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going by the stream of creamy fluid running down poor Chloe’s legs. Damien seemed fascinated by the sight of it and I saw a hint of a smile curve up his lips. It was only when he turned, stepping back up behind her and this time I gasped when I realised the man was still harder than an iron bar. As I watched, he proceeded to push his way back inside her and began to move at a far more leisurely pace this time. Chloe sounded really wet and she looked well and truly fucked and I couldn’t help but be amazed at Damien’s stamina. The man was a machine obviously. He’d come already, spectacularly and I couldn’t contain a low moan as I watched him, hating that I felt envy that this could have been me. He had wanted me first.
Damien froze momentarily and his head swung towards the door. Surely he hadn’t heard me? Panicking about being caught watching them like a Peeping Tom, I quickly ducked back out of sight, doubtful that he would have seen me anyway, but still nervously waiting to see if he was going to appear in the doorway demanding to know what I was doing.
After a minute or so, I heard the wet sounding sex resume and carefully moved back to my vantage point to watch again like some sort of pervert. Unable to help myself, my fingers moved back to my clit and I worked it over, rubbing it fast, desperate to find my own release although I suspected it would be a poor substitute for the orgasms they were having in the study.
When I finally came, I stuffed a hand over my mouth to keep myself silent. Within seconds of me reaching my orgasm, I heard them come too; the room filling with their sighs and moans. For some reason it really pissed me off to hear them getting off again. I wasn’t entirely sure why; perhaps jealousy, I didn’t know but in a fit of rage, I used my mind to hurl a notepad I spotted on a shelf, straight at Damien’s head. When he yelped with more surprise than anything else, since a notepad wasn’t exactly much of a weapon, I felt a moment’s satisfaction. Before he could wonder what had happened, I tip toed down the hallway again and once I was sure I was out of range of them, I broke into a run and rushed into the kitchen to wait for them.
My mind was reeling with all I’d seen, but the biggest shock was discovering Damien was no ordinary man. Hell, he wasn’t even human, he was a fucking vampire. Who’d have guessed? Ok, I’d heard they were real although most people believed they were simply a myth but there was no myth with Damien, he was the real deal. Was he the only one though? As I pondered it, the words of my housemates from earlier came back to me. They’d talked of Damien’s relatives but my bet was they were no relatives; they were more than likely more vampires.
Oh this was priceless. I could have some fun now. I wouldn’t blow his cover; my guess was no one knew what he was. Certainly Cassie and Chloe didn’t, and I had my own secrets anyway, so I could respect his privacy on that score. Still when he came here to use and abuse my housemates, well that wasn’t on.
He really was just using them and although I wasn’t sure how he did it, he obviously did something to them, hypnosis maybe? That’s why Cassie was spaced out, so he could fuck Chloe without having to explain what he was doing to Cassie. Chloe too appeared to be under the influence of some kind of control. Despite it being clear to me that she had orgasmed at least twice so she was capable of feeling something, she still didn’t appear to be fully coherent.
Did he do this shit to them much? Would they remember what happened the next day? Fuck that, I couldn’t wait until he came out of the study with Chloe. Was she going to remember she just had sex with him? I couldn’t wait to find out. This was proving to be an interesting evening.
Damien
All the way on the drive to his sire’s home, Damien cursed everything. He cursed fate that took him to the strip club in the first place rather than the
Damien froze momentarily and his head swung towards the door. Surely he hadn’t heard me? Panicking about being caught watching them like a Peeping Tom, I quickly ducked back out of sight, doubtful that he would have seen me anyway, but still nervously waiting to see if he was going to appear in the doorway demanding to know what I was doing.
After a minute or so, I heard the wet sounding sex resume and carefully moved back to my vantage point to watch again like some sort of pervert. Unable to help myself, my fingers moved back to my clit and I worked it over, rubbing it fast, desperate to find my own release although I suspected it would be a poor substitute for the orgasms they were having in the study.
When I finally came, I stuffed a hand over my mouth to keep myself silent. Within seconds of me reaching my orgasm, I heard them come too; the room filling with their sighs and moans. For some reason it really pissed me off to hear them getting off again. I wasn’t entirely sure why; perhaps jealousy, I didn’t know but in a fit of rage, I used my mind to hurl a notepad I spotted on a shelf, straight at Damien’s head. When he yelped with more surprise than anything else, since a notepad wasn’t exactly much of a weapon, I felt a moment’s satisfaction. Before he could wonder what had happened, I tip toed down the hallway again and once I was sure I was out of range of them, I broke into a run and rushed into the kitchen to wait for them.
My mind was reeling with all I’d seen, but the biggest shock was discovering Damien was no ordinary man. Hell, he wasn’t even human, he was a fucking vampire. Who’d have guessed? Ok, I’d heard they were real although most people believed they were simply a myth but there was no myth with Damien, he was the real deal. Was he the only one though? As I pondered it, the words of my housemates from earlier came back to me. They’d talked of Damien’s relatives but my bet was they were no relatives; they were more than likely more vampires.
Oh this was priceless. I could have some fun now. I wouldn’t blow his cover; my guess was no one knew what he was. Certainly Cassie and Chloe didn’t, and I had my own secrets anyway, so I could respect his privacy on that score. Still when he came here to use and abuse my housemates, well that wasn’t on.
He really was just using them and although I wasn’t sure how he did it, he obviously did something to them, hypnosis maybe? That’s why Cassie was spaced out, so he could fuck Chloe without having to explain what he was doing to Cassie. Chloe too appeared to be under the influence of some kind of control. Despite it being clear to me that she had orgasmed at least twice so she was capable of feeling something, she still didn’t appear to be fully coherent.
Did he do this shit to them much? Would they remember what happened the next day? Fuck that, I couldn’t wait until he came out of the study with Chloe. Was she going to remember she just had sex with him? I couldn’t wait to find out. This was proving to be an interesting evening.
Damien
All the way on the drive to his sire’s home, Damien cursed everything. He cursed fate that took him to the strip club in the first place rather than the
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