Short Description: A transsexual female vampire with a big cock is yearning for a way to give her average-sized male lover the only thing she can't give him: a real pussy. "Shallow. Hollow. Broken. I hated my body and this massive cock you women love so much. I hated myself. All I wanted to be was a woman."
***
Like any good girl, I'm sitting on my knees facing the two erected dicks pointing at me from an elevated position. I've never been a stranger to various kinks or positions, but this time there is something peculiar about the whole situation that excites me in ways that I never thought would be possible.
One of the dicks, the smaller one, around 5 inches long and with an upward curve, belongs to a short, ordinary-looking man with a dad bod. At first glance, he looks nothing special at all, but the way he sits there completely naked with his legs wide open on those fur-covered marble steps below the throne is like he owns the fucking place and every one of us present in the room.
The other dick, 9 inches long, thick as a can of Pepsi, with steep, bulging veins around the shaft and a plump tip belongs to her - a tall and lean trans woman with silver long hair, crimson red lips, and piercing green eyes.
She sits on the man's right knee, her right hand on his chest, and her left arm around his neck. In exchange, he has his left hand resting on his left thigh and his right arm wrapped around her upper body, squishing her pear-sized right boob with his forearm and groping her left boob with his full palm, while wedging her nipple in between his middle and ring finger.
The two are engrossed in sloppy and loud tongue kisses as I obediently lay in my spot watching them from a short distance with a dripping wet, tingling pussy and rock-hard nipples. I want to touch myself so bad, but I'm not allowed to yet. And that makes me impatient. I'm constantly shifting my weight and fidgeting on my knees.
Just when I was about to feel like I couldn't take it anymore, the sloppy kissing sounds stopped, and the man's gaze fell over me. The woman's green eyes soon followed his gaze, like her body, mind, and heart usually do.
Very often, I get the feeling that she wouldn't even look at me if it wasn't for him. To someone like her, a mere mortal is just a boring existence. But not him, of course. For reasons only she knows, he seems to be her whole world.
After a few moments of silence, in a strong yet strangely soothing voice, the man speaks to me, "Fine. You've earned it. I will allow you to taste what's mine. Here. Put this on!"
Without realizing it, I rush to grab the black choker he threw at me and put it around my neck. Seeing his pleased expression and her amused smile revealing a shiny pair of sharp, white fangs, both my face and movement must have betrayed my dripping excitement.
Oh, God, I have completely given in to these fiends! And the worst part of it is that I don't think I'll ever go back to how things were before.
"If you want this, crawl your way up to me," the man said, after releasing her boob and grabbing her big cock with the same right hand, flinching it and pointing its fleshy tip at me.
I felt every ounce of sanity leave my brain as I did exactly what I was told. I crawled the stairs up to him, then opened my mouth wide. Tongue out, feeling my saliva dripping, I stuffed my face into her cock, feeling the pulpy tip and the veiny shaft pass my lips and make their way down my throat.
This dick is more than a mouthful! Just thinking about it is enough to get me excited, even though it's quite a challenge to take it all in. But that never stops him from making me struggle. "All the way down," he says while grabbing my hair with his left hand and shoving her dick further down my throat with his right hand.
"Now, I'll allow you to touch yourself," he adds before he lightly taps my pussy with the back of his left foot from his sitting position. This spontaneous action, coupled with the erotic sound of my wet pussy being slapped silly, sparked a webbing, electrifying orgasm that deeply spread all over my body and sank into the back of my head.
I choke on her dick and grab at my crotch with both hands as my back gets bent and twisted in a strange shape due to the sudden convulsion of pleasure.
I feel my mind going blank, and my thoughts are cut short. Forgive me... master.... for being so shallow.
Something inside me has been forever broken.
***
My most rewarding punishment began with an honest indiscretion.
A few days before Halloween, I went shopping, looking for the right Halloween costume. You know, something barely scary but slutty and revealing. A pathetic excuse for me to display my kinky fetishes during the holidays, hehe.
That's how I came across this gorgeous-looking girl staring at a skull-shaped ring in the themed section of our local store.
There was something about her that made her stand out and enticed my bisexual tendencies to flare up. Her beauty, gracious movements, and otherworldly presence made me both jealous and excited to discover more about her.
