Short Smut, Vol. 1

INTERNET DATING BITES

My old college friends were meeting boys on the internet, falling in love for a couple of months, swearing off it, then dating three guys at once. They finally coerced me into setting up a profile, giggling over my shoulder as I filled it out. After I finished, they edited it and made my dull life sound fun.

I’d talked to a few guys, but we never got around to making plans. Jamie was direct. He wanted to get a beer with me Monday at the bar down the street.

I stared at my clothes. The only thing I wanted to wear were my socks. Long and white, they looked very Harajuku with my black ballet flats. I needed to get some tonight. If not sex, a good old-fashioned high school groping. In the end, I opted for a tight black tank-top-more like a fancy wife-beater-and a little black skirt.

“So, generically slutty,” I said to myself, looking in the mirror. I thought about putting on jewelry, looked at the clock, and brushed my hair instead.

I hurried down the street. From a block away I could see my date waiting for me. He was leaning against the wall with all the pedestrians gawking at him.

A cocky grin declared him well aware of his beauty. His age hadn’t been specified, and coming near, he was one of those men caught between twenty and fifty. He kept his tight curly hair short. Combined with his height, flashing white smile, and 8-rock black skin, he looked like he stepped straight out of Vogue. He wore a loose white linen shirt and pants, and a finely wrought gold chain.

My first blind date was an absolute stud. To soothe my nerves I drank my first beer too quickly. Jamie dazzled me with his smile when I belched.

The man could drink, downing two for my every one. The way his beers left him unaffected made me wonder if he wasn’t an alcoholic. If he did have a drinking problem, he fell into the category of high functioning addict. He asked me about my job, my parents, my school, the normal routine. When he talked about himself, he only told funny vignettes. After the third drink, which I should have declined, he insisted on seeing me home.

We walked down the dark streets to my apartment. He smelled good, a warm amber scent with a touch of masculine sweat. I turned my head to gaze at his profile: his full lips, his broad flat nose, his high noble brow. The booze loosened my mind and I wondered what he looked like naked. I was getting wet walking beside him. His eyes glinted gold in the dark. Maybe I’d get some tonight. That would be nice.

When we started up the walk to my place, he stated, “This looks like a crack house.”

“Yeah.” The porch light never worked and one of the front windows was boarded up. Suddenly he was behind me, his scent enveloping me.

“ I had fun, Maria.” His warm breath touched my neck.

I turned around. He was so close, my breast brushed against his arm. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. He stooped to press his mouth to mine, and as his tongue prodded at my lips, he prodded me into the foyer.

“Mind if I come up for a minute?” he asked, taking my hand and massaging the meat between my thumb and forefinger.

“Sure.” He pinched and I jerked my hand away. I thought of him looking at my ass as I walked up the stairs in my short skirt. Turning a corner, I was disappointed to find him staring instead at the ornate banister. I unlocked the door and then fumbled with a floor lamp.

Jamie stopped my hand. “That won’t be necessary, my little gazelle.”

I snorted. “I think you've got the wrong animal.”

“Would you prefer to be a zebra, or a sleek fat rat?” he asked, and his long arms wrapped around me, pulling my back to his chest. He dipped his face to my throat and licked my neck. I fell back into him, and he worried my skin with his teeth.

I tried to pull away. I said, “Hey, I mark really easily. Can you not give me a bunch of hickeys?” He didn’t budge as I struggled, his arms a vice around my waist, his mouth nipping at my skin. “Hey, Jamie, let me go.” My voice was breathy, fear constricting my throat.

He did and I staggered forward onto my knees. “My tasty little rat, where will you go?”

In the dark, I scrabbled on the floor for something, anything, I could use as a weapon. My hands closed over a screwdriver and I held it in front of me. “What… what’re you gonna do?” My blood stopped like ice in my veins. It was useless to scream; the building might as well be a crack house.

