She was beautiful when she blushed. He enjoyed putting that red glow on her face. He very much would like to see how far that blush traveled.
He grinned.
"How's the meal? Do you like it Sarah?"
"Very much. It's delicious." She still would not look directly at him. She ate slowly, keeping her eyes on the couples at the other tables.
At least she and Rick hadn't been tossed out for lewd behavior. It seems the partygoers were all of a like mind. Vivacious, outgoing, exhibitionists. 'Exhibitionists,' that's a word she recently googled. The thought of how she had researched some alternative... umm... sexual interests, brought her face back to flaming red again. Damn it.
She never thought she would have a use for that word. Tonight was an earth shattering introduction into a world she'd only dreamed of. She beheld her love in a whole new light.
The ice was melting. Sliding down her thighs. Discreetly as possible she slipped a couple of linen napkins beneath the table and between her legs.
Seeing her pleasuring herself... Mmm. Rick rubbed his now burgeoning cock. The drug was amazing.
"Dessert?" Rick asked as the waiters moved around the tables with elaborate dishes of pastries, cakes and ice cream masterpieces.
Sarah eyed them with a new interest. Ice... ice cream!?! Hmm... too messy, but 'Oh what a wicked idea.'
She smiled and shook her head.
'No.'
Rick noticed everything about her. He even thought he knew what she was thinking. He was having the same thoughts, he would swear to it. And... remember the ice cream for later.
He slipped his hand beneath the table and slid it between her hot sexy little legs. She opened them immediately for him. Good, she was obeying his silent commands now as well as his verbal.
He moved aside the fine cloth napkins and slid two fingers inside her still hot, very wet pussy. Deeper and even deeper till he heard her moan. He pulled them out and circled them around her sensitive clit.
Her leg muscles clinched but she held them open. Her hips bucked. A couple more dips into her honeyed hole and he pulled away.
Her whole body seemed to shudder.
Pulling his fingers from beneath the table he held them up for her. Waiting till she opened her eyes, watching as they rounded big in her face, staring intently at his cum soaked digits...
She licked her lips.
It was so easy to give her what she wanted. It's what he wanted too.
He pressed his fingers against her lips and slid them inside as she opened to him. In stunned silence he watched as her eyes rolled back and closed. She proceeded to lick and suck his fingers completely clean.
This was going better than he had even imagined it might would.
He was defiantly not letting this girl get away. One more thing he wanted to find out and he was taking her home to a proposal.
She obviously loved everything he was offering her. She was trainable and willing. She was beautiful and wanton. The perfect wife to make a slut out of. A personal slut. His wife! His slut!
The party was heating up. People moved back onto the dance floor. Fog machines rolled again. Eerie sounds and music filled the room. Lights flashed lightening in the dimly lit red glow.
Skeletal servants appeared carrying small wooden replica treasure chests among the guests. They also set up next to tombstones and tables.
A single occupancy mausoleum rolled into the room being pushed by two vampiric looking men. They slid the top laboriously to one side and a pale woman climbed out looking confused.
The vampires grabbed her and held her as the surrounding skellies pushed the mausoleum closed again.
Sarah leaned forward trying to see what came next. With this group anything goes it would seem.
The woman they held was scantily dressed in something that looked like she had been buried in it centuries ago. Her flesh pale, her breasts nearly exposed. Her black hair wild and curly about her shoulders. She was a beautiful specimen of womanhood.
Sarah gulped slowly as her eyes were captivated with the wildly undulating struggling woman. She felt her nipples harden as she noticed the woman's were large and rigid also. She was practically drooling, oh my god, and her pussy was creaming at the sight.
"Umm... Rick?"
"Yes, Sarah?" he asked as he turned his whole focus on her. How lovely... she was blushing again.
"I...is...is that woman... umm... unwilling?" she stuttered out quietly. She kept her eyes down as she asked.
She didn't want him to see how erotically this was affecting her. But you'd think she would have learned by now. Damn.
He lifted her chin once again. Looking deeply into her eyes and reading her perfectly. Then he smiled. She was a lovely shade of pink.
"Pet, no one here does anything they don't want to do. Everyone here is here because this is a safe, sane and consensual setting. What they are about to do is a play session for everyone to observe. They all adhere to the SSC and YMMV attitudes."
