Vampire Mistresses From Hell: janet's Story

Mike came sliding up to janet, a silly grin on his face, a drink in his hand that he offered to her as a peace offering. "You're not too upset with me, are you?" he asked handing the bottle of beer over to her.

"You're asking if I'm upset that you contrived to get me to spread my legs for you just so you could win a sweepstake with your mates to see who could fuck me first? Now, why should I be upset about a silly little thing like that?" she asked him back while stretching out a hand and taking the bottle of beer from him. "Thanks for the drink - I guess that I'm staying up a bit longer then, am I?"

Mike looked down at his boots and shuffled his feet a little. "Well, if you put it into those terms it doesn't sound too good, does it?" he replied totally ignoring the second part of janet's little speech.

"No, it bloody well doesn't, does it," agreed janet as she swigged some of the cold lager.

Aware that several of the bikers in the room were watching him carefully while pretending not to be even interested in what was going on between their friend and the only female member of the Dirty Dicks, Mike pressed on. "But that wasn't the only reason I wanted to... er..." he ground to a halt wondering just how to finish the sentence off without being either crude or insulting.

janet had no such inhibitions. "To fuck me?" she suggested bluntly.

"Well, yes... but I wanted to put in in rather smoother terms..."

"How very gallant of you. And just how graphic did your description of our coupling get when you were boasting of your conquest to these voyagers?" she pumped the now fidgeting man.

"Erm... look, I'm just trying to say sorry, okay?" he muttered turning away.

"So, don't you want to do it again?" she challenged him, a glint in her eye.

A small upturn appeared at the corner of Mike's lips as he swung back to face her again. "Do you mean that or are you just teasing?" he asked wondering if her was about to be let down badly.

Raising her voice so that the whole room could hear, janet addressed the group. "Just listen up everyone! Mike the Bike here is coming back to my room with me to spend the night during which time I'm expecting to be fucked by him in at least three different positions and to cum at least five times. Is that alright with everyone here?"

Following a stunned silence, the bikers, to a man, lifted their drinks and saluted the pair before breaking out in a mixture of hoots of laughter and cheers. Blushing slightly, Mike raised and lowered his eyebrows a few times before bodily sweeping janet off her feet and carrying her to the door. "Night all, you sorry, lonely bastards," he called out to his mates over his shoulder.

Upon reaching janet's door, Mike was forced to put the slut down as she had the key in her pocket but once they were inside and the door shut again, Mike wasted no time in stripping off his gear. "Are you sure that you're up to a rerun so soon after our last coupling?" teased janet from the bed were she was already laying dressed only in her T-shirt and thong.

"I'm not sure," he replied with a grin. "Shall we find out?"

"Yes, let's," she smirked, reaching out a hand and gently pulling him towards her by his cock which, after pulling herself upright n the bed, she swiftly encased with her lips.

"Holy mother!" Mike spluttered. "You're an eager bitch!" but all she could do was to nodded in agreement and begin to suck...

Pulling off her T-shirt, janet flashed her nipple rings at her lover for the night, knowing fully well how he was attracted by them. "Can I... touch?" he asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him.

"Yes, but be careful - they're still incredibly sensitive..."

With surprising gentleness for a man with hands the size that Mike's were, he cupped her left breast in one hand while the fingers of the other lifted the ring up. Smiling nervously, janet tried to reassure him that this was fine but Mike didn't want to hurt the babe, nor to spoil his long term chances with her so he reluctantly released his grip. "One day I'm going to attach a chain between them and lead you a merry dance with it!" he threatened her.

"Oh, you're soooooo Masterful..." she cooed.

Pushing her back onto the bed by her shoulders, Mike grinned evilly at her then gave his best stage-villain laugh. "And you'd better believe tit..."

"Was that a Freudian slip?" she asked, innocently.

Clearly confused, Mike could only ask, "You what?"

"Never mind," janet responded, parting her legs. "Actions speak louder than words..."

Grinning inanely again, Mike settled himself into position between the girl's legs and began to tease her, rubbing his member around the outside of her sex. "You bastard!" she protested, a slight lilt in her voice.

"Beg me for it..."

"Oh, cut the crap and just get on with it!" she protested.

"No, not until you beg..."

Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, janet continued, "Please will you screw me?"

"Not until you say it like you mean it..." he teased, comfortable in the knowledge that their previous oral sex had seen him orgasm but had done nothing or her - she'd be more desperate than her, he reasoned...

And he was right. Swallowing her pride, janet said with sincerity ringing in her tones, "Please, Master, I'm begging you, will you screw me?"

Sliding himself into her dripping passage, Mike grinned. "Certainly, my little cum-slut..."