice. She did not gag; instead drawing the whole monstrous thing in, nursing at the warm throbber as it stretched her jaw to its very limit. The cock then did something very strange indeed.
It moved.
It wasn't the normal pulsing throb of stiff penis upon a woman's soft palate, but no... something else entirely. It wriggled in a manner best described as independent and prehensile; as if she were fellating a great sexual earthworm of an organ. She was not at all sure but it seemed to be shimmying past her tonsils and down the back of her throat; all hot and throbby towards her gullet as it inched itself along.
She should have completely come all unglued. She should have been beside herself with horror and fright, but no. Instead of panicking, she took the fiendish sexual serpent willingly, sucking and nursing at it whilst drawing her breath through flaring nostrils. One minute passed, then two, then three, then it was anyone's guess; for neither she nor Karl cared in the least.
Karl eventually was overcome by it all. Finding the sensation he craved he shut his eyes, his hips humping her muzzle barbarically; his mouth agape in an expression of mad selfish pleasure. His chest heaving in great lusty gasps, both his hands seized her brunette locks in a wanton skull-fuck.
How far was he down inside her? Halfway to her stomach he judged. He knew he could very-well do anything with her and she'd be a willing participant, (as evident by the greediness at which she gorged upon him whilst frigging her own cunt and cupping those enormous hairy balls).
Never mind all that, he was close... very cl...
"AAAAARRRGGGHHHH..HAAAH!" Karl raged with red and bloodshot eyes flashing, his incisors now long and prominent. Kristie now felt the hot sticky rush somewhere down in her esophagus, as great spouts of hot curd salted her insides and headed for her gullet. She'd never known so much could jet from a male member, (nor so deeply).
She felt another gag forming but no, Karl anticipated this and with a will stronger than hers and the slightest shake of his head, his mind bid hers to remain calm and swallow... and to keep swallowing like a good girl; to accept that which he was providing and make all gone. She did as commanded by that voice in her head; taking it all in like a demonic beer bong. She wanted every last drop from those mammoth balls she held in her hand.
It was with a note of achy sadness felt in her heart when that wicked worm finally jetted its last hot seed. It slowly receded back up her tonsils, dragging a warm dribbling trail of ball broth behind it. Finally, with it back in her mouth, she gulped those last salty dregs.
In joyous celebration the humping fiends and beastly she-devil harlots all cried out, somehow each sharing in the magic of what Karl had just experienced. Their cheers actually rose above the din of the music; several dancers on the floor looked over to see what had happened. The music pulsed on.
Instinctively she continued to suck him. Instinctively? Really? No, wait... was that a voice in her head. Karl smiled, she was perfect and her mind fit his like a hand to a fitted black leather glove.
She sucked him harder, stroking the veiny monstrous shaft with her soft palate as if it were the most velvety of cunts. Quite soon he was again rampant; with a jutting hooked thruster of cock to show for it. He pushed her head from him, a shiny thread of saliva running from cock-tip to her lips in a lovely thread. Pulling her to her feet, he spun her about. She now faced the grinding sea of profane hedonists as he forcefully bent her at the waist.
The thread of slime and spittle at the tip of his curved horn of a devil dong proved quite useful, as Kristie suddenly felt the blunt protruding presence of his cock-head pushing at the pouty pink portal of her anus. He was going to take her naughty hole. Her nasty place!
She caught her breath in heady anticipation. She was a complete and utter whore now... any pain that might result from what was about to happen she greedily wished upon herself! She wanted to be split by it, to feel the rude coarseness sodomize her filthiest and most shameful of places, with the beastly audience of humping beautiful perv-beasts watching. She wanted it to happen, she wanted to be a complete and absolute whore... HIS WHORE! Far be it from Karl to deny a lady of her wishes...
"HAAAAAHRRR!" she gasped as the head found entry, splitting the seal of her poor popo and moving slowly but deliberately up her nasty pink gut chute.
He was in. He smiled with satisfaction and his eyes met approving nods from the all present in the naked tangled throng surrounding them. Kristie sucked in her breath then shook her black mane to and fro at the painfully delicious hedonism now stabbing up through her backside. That marvelously rude implement pushed on as it throbbed its way up her guts, making her clit ache whilst her asshole split wider and wider still.
His strong hands seize her heart-shaped bottom at the hips, followed by a deliberate pull on them back against his loins. He'd now impaled her straight up through her asshole, that thick pole skewering her up to his balls. Kristie's mouth hung open for a second... her chin quivered; then the cry of joy rushed out from her lungs with,
"OOOHHHH-AAAAAAAGGGGHHH YESSS KARL!!!"
