Vampire Stag Weekend - Sex Stories

Vampire Stag Weekend

... fully opening wide in an invitation to me. Something snapped inside, enough. I was off the bed and running through the house in an instant, pausing only to grab my trousers and t-shirt. I burst through the front door and ran naked down the drive to the end of the garden where I paused to put on the clothes I had. I glanced back to see her ram the door open in pursuit, black hair and a robe flying out behind her, her face contorted with rage. I grabbed the old bike by the gate and started peddling back down the track towards the field with the hill. Even though I was cycling as fast as I could, I could feel her gaining on me, I glanced back a few times and it was almost as if she was gliding behind me. I heard her cruel laugh float in the wind. I cycled as hard as I possibly could, my lungs wanting to burst from my chest but as I went. I wondered if I could feel her hot breath on my neck, started to feel her smooth palms just caressing my face. I was too scared to look back and confirm what I knew;- that she was keeping pace right behind me. I felt her wrap her long arms around me and pull herself close to my back. Even though still pedalling hard, I could smell her musky scent and feel her soft hair fluttering around us. Closing my eyes, I tried to will her away but in return I felt her run her warm tongue up from my shoulder blade to behind my ear. Her smooth naked legs wrapped around my waist and she locked me in an embrace. Then a pregnant pause and I felt her kiss the ...

... nape of my neck, stopping and just resting her unnaturally sharp teeth in a soft kiss. Her arms tightened around me and she bit down, smoothly into me. The pain was mixed with a chemical euphoria as I felt the fangs slice through me and the blood flow quickly back into her. My eyelids fluttered and the last thing that happened was that I lost consciousness and fell off the bike onto the dirt path. 3/ I came to strapped back to the same bed. I had no idea how long I'd been out but it looked as thought there was no light coming in round the bedroom curtains any more. I could feel bruises all over the front of my body complaining from where I had hit the ground. My neck throbbed horribly, someone had applied a dressing to it that had butterfly tapes across from under my ear to my chin, it was a big one. I was laying under covers but naked, it felt like someone had cleaned me off, there was a funny sort of lemony smell everywhere. I could hear chatter in the next room, at least a few women, all speaking Bulgarian I guess. Dulcet Slavic tones punctuated by shrill laughter every now and then, they were clearly having a good time. I quietly tugged at the tight leather cuffs keeping me spread-eagled. Nothing gave and I could not retract my limbs in closely enough to give myself any real leverage. I lay still for a moment, trying to concentrate but adrenaline from the fear coursing through my veins. I tried tugging and jerking harder at the cuffs, doing my best to slide them up my wrists ...