I had no reason to suspect she was a vampire. Even if I had been one to believe in the supernatural, I would not have believed it of her. I mean, yes, Elise had that perfection of youth, her body lithe and toned, her skin flawless, her breasts round and full, succulent and perky. She had no signs of age, no wrinkles at all, just effortless beauty and dark, intelligent eyes.
Certainly she had no fangs. When we kissed on the dance floor, and again outside, and still more in the taxi and of course as I guided her to my bed, her tongue was in my mouth, exploring, and mine likewise in hers. She had no fangs. There was no drinking of blood. No puncture mark in my neck to be dismissed as a love bite the following morning.
There was no drinking of blood. There was only kissing, as if we could devour each other entirely that way. I kissed her mouth, her chin, her neck, her breasts - oh, what sweet perfection they were! - and would have progressed lower to kiss between her parted thighs to taste that sweet fount of pleasure...
But instead it was Elise who insisted on wrapping her soft, cool lips about my achingly hard cock, adoring it, her tongue exciting me with consummate skill. Here, unquestioningly, was a woman who loved giving blowjobs. Where past girlfriends had been reluctant and squeamish, Elise was fearless, taking me repeatedly into her tight throat, an exquisite new experience for me.
"Fuck that's amazing," I said repeatedly, my hands coiling lovingly through Elise's black curls. I was soon sure I would come, but must have teetered on the edge of that precipice for an hour or more, both wanting to finish and fearing to. The blissful sensation of her mouth and throat and tongue, my aching desire for her, my hard cock thrusting again and again between her lips, I wanted it to last forever.
Until I could stand it no longer. I held her head tightly in place, my cock embedded deep in her throat as I came at last, unable to think beyond my need to empty my balls deep inside her, every fierce convulsion of my cock seeming to use the whole strength of my body, again and again, more intense than any orgasm I had experienced before. Unable to relax my grip on her until the peak was well past, the intensity diminishing, the dawning realisation that Elise could not breathe while I stuffed her throat with my hard, pulsing cock.
She took a great breath as she pulled away, but continued to suck on my cock with obvious pleasure. "Thank you," I whispered, overwhelmed, exhausted.
"No, thank you," she said with a sly grin, and licked up a last drop of cum. I was still, amazingly, hard as Elise pressed her breasts about my shaft so that just the head of it was visible. "What do you want next?" she asked. "My tits? Or my pussy?"
Her pussy, of course, but the sight of her tits pressed about my cock... Perfect tits. Round, and smooth, and soft, my cock nestled between them... Elise's adoring face so seductive above them. I wanted to fuck her properly, but I wanted this as well. I wanted everything she could give me. Her mouth, her tits, her cunt, her ass. I wanted to claim every part of her. I wanted to press my cock against the entrance to her womb as my fertile cum burst out into her.
No other woman had ever excited me so. Elise held her tits together, lifted as if in offering, as I fucked the vale between them. She teased her thick succulent nipples with fingertips as, again and again, my cock thrust up into view; and above this visual penetration, her dark, bewitching eyes staring up into mine.
I ached for more, though. I pushed her down onto her hands and knees and took her roughly from behind. Her cunt was both gorgeously wet and exquisitely tight. I rammed my cock into her, hard and deep, forcing a loud cry of pleasure from her. The grip of her vaginal muscles was fierce, intensifying every sensation of that intimate flesh against my invading length.
"Harder!" she screamed. "Faster!"