Victorian America chapter 9

I'm back at the motel, it's three in the morning and I haven't been able to close an eye. I have taken the garlic and the crosses off the walls and I've been waiting for a while now.

Suddenly somebody knocks on the door.

"I know that smell..."

Charlotte and her friend are back. I'm a bit afraid but in the end it makes it all the more exciting. I stand and look at myself in the mirror. I feel like a virgin on the night she will get lucky, although I do expect that it will go better. My first time was not that good...

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in," I say.

The door slowly opens. Two pale figures stand in the light of the corridor.

"So you finally changed your mind, that's good."

Charlotte looks in her mid-thirties; she's wearing a heavy leather jacket. Her friend is shorter and looks a bit younger too; she's wrapped in a large black trench coat. They both share the magnificent pale skin, the deep red eyes and hungry look I saw on TV the other night.

"My name is..." I start.

But the younger vampire is already by my side a hand over my mouth. Her cold fingers all over my face, I finally realize it's happening, the thing I've been dreaming about all my life, it's real and it's happening to me, right now.

"Shhh, we don't care what your name is. We are only here for your cunt and for your blood, so please shut the fuck up and relax," she whispers to my ear.

A daring hand has slipped into my pants. She wipes my drenched slit; I involuntarily contract my abs letting out a faint moan. She turns around to Charlotte showing her her glistening finger.

"Look, we have found an eager one."

She turns back to me and throws me on the bed. The younger looking vampire pulls on my pants while Charlotte closes the door.

"God damn, this one smells so good!" says the young one as she climbs between my legs.

Her hands are on my thighs spreading my legs. Charlotte sits on the bed and starts stroking my hair. I can feel the mouth of the other vampire hovering over my intimacy. I can feel her fingers pulling on my panties. I can feel her lips brushing against my clit. A spasm of pleasure rolls down my spine. The tongue of the monster spreads my pussy. I let out a faint moan. I feel glorious; this is what I've always dreamt of. I come as she starts lapping me. Charlotte slips a finger in my mouth. I suck it, I lick it, I love it.

"I love it when they are so willing," Charlotte laughs, "when they realize they are about to die, there's a lot less crying and whining."

Wait... What? Die? Nobody talked about dying! I open my eyes and suddenly I realize that I am in big trouble. Charlotte doesn't look so glamorous anymore, she rather looks terrifying. The tongue of her friend between my legs is so cold, her fangs brushing against my bush are quite threatening.

I think I made a terrible mistake. I think I'm in deep, deep shit.