high-stress job as CEO of her own import-export company, she did a lot of ass kissing to the fickle humans. Now, she wanted hers kissed. Literally.
And penetrated. Just like in those naughty fantasies her two psychic vamps entertained her with. She knew the only reason they had recently reestablished their mind link after decades of silence. Knew of their plans of seduction. But they wouldn’t get her to submit to them in the real world because she would alleviate her physical sexual frustrations here with these males. Total strangers. She blew out a tense breath and set about getting undressed.
Knowing tonight, after work, would be the playtime she’d been craving for more than a century, she hadn’t bothered going home to change. She’d brought her clothes to her office, showered in her office shower and come straight here.
She hadn’t nourished herself tonight either. To hell with supper. She wasn’t in the mood for synthetic blood. She’d been too twisted with anticipation to eat. A cock stuffed in her mouth would be tonight’s dinner. At least she hoped that would be allowed.
She smiled at that thought and caught her profile in the mirrored walls. Most likely two-way mirrors. Were they watching her undress? Stroking themselves? Arousing themselves?
Mati swallowed, trying to moisten her dry throat. She’d ordered two vamps to pleasure her. She’d paid for their best and she’d paid handsomely. She could only hope her secret wouldn’t get out to the other female members of her clan, Vampira. After all, she’d created the group. Created the no-sex-with-males rule, because she wanted her members to be as independent as possible from all male influences.
Yet here she was. In this bordella. About to break her top rule.
Oh vampire gods, please forgive me.
She stared at one of the full-length mirrors. Stared at her reflection. Times like this she wished human legend about vampires not seeing themselves in mirrors were true. Then at least she wouldn’t be able to see how plain she looked. How pinched and tight her lips appeared. How severe her black hair looked pulled back into a tight knot.
Despite her criticism about her hair and mouth and lack of makeup, she still did look passable. Plain yet still possibly attractive?
Removing her clothing and shoes, she observed herself in the mirror, running her hands slowly over her breasts. They felt smooth and curvy and heavy as she lifted them. They were still in great shape, considering her age. Full and pert. Her nipples nicely red and plump.
She smoothed her palms past her breasts down to her belly. Due to her exercise regime, her tummy was relatively flat and as she ran her fingers tenderly along her outer thighs, she felt strong muscles. Yes, her thighs were adequately toned.
Letting one hand drop between her thighs, she brushed past her swollen pussy lips and touched the opening of her vagina. Nicely moist already. Lately, she’d been wet all the time here. Always ready for a male to enter her.
She found herself inhaling sharply at that thought, feeling a little upbeat as she smiled at herself. As a matter of fact, she still looked pretty good. Perhaps after all this time without sex, she might still remember how to participate too?
Sitting on the massage table, she eyed the pink blindfold her attendant had told her to put on. She’d been blindfolded that last night with her two Italian vampires. With Gio and Paolo. It had been a beautiful night, as they lay tangled in each other’s arms beneath the golden Italian moon. The night had been drenched in steaming hot sex amidst the grapevines of the orchards. A night of gorgeous orgasms and tender, passionate lovemaking.
She wanted to relive that time. Wanted to relive the fantasies her two vampire lovers and she had shared off and on over the century since she’d left them. With the mind connection active again, she’d been physically craving them like never before.
It was why she’d come here to
And penetrated. Just like in those naughty fantasies her two psychic vamps entertained her with. She knew the only reason they had recently reestablished their mind link after decades of silence. Knew of their plans of seduction. But they wouldn’t get her to submit to them in the real world because she would alleviate her physical sexual frustrations here with these males. Total strangers. She blew out a tense breath and set about getting undressed.
Knowing tonight, after work, would be the playtime she’d been craving for more than a century, she hadn’t bothered going home to change. She’d brought her clothes to her office, showered in her office shower and come straight here.
She hadn’t nourished herself tonight either. To hell with supper. She wasn’t in the mood for synthetic blood. She’d been too twisted with anticipation to eat. A cock stuffed in her mouth would be tonight’s dinner. At least she hoped that would be allowed.
She smiled at that thought and caught her profile in the mirrored walls. Most likely two-way mirrors. Were they watching her undress? Stroking themselves? Arousing themselves?
Mati swallowed, trying to moisten her dry throat. She’d ordered two vamps to pleasure her. She’d paid for their best and she’d paid handsomely. She could only hope her secret wouldn’t get out to the other female members of her clan, Vampira. After all, she’d created the group. Created the no-sex-with-males rule, because she wanted her members to be as independent as possible from all male influences.
Yet here she was. In this bordella. About to break her top rule.
Oh vampire gods, please forgive me.
She stared at one of the full-length mirrors. Stared at her reflection. Times like this she wished human legend about vampires not seeing themselves in mirrors were true. Then at least she wouldn’t be able to see how plain she looked. How pinched and tight her lips appeared. How severe her black hair looked pulled back into a tight knot.
Despite her criticism about her hair and mouth and lack of makeup, she still did look passable. Plain yet still possibly attractive?
Removing her clothing and shoes, she observed herself in the mirror, running her hands slowly over her breasts. They felt smooth and curvy and heavy as she lifted them. They were still in great shape, considering her age. Full and pert. Her nipples nicely red and plump.
She smoothed her palms past her breasts down to her belly. Due to her exercise regime, her tummy was relatively flat and as she ran her fingers tenderly along her outer thighs, she felt strong muscles. Yes, her thighs were adequately toned.
Letting one hand drop between her thighs, she brushed past her swollen pussy lips and touched the opening of her vagina. Nicely moist already. Lately, she’d been wet all the time here. Always ready for a male to enter her.
She found herself inhaling sharply at that thought, feeling a little upbeat as she smiled at herself. As a matter of fact, she still looked pretty good. Perhaps after all this time without sex, she might still remember how to participate too?
Sitting on the massage table, she eyed the pink blindfold her attendant had told her to put on. She’d been blindfolded that last night with her two Italian vampires. With Gio and Paolo. It had been a beautiful night, as they lay tangled in each other’s arms beneath the golden Italian moon. The night had been drenched in steaming hot sex amidst the grapevines of the orchards. A night of gorgeous orgasms and tender, passionate lovemaking.
She wanted to relive that time. Wanted to relive the fantasies her two vampire lovers and she had shared off and on over the century since she’d left them. With the mind connection active again, she’d been physically craving them like never before.
It was why she’d come here to
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