Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated - Sex Stories

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated

... above his crib watching him slumber peacefully. I leave, closing the door silently behind me.

I check the closed doors in the hall. A guest bedroom. A closet. I walk back the way I came, back to the bathroom and stairs again. Then a storage room. An office. I silently creep along the soft carpeted floor. A laundry room. I slip inside there.

Big expensive washer and dryer, and a hamper with some dirty clothes. I set down the duct tape I’ve been carrying, and I pick through the clothes. A mix of men’s and women’s. One of Victoria’s undershirts, thin and white, I put it to my face and inhale. Her scent is so bright, so feminine, floral. The armpits only have a slight deodorant smell, nothing unpleasant.

I dig more and find some shorts of hers. Very short, cute and sexy. She’s a mom, but still dresses in attractive clothes. A coolness, a sportiness to her fashion sense. I sniff the shorts. Similar floral scent, mild. Nothing of hers seems to stink. Such great hygiene, such an inviting, motherly smell.

My cock starts to harden in my pants, and I dig deeper. A black bra, classy and modern. No wires, expensive, cups indicating a decent breast size, much more than a handful. I cover my face with it, the familiar scent again, but a bit different. Not quite sour, but a sharpness of some sort. I look inside the cups, and right where her nipples would be, a slight residue, a slight white stain, on both. I sniff again, then lick, tasting where her breasts were held tightly ...

... all day. Milk. Fucking hell, she had been leaking a bit of breast milk! My cock stiffens even more as I lick and inhale. There’s a slight sweetness to it.

I lift my head suddenly as the house creaks. My heart jumps in my chest. I hold my breath for a moment, listening. It was just the wind. Then I smile and hold my hand to my chest, realizing my heart and lungs are just imitating what they used to do. I don’t need air, and my heart doesn't actually pump blood. I reach down and rub my stiff cock through my pants as I continue to dig through the laundry. My dick seems the same as always at least.

I find a pair of panties toward the bottom. Heather-gray-colored Calvin Kleins. A standard hipster low-rise style, elastic band at the top. Meant to be comfy, but damn are they sexy. A bit bigger than I expected. She’s a thinner woman, but these held some thickness. I look inside, the crotch. God damn, there’s a bit of a stain. Nothing too gross, just the slightest streak of residue. Discharge, dried pussy juice. Ok a bit gross, but not to me. I stuff my nose straight in, inhaling deeply. This is what my boss’s cunt smells like. These panties spent a whole day stuffed inside her warm pants, clinging tightly against her pussy. It smells strong, but sweet. A pungent musk of woman, a sharp slap in the face. But not gross like some girls. A spiciness, pure femininity. I lick and taste where her pussy was. My cock rages, precum wet beneath my pants. She has such a strong flavor, a ...