Applause and cheers mixed with wicked laughter rose from the writhing naked audience around them. The fiends and hell-whores knew carnal art when they beheld it. Karl paid them no mind, instead commencing to row at Kristie's hips in a slow sweet devilishly deliberate act of sodomy.
Kristie's mind now registered a voice; one seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was soothing and calm yet assertive and male. It was Karl's voice unmistakably, the drip drip dripping honey of the words clearly resounding in her head with,
"That's it Kristie... take that cock! Open your entire being to it! Touch yourself girl, touch yourself now!"
Her hand found her sex and she splayed herself open. Conscious of her audience she began to frig herself feverishly while looking around at the gorgeous throng of knotted beings who ogled back from the fleshy heaps. Well, she decided, if it was a show they wanted... it was a SHOW they'd get!
She sneered at them, rolling her tongue across her lips; her hand a strumming blur on her clit and twat flower. It was a performance that was genuine however... there was no play-acting here. She was absolutely ablaze with lust as Karl's shaft buggered her bottom back and forth; striking the orb of her g-spot in the most wonderfully profane manner from just over the other side of her cunt wall! The throng of upturned faces grinned at her with grotesque approval; loving the spectacle of each and every stroke, each plunge of the shaft, each breathy sigh from Kristie's lips.
Her expression however suddenly melted away, replaced by a look of surprise. Awestruck, she now ignored the faces. Deep inside her guts the hot throbbing worm of cock began to move and shimmy its way... FORWARD.
She'd thought that before when the cock when it had been down her throat it had all been some weird trick of her head. She'd told herself it hadn't possibly been inside her that far down her throat but now... it was well-up her insides; in fact, farther than she thought possible by her understanding of anatomy. That demonic cock was on the move; stretching in length and negotiating the switchback of her entrails with each new thrust from Karl's hips.
Thick as horse's dong, the devilish cockworm made its way up up UP inside Kristie's guts. Kristie's mind now was a fog of surprise mixed with heady lust as this THING in her bottom kept moving along. Her stomach suddenly seemed to ripple and churn as the demonic "THING-dong ding-dong," found its way inside, rooted around for an exit, and then found the passage up her esophagus. Wide-eyed Kristie now realized the cock-worm was in the lower portion of her chest cavity, and snaking its way on up.
How long had Karl's profane violation been going on with her? She didn't know. Time didn't mean anything for her now. Why wasn't she afraid? True, she was astonished but fear seemed to be absent in her mind; replaced only by the greedy selfish desire to be stabbed and skewered by cock. Cock from 'Karl the Impaler!' She chuckled wickedly as the little joke bubbled in her head while the cock wriggled its way on up her throat to the rear of her tongue.
"Breath through your nose and don't worry, you won't gag darling. I command it to be so!" Karl's mysterious 'everywhere and nowhere' voice dripped honey in the back of her mind. He was right. She didn't so much as shudder as her mouth was suddenly stuffed with cock from the back. Just as she'd been told, she relaxed and let her nostrils do the work.
The head of the wicked worm now pushed against the back of her teeth. Playfully she raked against the bizarre organ as she opened parted her lips. The penis emerged from her mouth, winking its one eye, dribbling and weeping precum profusely while Kristie's eye rolled wildly before the fucking mass of serpent-like voyeurs; each of them 'ooohing and ahhhing,' at the spectacle before them. Then just as quickly as it appeared, it receded back into the pouty orifice from whence it had come forth. With her mouth full of Karl's member, she heard his honey drip in her head bidding her to...
"Suck it Kristie, suck it hard. That's it... OOOH *shudder * just like that! Suck it you lovely whore!"
She did as told, rolling it around in her mouth, as if it were an enormous lolly, sucking it ever so greedily; intent on making Karl spew in mouth and spew buckets! Her free hand found her nipple; pulling at it like an eraser to the very limit of her pain threshold before doing the very same to the other. She found herself in a desperate attempt to quench this raging inferno in her core as her free hand attempted the same down below. It was then it all came together for her; the perverse buggery of her anus, the contents of her mouth, her hands frigging herself rotten, she came. It wasn't a meek little gasper either, OH NO!...SHE CAME LIKE THE GATES OF HELL ITSELF HAD BEEN THROWN OPEN!
Her scream was stifled; gagged by cock to be sure, but unmistakably it was a knee-shaker of a climax. Hot dew spilled freely down her thighs and calves, puddling on the floor as she shook her head violently and simply gave into it. Karl, seeing she was tossed in the storm of her climax now allowed himself sweet release.