“I’m going to drink your blood, all of it. You will die so I can live.” No emotion touched his voice. He knocked the tool from my hand, clutching me to his chest. Cold leaked from his skin.

A part of me always knew my life would end some incredibly stupid way. Killed by an internet vampire definitely fit the bill. I’d had shit luck my whole life, why should my death be any different? Fuck, all I'd wanted was for someone to touch me and for it to feel good. I sank farther into him and cried.

“Straight to begging for your life, no calling me a monster, no praying to your god?” Jamie whispered.

My heart juddered in my chest; my legs ran liquid. Still, I managed to shake my head.

“No, you won’t beg for your life?” His arms tightened. “I rather like that part.”

“That’s not why I’m crying,” I said. “Honestly, if I didn’t get eaten by a vampire, I’d just end up falling down the stairs, or getting hit by a bus, or something stupid.” I sniveled on his chest, staining his clean shirt with snot and tears. “It’s just, I haven’t gotten laid since college, that’s five years. Fuck man, that’s no way to go.”

He let me go, threw his head back, and just howled. He held his sides and chortled.

“Great, even better, my murderer is laughing in my face.” As his peals of laughter washed over me, my head cleared, and I leapt for the door.

Jamie was faster. “You’re not escaping.”

I scowled at him.

“ Now that we’re done with this nonsense, are you ready to die?”

“No.” I dropped to my knees, tore open his pants, and stuffed his flaccid cock in my mouth.

“ Oh,” he said.

I sucked on him, stretching his long dick out, and by the time I went down again it was growing hard. He collapsed against the door with a thump. “It’s been five hundred years since I thought about my dick,” he murmured, and he touched my face.

His cock hardened under my ministrations. It had to be ten inches and thick as a soda can with a cowl of flesh at its tip. I could face death with a sense of peace on the other end of this thing. I ran my teeth gently up and down the ridge on the underside, flicking my tongue everywhere as I moaned. The last cock I’d get to gobble-I might as well enjoy it and perform with finesse. I fondled his balls. I pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the broad head of his dick on my lips.

His hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me off him. My legs dangled off the ground as he scrutinized me. His gleaming gold eyes were wide, his face open, curious. “Okay,” he said. “You asked nicely enough. I’ll fuck you before I eat you, although I’m not in the habit of playing with my food.”

He set me down, cupped my cheek in his hand, and pressed his mouth to mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, touching his hair as our tongues wreathed around one another. Anything to make this more normal. Jamie returned my enthusiasm, willing to play along.

We awkwardly shuffled to my bedroom, and he pushed me onto the bed. “I liked what you were doing before, but I think it can be improved upon.” He grasped my shirt and tore it from me, then ripped off my bra. Next, he shredded my skirt and panties. My socks gave him pause, and he slowly peeled them off. As the sticky air of the apartment touched my hips, my thighs, my pussy, I oozed.

“You really do need to be fucked. Why don’t you lay your twat down on my lips and go back to sucking my cock?” He lay back and I clambered on top. “Hey rat, I don’t need to breathe, so feel free to fuck my face.”

I didn’t need further prompting. Clamping his head between my thighs, I worked his huge dick into my mouth. His tongue writhed hot all over me, teasing my lips, my hole, flickering around my clit but not touching it. I ground my hips into his face, seeking relief. He chuckled, his mouth vibrating pleasantly on my pussy.

I whined on his cock. My frustration I took out on the crown, licking and rubbing it against my teeth. I opened my mouth wide, and forced his dick deep into my throat. Bobbing up and down, I massaged his taint with the flat of my hand.

His tongue stopped moving as his balls tightened and his cock pulsed, filling my mouth. His cum had a copper tang to it. I milked every last drop, licking it off as I squeezed. His body convulsed under me, and then he pulled me back onto his mouth. I lay my cheek on his thigh as he finally licked my tender bud. My legs trembled when he sucked my clit past his teeth and into his mouth, palpating it with his tongue. He thrust his fingers inside me. I came in his mouth, my body twitching with pleasure. He gave a pleased grunt as I collapsed onto him.

