Vampire Brothel

Roberta Hawkins - Client 146 - Chapter Four

He walked back to the drawer to return the glasses we had used. The speed with which he returned was unimaginable. I must have been zoning in and out of consciousness because there was no way he could have returned that fast.

He picked me up from the bed and pinned me against a nearby wall. My heart started to beat faster because I was anticipating what was to come. I didn't see him taking his shirt off, but he was suddenly without it. It must have been the alcohol messing with my head. I liked what I saw – a lot! His abs were toned and muscular. In one word, he was freaking hot! Okay, that was two words, but he really looked that hot.

He didn't take my clothes off, he tore them off.

"What the f**k?" I yelled.

How was I to go back to my apartment when he just tore the only clothes I had on me? All s****l feelings inside me disappeared and I became immediately angry.

He turned me around and smacked me hard on my left butt cheek. It was painful, but it was also pleasurable. I didn't understand it. Why did it feel so good? I didn't have the time to think because he pushed me closer to the wall and leaned against my back.

"You know what you really want. Drop the surprise act." He whispered in my ear.

I didn't know what he was talking about. What surprise act? What did he think I wanted?

"Come on. Roll that ass for me." He said, taking his weight off my body and walking back towards the bed.

It sounded like an order. Why did he want me to roll my ass? I had never rolled my naked ass in front of anyone before. Was that not what strippers and prostitutes did?

I tried to turn around and explain why I couldn't do what he wanted but he was beside me before I could complete the movement of my neck. How did he move so fast?

I felt another hard smack on the same left butt cheek he smacked before. This time, it hurt more than the last time. Surprisingly, it felt that much better. I knew the skin on my butt would be red by now but somehow that fact turned me on. I wanted him to smack me again.

"Don't make me tell you again. Roll that ass!" I heard him say. This time, his voice was a whole lot sterner.

I twisted and rolled my ass the best way I could. I was drunk as hell, so I didn't know how well I was doing. I guess I wasn't doing too badly because he watched me without complaint. After a short while, he gave me another order.

"Place your hands on the wall above your head and continue rolling your ass."

This time, I didn't ask questions. I did as I was told. Lifting my hand above my head made me feel sexy. I remembered those music videos I watched where the girls shook their sexy butts at the camera. I felt like I was one of them – thanks to the alcohol.

Just like all the other times he approached me, I didn't see him coming. What I felt was his rock-hard c**k penetrating my wet and swollen p***y from behind. Yes, my p***y swells any time I'm really turned on. I got turned on by the girl on the staircase but his orders and hard smacks intensified my wetness.

He thrust deep inside me slowly and I felt the walls of my p***y pulsating. I had never had a c**k that felt so damn good in my entire life.

"Grab me with the walls of your pussy." He ordered again.

I did as I was told. I didn't want anything to make him take his magic wand away. He continued to thrust in and out, harder and faster as the moments passed. Gosh, he was strong. Every time he dipped his hard c**k into my p***y I felt a thunderbolt of emotions crash against my core like the waves of a beach in high tide. It didn't take long for me to feel the pressure of the incoming rain. He was thrusting in and out so fast and hard that my knees felt weak. I was going to buckle under the pleasure. I squirted all over his c**k and on the floor. I felt him pull himself from inside me and my body went limp. He caught me to stop me from falling and carried me to the table on the other side of the room.