A huge rush of hot seed filled her mouth, rushed in every direction possible; over her lips, down her throat, even out her nostrils as she attempted to gulp back the rush of jism, (a rush seeming to have no end)! The worm now began to retreat, back down her throat as she gasped for air. It kept spouting all the way; stopping for a moment to fill her gullet with briny ball batter from Karl's steaming hot loins. Back on down her entrails it went, spraying and spewing; coating her insides in a plaster of hot penile pudding.
Finally back in the warmth of Kristie's well-buggered bottom, Karl rowed a great stab at her hips; sending a firehose load of hot semen up her tail-pipe. Kristie gasped with joy and the crowd cheered and applauded. Pulling his wickedly curved member free from her gaping rectum, Karl inspected his handiwork; nodding with approval as his load ran over the rim of the shocked aperture like spilled cream.
Kristie still weak from the glorious full-body tremor, suddenly found herself pulled to the ground; lying in her own piddlegasm drippings with her legs high in the air. Karl was not done, oh no... just getting warmed up. He was upon her; that curved horn of a dong plowed its way up her twat as he rowed his hips deep inside her.
In her current state Kristie was more like a lusty pendulum than a human. She could literally sense herself swinging back into a state of shuddering climactic release. She rejoiced at each stab of that cock; drawing Karl's face to hers in a soulful greedy kiss.
His lips were not enough for her however, as now she ran her mouth up and down his chin and jaw while her fingers raked at his back. She could absolutely devour him now; her fevered mind expressing herself in the only way she could think of, with smooshing lips and thrashing hips in response to each stab of that rude hooked penis!
Orgasms hit her like ripples as the minutes ticked off. She'd grab his buttocks and scream at the ceiling as yet another would arrive; sending her legs shaking along with a gush of girlie dew down his balls and crack of her ass to accumulate in the growing puddle surrounding her. The puddle grew and spread, moving to the other men and women fucking to either side of them until their bodies as well smacked wetly in her shameful slut poolings.
She didn't care; neither did Karl. They could all wriggle like fish mating in a pool of her sex brine at low tide for all she cared. To her, there was only Karl and that massive plowing cock!
Karl now felt his eruption rising inside. A great tremor was spreading up from those meaty balls. He knew all too well what would come next. He lunged himself hard against her womb and in the same instant clamped his teeth at her throat.
Kristie felt the shock of the stab at her neck. It came hot sharp and electric. She felt no fear however, only supplication as she gave herself to the greatest orgasm yet; shuddering up and down her form as that cock as it jetted rope after rope of hot molten cum deep inside her!
For a moment Karl's head tossed back. His lungs let forth a plaintive sob of joy as those last dregs of his balls splashed inside Kristie. Below him lay his handiwork; two small puncture wounds along with a delicate trickle of blood. He roared through that last moment of release, then he collapsed atop her in profane triumph.
For the longest time he lay with her, tenderly caressing her face. Tears of joy streamed from both his and her eyes alike. The music, the club, the dancers, that humping fucking mass of sex; none of it existed for those two now. For both it seemed as though they were the only ones in the room. Finally Karl summoned the energy to speak,
"Come, more for you to know,"
Kristie didn't remember coming to her feet. She didn't remember finding her clothes. She didn't remember dressing or that a few of the naked throng along with Karl actually helped her dress. They'd witnessed a marvelous performance of sexual depravity and wished to help anyway they could; especially as Kristie would soon be one of their number.
No Kristie remembered very little, aside from now being outside the club with Karl as they walked away from the door arm in arm. Karl shot a glance over his shoulder and sent a waive back to the ever friendly and ever pale gaunt Otto, who nodded with a knowing smile and returned the gesture. They stepped back up the street together in the direction from where they'd come, heading off into the darkness and mist.
It had been a wild experience for her... that club; all heady and bohemian. Lots of people who weren't dancing were really "getting into each other," making out here n' there. Wait, making out?
Did she not see them having sex? No wait, that's not right, didn't she strip naked and fuck Karl to one side of the place amongst other hot fucking bodies? Wait, no that didn't happen.. it must have been something in her drink. Wait, she never had a drink.. but why was her head a fucking smoke screen haze?
Come to think of it, why did her neck hurt so much? She couldn't have been bitten by a mosquito but there were a pair of welts on her neck she could feel them plainly. Oh dear, she must have rubbed off the scabs because she clearly could see a bit of blood on her fingers when she touched the spots.
Nothing was right.. what was real, what was not real? Well at least Karl was here to walk her home, she'd sort this out in the morning, possibly her shellfish at the restaurant had been bad? She didn't wish to be sick in front of Karl. She now pulled against his arm in an effort to walk faster so she could hurry home and deal with this... possibly the flu?