"There are much better accessories than those on the other lane," I said while approaching her. "I can show you if you wish."
She turned her silver head in my direction, gave me a short glance, and went back to shuffling through the skull rings without saying a word. I was ignored.
That hurt my ego and placed me in an awkward position of not knowing where to go from there. But just as I was about to quietly make my awkward exit, she finally chose a skull ring and looked at me.
"Do you think this one... will look sexy on him?" She said, holding the ring in the air and then pointing it at some random man who was browsing through the displayed items further down the lane. Why that guy? Out of all the people frolicking in the store, why did she point at him?
"Him? Pfff, that's very unlikely. With his short and ugly build, I'm afraid not even cosmetic surgery would help him," I blurted out while trying to suppress a fake laughter.
I don't even know why I said that, but I did. Maybe it was my petty way of nursing back my ego by putting someone else down after seeing she was not even remotely interested in me. How was I about to know a few stupid words could cost me my life?
"What did you say!? You unworthy, foul creature... Your existence is pointless, so I shall..."
At that moment, I felt her green eyes stabbing through my chest, like a dagger. A massive headache took over my mind, and I started to suffocate. Even hallucinating, maybe. 'Cause I could swear I saw a pair of vampire-like fangs protruding out of her mouth.
Vampires do not exist. Get a hold of yourself, girl! I tried to calm myself, even if that meant denying reality.
"Vitoria!" Just when I was about to come to terms with my imminent death, a male voice cut through the chilling tension, and her murderous look turned into the most loving and affectionate expression I had ever seen.
"Yes!" She turned her back on me and headed towards the average-looking man from earlier. As soon as she did, the threatening pressure she was slowly killing me with faded away.
I coughed before catching my breath as I felt my ears ringing.
"Your value to me is less than this skull ring. Hardly any embellishment. An easy-to-replace toy, maybe. Remember that the next time we meet!" These words were spoken directly into my mind, and that made me shudder.
***
I half-opened my eyes, yawning, but as soon as I tried to stretch out my hands, I heard the metallic sound of the short chains bounding my hands and feet to a solid wood dining table.
That jolted me awake. What the heck is going on?
Looking around, I realized I was inside one of those rustic dining halls with a big and long square table you could only find in a medieval castle. And there I was, completely naked and chained right on that very same table, near one of its edges.
I tried to scream for help or even ask where I was and who did this to me, but for some reason, my voice wouldn't come out.
"Fufufufu, I would have cut out your tongue for what you said before. But you're lucky you can put it to good use." The silver-haired woman I met a day before approached the table I was bound to.
Her vampire fangs were not the only things on display. She too was completely naked, and instead of the expected lady parts, an enormous half-erected cock dangled between her legs as she walked.
She climbed on the table and forcefully shoved the side of my face onto the cold, wooden table with her slender fingers while lowering herself on top of me, laying her massive cock on top of my stomach, pressing her breasts against my own.
"Before you can speak and ask for forgiveness, you have to learn your place," she whispered into my ear.
Scared, but slightly aroused by the weight of her cock and breasts, I took a big gulp of saliva, feeling her hot breath tickling the side of my neck.
She straightened her posture by raising her upper body and bending her legs in a lower kneeling position over me, with her big cock still resting on my belly.
"Do you like what you see?" She said as I just couldn't take my eyes off her cock. "I know sluts like you. You act all high and mighty, but once you get pumped and filled to the brim with cock, you're fast on the uptake, learning humility. Unfortunately for you, this cock and everything of me belong to someone else. So, you have to earn his approval." She added.
I tried to rebuke her, but once again, my voice wouldn't come out. She got off the table and smiled. She grabbed my legs with her hands and forcefully opened them as wide as the metallic chain allowed her to, exposing my bare and defenseless pussy.
Strangely, my labia trembled in anticipation. What now? Would she eat me out? The expectation was killing me.
As she inched her face towards my crotch, I felt a sharp pain on my inner thigh. She was sucking my blood.
"Your beauty is a sin..." A male voice resonated across the room, and all of a sudden, the average man from the store appeared next to the table, right above my head, fully naked and donning his small boner.