He studied her expression. It would seem she understood the acronyms. That could be very interesting. If she had been looking into the world of D/s then he was by far the luckiest man alive.
"Did you have an interest in putting on a play for them, my pet?" he teased her with a wink.
Sarah quickly shook her head in the negative, but her eyes glazed over in the affirmative. Rick chuckled.
The whole event had moved on and now the woman was being held spread eagle on the tomb.
A special black leather chest was brought out and opened by the seeming head of the two vamps. An ebony short cat of nine appeared from the recesses of the chest. The tall male vampire grinned and caressed it against his palm.
The woman was shaking all over. She looked excited rather than frightened.
A lady dressed like a kitten slipped a leather strap beneath the raven haired woman's chin and pulled it taunt. This brought her breasts into prominence. The vampire man drew back the whip and snapped it firmly across the woman's erect nipples. She moaned and a rip appeared in her dress.
A hard nipple peeked out.
The whole room took in a collective breath.
The whip fell again. The woman groaned and squirmed deliciously on the tomb. More of her dress fell away.
The entire room groaned with her.
Other vampires drew near the scene. With the next strike she screamed. Hands and fingers tore at her clothing, ripping it from her body.
Her breasts were red and tipped with rock hard nips. Her inner thighs were wet and covered in her own hot juices.
The room cheered them on.
Sarah was gripping the table edge hard. Her nipples aching. Her cunt burning. Her tummy churning. Rick bit back the urge to toss Sarah on the curved seat of their booth and fuck her to death and back again.
"Imaging that being done to you, baby girl?" he whispered instead.
Sarah nodded her head yes and gulped again. She didn't even seem to know she was answering him. He laughed quietly again.
Vamps on both sides began licking and suckling the raven haired beauty's obviously abused tits. Then the toys came out of the box.
The head Vampire moved in at the foot of the crypt and raised his arm again. The only sound in the room was the suckling and moaning from the three involved. The woman was totally unaware of her next peril.
The whip sizzled through the air and "Wack" right on the woman's open pussy. When she opened her mouth to scream someone obligingly filled the opening with a large dildo.
Gagging she accepted the new invasion. The welder obliged her by pumping it slowly in and out.
The whip fell again. "Wack!"
She groaned and squirmed. A new toy was added. Someone holding a slim vibrating finger dipped it in her pussy then slid it fully inside her ass.
She immediately began bucking into the finger as it entered. Then it was turned on.
The cunt juices were flooding out of her now. So the next tool went in easily. A huge black life like penis dildo buried itself deep inside her pussy. With the help of still others it fucked her aggressively.
Then the piece to please any slut, a clit rocking personal massager. It struck her clit and her body clinched, bucked, rocked, arched and exploded.
Wave after wave of tremors were obvious from anywhere in the room. The men standing nearest to her jerked off their cocks, coating her already slick sweating body with a medley of cream coatings.
It was... magnificent!
Sarah sat back in her seat panting. She was cross-eyed with desire. Beyond reason she wanted to be fucked right away. Right here. Right now! By Rick.
The spotlight off the scene now seemed to waver about the room.
There was a rousing amount of cheers and wolf whistles from the guests.
Then the room took on a deeper shade of red and an announcer spoke.
"Now my friends and guests, we have the distinct pleasure of a scene from one of the Masters of Dominance." The spotlight slowly panned over and stopped on top of Rick and Sarah.
Sarah found it hard to breath. Surely not! She shot a glazed look at Rick. He was standing, smiling and holding out his hand to her. In a daze she took it and rose beside him.
He leaned over her and whispered in her ear to 'just breathe deeply'. In and out, in and out, in and... oh my god. That thought didn't help. She followed him in blind trust as he led her through the crowded dance floor.
She kept telling herself in a dreamlike trance, 'this is not happening'.
The announcer bowed to Rick and swept out his arm in introduction.
"Count Dracula!"
Rick took over. A throne chair had been situated near the coffin Sarah had seen earlier. He led her to it and took a seat. She had no idea what to do so she stood waiting and submissive.
He indicated a spot beside his legs.
"On your knees, pet" he gave the order. She obeyed without question. Her raging lust demanded her compliance. She needed a good Fuck! Anything for a good fuck. Anything to please Rick.
He pulled her forward over his knees and pinned her with his right arm.
'Do you consent, my pet?' he whispered in her ear.