Now as they step-step-stepped along there was something new and peculiar regarding her sensory perception. It felt as though with each step she was moving a bit higher with relation to the dark windows to either side on the street; as though walking up a gradual flight of stairs. The mist swirled and her head swirled with it. She gripped his arm and walked along deliberately until she stopped dead cold from the shock. She was standing with Karl; in thin air, about five feet from the pavement below!
She shrieked and stumbled, all while holding onto Karl's bicep and forearm in a mad death grip. Oddly enough, she did not fall. It was as if she were standing on solid ground but she clearly saw nothing was holding her up... save Karl. She turned to him, her eyes now big as saucers.
"Still don't believe?" he asked with a wry smile, having scrolled through her thoughts like light reading.
He now wrapped her waist with a strong arm and threw her arm over his shoulder. Turning to the terrified Kristie and with confidence he reassuringly told her,
"Come!"
The ground rushed away from their feet. Foggy night air roared past their faces like a great blast from a wind-tunnel. Rooftops flew past them and receded further and further into the distance below as they ascended skyward. Lights of the city below and the headlamps of traffic now moved far below them as the moved out across the city. They were flying.
Kristie's mind was ablaze with the sensation of awe. Her eyes flitted wildly as she observed the world recede into the very small and distant down while she and Karl continued on a path that was distinctly up and forward. Her mouth attempted to form the words,
"HOW...?"
"How can I do this?" Karl replied, "Well, its quite complicated and quite simple at the same time, but I assure you... everything you've been telling yourself that was not real... is quite real indeed!"
Her hand felt her neck. She touched the puncture marks. A look of shock and realization passed over her face.
"You're a vampire!" her words competing with the howl of oncoming wind.
"I prefer the word Nosferatu but yes," he replied, " the term you used is crudely accurate."
"Undead?" she asked with a note of disbelief and trepidation.
"Old term," he countered, "and I would again prefer living impaired. Its less pejorative. Carries less stigma,"
"Please," she replied, "don't hurt me! Just take me home and I swear I'll..."
"You'll do what? Not say anything? Kristie, all I need do is look into your eyes and I will make it so you remember none of this, oh and as for hurting you, you needn't worry. I intend you no harm. In fact I am taking you home as we speak. Look!"
He pointed out and down ahead of them. There was her neighborhood coming clearly into view. Just as quickly as she recognized the streets and buildings, they were softly descending out of the night sky, down down down to the tops of the buildings and then down below to the streets. They touched down as easily as if they'd stepped from a mall escalator and then stood on the pavement half a block from Kristie's apartment.
She wobbled uneasily on her legs, not knowing now what to believe and yet having to believe that which had just transpired. He could see she was still on the fence concerning the reality of it all. Understandable really, this was not a garden variety date by any stretch, and he rarely took any of his conquests flying with him. No, she was different indeed. She deserved consideration.
He had an idea.
"Come," he said, "why didn't I think of this before? There's one more thing I need to show you and then if you chose not to believe, then don't. I simply ... wanted to date you. You can go home after I erase your memory of tonight and we'll go our separate ways. I won't trouble you again."
She couldn't believe herself but she was walking with him. She was insane, she had to be... only thing could explain this. But she was walking with him still.
"Come," he said half turning, "it's alright."
"You wanted to date me?" she said stepping alongside him, not sure if this was a dream that she'd need to just wake up from and stop eating shit pizza and leftover Thai takeout too close to bed.
"And fuck you," he corrected matter of factly, "I've wanted to fuck you silly for some time. I gathered that from your jill-off sessions in the ladies' room that you were sexually active and I,"
"Wait," she said as she stepped quickly alongside to get in front and stop him as they reached the opposite side of the street at a location further down the block from her apartment, "you were watching me do... do the.... the stuff in the bathroom stall? Fucking serious? Ewwwwwww!"
She now had that look of a furious girl under five five who suddenly tries to look mad as hell but only manages to pull off "Care Bear cute" with a frowny face. It didn't matter she was standing before an undead fellow possessing combined strength of around fifteen men. She had half a mind to fucking deck him!
"Now look," he said raising his hands and eyebrows, "I knew I was wrong but I was intrigued by you and one night when you snuck off to the toilet down the hall, I distinctly heard you cry out and then whisper Karl Karl KARL under your breath?"
"Wait, you could HEAR?"
"Well, yeah... it's like I hear, smell, see everything much better than you and everyone else like you. It's a bit of a hassle for me to be up in the day and for me to even be outside in the day, not because the sun would destroy my body... that's a load of bunk told by theologians. It's because during the day you constantly hear and notice everything... it's harder to tune it all out. Like being constantly plugged in to everything occurring in the world. It saps your strength and weakens you to the point where your senses and abilities are the same as any normal human."
