Vivienne, the Vampire!

Peter's eyes darted back to the line. A familiar face stared back at him. Vivienne was one of the girls who went to the same university as him. He wondered what she was doing at a party with a bunch of people older than them. But Vivienne was a pretty girl, a pretty, popular girl who dressed to impress on the daily so he wasn't very surprised to see her here. She was dressed as a sexy vampire in a tight black lace dress, something which her straight black hair and pale skin along with her amber eyes really complimented.

The man brought the mic to her face as she asked her the same question he had asked the other two women before her.

"What are you supposed to be, miss?" He seemed almost polite at the moment but Peter knew looks could be deceiving.

"I'm Vivienne, I'm a sexy vampire..." she said slowly.

"A vampire? A sexy one at that huh? What's a vampire, miss?" the man said with mock confusion.

"It's... It's a creature who sucks bl-" the woman began responding but before she could even finish, the man covered her face making her head fall into his hand as he held it up.

"Let us revisit that thought shall we?" the man said as he winked at the crowd and began whispering into Vivienne's ear.

When he was satisfied he rose up and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

Vivienne raised her head slowly, shaking it a couple of times like she was trying to clear something heavy from behind her eyes. When she finally seemed fully awake she looked down at the people in front of her. Peter could tell just by looking at her that the hypnotist had changed something. The way she held her shoulders, the slight lift of her chin, the way her amber eyes moved over the crowd, none of it matched the girl he knew from campus.

“Who are you, miss?” the hypnotist asked.

“I am Madame Vivienne, of course,” she answered, voice low and theatrical, drawing out the words the way old movie vampires did. “I am a vampire.”

“Ooooh, a real vampire,” the man said. The crowd chuckled. “And what is a vampire?”

Vivienne straightened. “I am one. I am a vampire because I can only survive by sucking the cum from living men. Their seed is my life blood. Without it I weaken. With it I grow strong.”

Peter’s jaw dropped. He stared at her, waiting for the joke, for the smirk that would tell him she was still in on some bit. It never came. She meant every word. The hypnotist had actually made her believe she needed cum to live.

“Well then, my dear,” the man said, “you are in luck. We have many men here more than willing to help you feed tonight. Go on. I think you will be very happy.”

He gestured toward the crowd. The men who weren’t already on Rose cheered and started moving in. Vivienne turned and walked toward them with a hungry, almost elegant expression on her face, the black lace dress shifting against her pale skin. She dropped to her knees in the middle of the open space, hands already reaching for the nearest belt.

Peter watched her smirk as she pulled the first cock free. She didn’t rush. She leaned in, eyes half-lidded, and took a long, deliberate sniff along the shaft. Her nostrils flared. A soft, pleased sound left her throat, almost a purr.

“Yes,” she murmured, voice still carrying that campy vampire edge. “This one smells rich. Full. Perfect for the first taste.”

She opened her mouth and took him in slowly, lips sliding down until she had most of him. Then she began to suck. Not frantic. Steady, deep pulls, cheeks hollowing, tongue working underneath. Her eyes stayed open, watching the man’s face while she worked him. She moaned around the cock like it was the best thing she had ever put in her mouth. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. The other rested on his thigh, fingers curling every time she sank lower.

More men closed in. Belts came undone. Cocks appeared around her, some already hard, some still thickening. Vivienne pulled off the first one with a wet sound and turned her head, looking at the others. She breathed them in one by one, slow and appreciative, the way someone might smell a full plate before deciding where to start.

“So many,” she said, almost to herself. “A proper feast.”

She leaned toward the next closest one, sniffed along the underside, then licked a long stripe from base to tip before taking him into her mouth. The first man didn’t leave. He kept his cock near her face, stroking it while she sucked the second. Another man stepped closer on her other side and rested his cock against her cheek. Vivienne turned her head just enough to rub her lips along it, still sucking the one in her mouth, eyes fluttering like she was savoring every new smell and taste.

Peter couldn’t look away. First his sister stretched over the table, every part of her body being sucked while she seemed drunk on the feeling. Now Vivienne on her knees, treating every cock around her like it was her favorite full-course meal, smelling them, licking them, moaning while she sucked like her life really did depend on it. The men groaned and pushed closer, some of them guiding her head from one cock to the next when she paused to breathe. She went willingly, always taking a second to smell each new one before her lips closed around it.

"Well folks! First we had someone who wanted to be sucked on..." he said as he pointed towards Rose, who was still stretched over the table, four men on each side of her, two men were sucking on her armpits while two were sucking her feet. One of them was eating out her pussy. Her face was a display of pure ecstasy as her tongue stuck out of her mouth, eyes crossed in pleasure.

"... and now we have an expert sucker who's eager for every drop! Can't say we don't have a lot of variety here tonight!" he said as a cheer went across the crowd.

"Let's see what our next volunteer will do shall we?"