Vampire Stag Weekend - Sex Stories

Vampire Stag Weekend

... mine. “You are bad man. You buy drink now”. I laughed with relief as she let me off. I got up and went over to the bar and she followed me. The barman looked up and she shot something in quick guttural Bulgarian at him. Another seven drinks quickly appeared. She hopped up on the bar stool next to me. “Now you good man”, brushing my cheek with the soft back of her hand and leaning in close enough that I could feel her warm breath across my face tinged with her thick perfume. Quickly and deliberately she drew my gaze down as her hands dropped to grip the front of her skirt. She pulled it up just for an instant. I got a flash of the rest of her gorgeous thighs leading up to a beautifully bald pussy between her legs, her inner lips just poking out and resting on the leather of the stool. Maybe some sort of piercing, tattoo or similar but it was a bit too quick to tell. I choked back a startled gasp. She pulled the hem of her skirt back down she rested the flat of her cool hand on my cheek again and said softly, “Now you bad man again”. With that she picked up the tray and strutted back over to the table, glancing back to make sure I was watching her deliberately swaying behind as she went. The barman shouted over the hubbub at me some price, I didn't get it really so he wrote it on a beer mat. Thirty? ..that seemed quite a lot more than I had been expecting, but to be honest I hadn't really got the hang of the money yet and I wanted to follow back over to the table as quickly ...

... as possible so I just gave him the notes and whirled about. As I got back over to the table, the rest were waiting for me, shots primed in front of each of them. Dom popped out a little bag from his pocket that I recognised straight away. He popped out little blue tablets and put them next to each of the drinks. “Ah no way, you are a fucking idiot Dom”, I started. As I did, he picked up his pill and swallowed it, following with the shot. “Seriously, come on”, I tried to continue as both Karl and Steve picked theirs up, “don't be daft, you guys are married”. “To old times”, toasted Karl as he swallowed his down and finished the shot, “yeh, one last night”, Steve copied him. I couldn't believe what was happening, as a group we used to do this sort of stuff but it had been more than ten years. As best man, it was pretty clear the whole thing was about to unravel so I leant over and flicked the little pills in front of Pete and I across the room. “Ah fuck off”, shouted Dom as he scooted away on to hand and knees under the next table in pursuit. Pete tipped his shot glass as me and winked a thanks of having dug him out of it. I saw out of the corner of my eye one of the girls pick up the last two little pills and stick them down her bra before toasting with the other one and drinking the shot. Smart girl, I assumed she would either sell it later or at the very least watch what was going to happen to us before she swallowed it. What did happen to be honest wasn't very pretty. The ...