As his last bits of explanation unfolded in her head she realized something else. That flitting shadow at the corner of her vision when she was beating her clit senseless... that had been...
"YOU WERE IN THE STALL WITH ME? WATCHING ME TOUCH MYSELF?"
He smiled. He also looked cute. She bit her lip, made the angriest fucking face she could twist across her lips jaw and nose... and punched him in the fucking chest as her scowl melted into a fucking smirk; the blow landing as harmlessly as if she'd smacked a yoga-matt.
Shit motherfucker was built!
"Okay," he pleaded, "now will you come on?"
They continued down the street passing a multiple businesses closed for the night. They passed the drugstore. They passed the Post Office which was boarded up after a new one had been built as part of the city consolidation effort of the mail service. Then then came to the old church.
The church was old as the city itself. It stood tall and stony in stark contrast to the more modern buildings around it, quaint and crooked with its old fashioned cemetery of hallowed ground surrounding it. It was abandoned and dark, a thing of a bygone era and one more casualty of an ever growing secular society, forgotten and yet with historical significance. Some of the earliest citizens of the city were buried right here on these grounds, their stones solemn testaments to the lives they'd lived.
"Come," he told her as he led her around to a set of side steps going down. He grasped an ancient looking door knob and with deep concentration, moved the lock and bolt with his mind. He also gave it a little shake with his hand as there was a trick to this, he'd seen from a local caretaker.
"This isn't exactly legal?" she asked.
"You a cop?" he replied as he pulled the door open and ushered her inside after flicking on a hall light.
"That joke is lame... hey, the lights still work in this place?" she asked.
"I have other talents," he explained, "in my life back in the old country I was an electrician when the science of it all was still in its infancy."
He led her down a corridor. Then they ascended a spiral staircase with another flick of a light switch. The stairs ran round a full circle downward and stopped deep in the bowels of the church.
Karl threw a switch at another box and still more lights illuminated in the vastness of an immense room with an arched dome for a ceiling. The place smelled of wet and mold. Kristie could immediately see the shapes of elongated rectangular vaults lying on the floor, like oversized stone refrigerators resting on their sides running off in all directions and a few anti chambers to either side of the space. It took her only a half second to put it all together, they were in the crypt.
At one end of the chamber Kristie noticed a vault that was in disarray. Well... not exactly disarray, to be more accurate... the lid was off and pushed to one side. Karl saw her eyes and decided to answer the question in her head,
"Yeah, it's mine."
They walked closer. After coming to a couple of paces away Kristie could see down inside. The coffin below was open with the lid up, ruffled white fabric and a solitary pillow clearly visible. Strangely enough, Kristie noticed its interior size straight away. It didn't look like any coffins she'd ever seen at the funerals she'd attended.
"Isn't that a bit, spacious for a casket?" she asked.
"I'm undead," he replied, "I didn't say I had to exist humbly,"
"You sleep here?"
"I do," he admitted, "unless there is reason for me to be out during the day. That's few and far between lately."
"And I assume you are older than you look? You said you lived in the early last century?"
"That's correct, problem with older men?"
"Not when they look like you," she replied back before adding,
"...and have your erectile function!"
Something else was gnawing at her, the fact he'd gnawed upon her neck. She touched her bite marks. Her facial expression changed to worry.
"Ermmm another question,"
"Yes?"
"You bit me?"
"I did," he replied.
"So, won't I die or become like you?"
"You won't die because I only took a very little," he replied, "its like bats in South America taking only what they need to survive. The cattle live. It ensures future meals. The others in that club might not be so scrupulous however... they are as gluttonous with their food as they are about their sex. They don't know when to quit.. which was why I made it clear to them you were indeed mine tonight. One reason why I re-directed that homeless man earlier and sent him to his aunt's, (those individuals in the club and those out on the street would have made a finger sandwich of the poor devil)."
She listened in shock at the realization of how close she'd come to being consumed by those beautiful cursed fiends, all wriggling and humping one another on the club's floor. It had all been very real... and had all been REAL CLOSE! If Karl had not been there... she put it out of her head and allowed to him continue,
"As for you becoming like me, that would only occur should you take in my own blood. I mean there is always a risk, but the fact that you did not drink any of my blood puts the odds in your favor of not becoming like myself."
That was a relief. She wasn't going to sprout fangs or "transform" after what had just occurred, not yet anyhow. She was luck it was he that had seduced her and not another. This really had been all a shock; what she'd seen, what she'd experienced, (and what had almost happened). It was so much for her to process and..
