Vampire Stag Weekend - Sex Stories

Vampire Stag Weekend

... in the hope that my thumb would fold under them and let me slip my hand through. They simply wouldn't give. What did give was the wooden headboard of the bed that clattered against the big stone wall behind my head. I lay deathly still, eyes closed but it was too late, the chatter in the other room had stopped dead. I heard steps on the hard floor coming this way and then the door opened, spilling in light. Lonela poked her head around the door. “Are you awake?” She turned on the light and sauntered in towards the bed, stopping to put a wine glass down on the dresser. “You look better, some colour has come back”. “What's going on, let me go”, I started to protest but she put her finger to my lips to silence me and pouted her big red lips into a 'shhhh'. “Daniela, Marija”, she called out and then something I didn't understand but I guess meant come in here. The tall dark deathly pale tattooed gothic woman and the short blonde girl from the club poked their heads round the door and then came on in. I lay in silence just watching as the two came in. Both just padded on in, watching me intently, eyes fixed on me but saying nothing. The shorter blonde girl, I think Marija, sat on the stool by the dresser and looked across the room. Daniela, came on over to the bed and sat on the other side of me across from Lonela. Daniela still scared me, she had a hard angular face, black hair tapered back, dark brown, almost black eyes. Lonela muttered something soft across to her and they ...

... both smiled an understanding look between themselves. I felt the soft of the back of Lonela's hand run across my cheek. “Get off me”, I protested but she just continued. Her hand stroked lower down my chest. “Come, let us play with you. It is the dream of every man to have three beautiful girls no?” I pushed and wriggled against the cuffs but to no avail. Lonela's hand snaked further down my body and softly encircled my member. I willed it to stay asleep, trying to focus on anything but the ministrations of the beautiful woman sat beside me, trying to remember her fierce bite still throbbing in my neck. I saw her duck her head down towards my groin, her soft black curls brushing down my chest as she blew gently across me. I screwed my eyes up, trying to ignore her, trying to name the 1966 world cup team, anything to keep my mind off the beautiful lips now starting to brush against me. I could hear Lonela murmuring soft nothings, trying to prise me into action. Daniela just stared down at me intently. Lonela's whisperings were punctuated by a hard gutteral sentence from Daniela on the other side. She was clearly getting bored and was impatient. I really didn't like her, the tall white sinewy tattooed body just sitting hard on the bed. She felt dangerous. Another hard guttural Slavic sentence and Daniela peeled her v-necked top down to expose her almost pneumatic breasts. Big hard nipples jutted out and she forced them down onto my face. She was not soft and gentle like Lonela but ...