Page 20 of Sanguineous Fiend
I take the flirting to the next level and let him know that I’m wanting quite a bit of things. He just doesn’t know how bad it really is to take me back to his room. He leans in so that his mouth is pressed against my ear so only I can hear him.
“Come back to my room and let me eat that beautiful pussy for you. I promise it will be worth it.”
And he is mine. This man is as simple as the rest. Gives into his basest of urges and the death that will follow because of that is their fault. I find it amazing how easily a man can fall to a woman.
“Only if you are good at it.”
He leans back and smiles at me with this wicked glint in his eye.
“Oh, I’m better than good.”
He stands and holds his arm out to me. I down the rest of my drink and stand up slowly. Wrapping my arm around his, he leads me from the bar and out into the hotel lobby. There are far more high end hotels with bars in this city than I realized. This is not as fancy as the last one, but still for the rich.
Golden colors are the theme for many of them. Along with marble. I guess because it screams money to most people. To me, it’s just boring. So I ignore most of the place as we take the elevator to the third floor. Exiting into the hallway, he leads me toward his room. Opening the door with his keycard, he allows me to enter ahead of him before following me inside.
It’s a normal room. Large king size bed with a desk on one side and a chair next to the window. Bennet moves around me as I study the room with interest. Waiting for him to make a move.
He drops stuff from his pockets onto the dresser, and I freeze. A cop badge lands on the wooden top and the gold catches my eye in the dim light. Shit! He’s a fucking cop. I can’t kill him. I would drag them right to my doorstep. Looks like tonight will end a lot differently than I planned.
I drop my purse onto the dresser and then move over to the chair to take a seat while I wait for this man to figure out his next move. It doesn’t take long and his shirt comes off. He has nice muscles. His body moves with practiced ease.
A cop. I don’t have much choice in the way tonight has turned out. I have to fuck him, or at least let him eat my pussy. He has his pants unbuttoned, and they lie low on his hips. I can see the trail of hair as it leads into the edge of his underwear and disappears. My nerves skyrocket and I lick my lips to wet them.
I’m not worried. I’ve fucked plenty of men over my life, but I much rather be with women. I’m a cam girl, for fuck’s sake. I can do this. I can make sure that this is a performance of a lifetime. I need to get out of this and not in handcuffs.
I cross my legs and wait for him to stop in front of me. He drops to his knees and then his hands are on me. Running up my legs beneath my dress, and pulling them apart so he can rub along my thighs. He lifts my dress as he goes. Simple and yet sexy. He knows what he’s doing. He knows his way around a woman’s body.
I watch and wait as he leans down and kisses my thigh. I don’t move as he climbs higher. Licking his way toward my center. His hands find my hips and he tugs me lower in the chair so he has access to my pussy. His mouth covers my clit, and he licks my entire center. He has skills.
His tongue swirling my pussy and clit with such precision. My fingers itch to slit his throat, but I left my knife over on the dresser just so I’m not tempted to do it. I can’t kill a damn cop. I would never get away with that, no matter how hard I tried. They would put every single man, woman, and dog on my trail faster than I could sneeze. So I sit back and enjoy it as he takes his time eating my pussy.
Even if the blood calls to me, I can’t let my urges win tonight.
His mouth is skilled, and he eats pussy like a starving man. The orgasm curls inside of my very core as he works me higher. He doesn’t even need his fingers and I’m almost ready to cum for him.
I haven’t been with a man that could eat pussy this fucking good before, so when I sink further into the chair and grip his hair in my fingers, I can’t help but to fuck his tongue a little more enthusiastically. It feels too damn good to stop now. Who knew a cop could eat pussy so well?
I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me. Everything within me feels like it’s tight and overly strung, and then it just relaxes completely. My pussy coats his face and beard in my release, and I shiver against his tongue as he licks me clean.
He doesn’t stop or pull back as he takes every drop of me inside of himself. A cop just ate my pussy and then cleaned me up afterward. What has my life become? That I’m here in this hotel room with this man… cumming all over his face… that I’m not able to bask in his blood.
I need serious help and yet I can’t decide exactly what help I need. Help to stop what I’ve been doing? Help with continuing my little obsession? Maybe I just can’t decide because I don’t know my damn self. Tonight is nothing like I’d hoped, but there are always other nights.
Isend Scarlett a text to meet me at the hotel at nine. I needed to see her. I had to taste her. Because it’s been a fucked up week and she is what I’ve thought about all week. Not a single chance to kill anyone has made an appearance this week.
Undercover cops have swarmed the bars in droves, so I’ve had to pivot and come up with another plan. A plan that doesn’t get me caught. It’s taken a lot longer to figure something out, so now I am desperate for both blood and sex. Scarlett can give me what I need. I can fuck her senseless and make sure at least one of my cravings is dealt with.
I may be an addict. Pussy and blood. Both equally give me the high I seek. The euphoric sensation that fills every fiber of my being for a short period of time. This is why addicts die. They get so obsessed with this feeling that they chase it until they die. That’s me currently. Chasing that emotion until I perish.
Scarlett is that high. She calls me Daddy. She listens to everything I say and then does it without hesitation. She takes what I give. She’s my high.
So when she responds with aYes, Daddy,I smile and gather all of my favorite toys into my bag to take with me. I didn’t bother with clothes, other than something to wear there and then something to wear home the next morning. I slide the harness over my legs and tighten it at the sides of my hips. I place the dick through the center and it hangs down slightly from the weight of it. Slipping my boxers over the strap to hold it down in place and then sliding my sweats on.
I will fuck her so hard all over the hotel room tonight that she won’t be able to walk. If she can then I didn’t do it right. I gather the rest of my stuff and pull my hoodie on over my tank top.
It’s currently seven and I want to hurry so I can make it there before she can get to the hotel. I booked the room this morning so no need to check in. I grab my stuff and head for the kitchen and the garage. Tossing my bag into the passenger seat.
I light a cigarette before opening the door with a push of the button and backing out. I need tonight. This will help satiate my lust. At least I hope it fucking does.