“That was fun,” he said. “I should seduce my prey more often.”

I shuddered.

“Don’t worry, my precious pest, it won’t hurt.” He stroked my back, and I felt him growing hard again. He rolled me off him and shed his clothes. All I saw were his gold eyes and white smile. “Flip onto your belly.”

I settled on my stomach, and he lay on top of me. He parted my knees, and his massive cock dripped onto my ass. Jamie rubbed the head of his dick up and down my slit, and I pressed back into him.

“So eager,” he said in my ear, his hand working beneath me to grip my breast. He licked my shoulders while he continued to torment me. Each stroke of his tongue filled me with fire. He licked my spine, and it felt like warm water rushing to the juncture between my legs. “Your cunt smells wonderful.” He brought his cock right outside my entrance.

“Please,” I begged, arching my hips to take him.

With a moan, he pushed the head of his dick into my pussy. He inched himself into me-in fact, I would say he was a tender lover. My body stretched to fit him, and, wet as I was, it still hurt. Tears fell from my eyes, and I buried my face in the bed.

“Savor the pain, it is the last of your life,” Jamie said, and then thrust himself in me up to the hilt.

I cried out as he pounded into me. The muscles of my twat clenched in another quick orgasm. He didn’t pause, just kept sliding that monster dick in and out. He started chewing on my neck again with little animal noises, mewling and grunting. My mind focused on the cock slamming into me, making me come again and again. I moaned, my body gripped his dick, and each thrust sent frissons through me until finally I released in wave after wave of pleasure.

“Oh,” Jamie moaned as his hips reached a jackhammer pace.

His fangs sank into my neck, a stinging pain. A flutter of fear drowned under the blood pounding in my ears. My body felt warm and soft, and far away I felt Jamie surging into me.

“You taste so sweet…” were the last words I heard as my life faded away.

I groaned, blood pounding in my ears. A strange euphoria clouded my mind. Jamie held me. I wasn’t dead. “Thank you, master,” I murmured before I could think.

Master? Why did I call Jamie my master?

“You’re welcome, my little rat,” he said. “I was looking at your body, thinking it was a pity I’d never be able to enjoy your sweet mouth again, when it occurred to me how foolish I was being, so I changed you.” The words sounded rehearsed, like he’d been lying beside me, waiting for me to rouse.

“Changed me?” The panic that welled up in me was soothed by his hand on my face.

“Yes. You’re now a vampire, my vampire to be specific.” His cock was hard and hot against my back, and I wanted to stuff him down my throat.

I rolled over to caress my master.

“I love your enthusiasm, but we should go soon. We’re more noticeable in the daylight, those that can stand it. We don’t glitter or anything,” he said, retrieving his clothes, “but it’s hard to hide that we’re not human.”

I grabbed a pair of panties, and as I bent over to put them on, his hand caressed my ass. With a smile I shifted one leg forward to reveal my still flushed twat.

“It’s so strange, I can’t remember the last time I felt lust,” he said, one finger slipping inside me.

I froze as he idly fucked me, and then moaned when his finger withdrew. I saw it disappear between his thick lips as he cleaned it of my juices.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to fool around when we get back to my house. Now, is there anything you must have from this place?” The way he said it, taking in the clutter, he thought it doubtful.

I opened my jewelry box and put on my favorite necklace. The focal was made of a speckled brown stone streaked with opal, strung on braided twine with haphazard clusters of round blue beads. It looked perfect with my black scoop neck dress, and I wanted to be perfect for my master.

“I think you’re prettiest without your clothes,” he said, answering my thoughts.

“Can you-”

“ Read your mind? I have a general idea of what’s going on in your head.”

I put on a bra, pulled my dress over my head, and turned to where he sat on my bed.

“Why didn’t you wear that last night?” he asked. “It looks much better than that tiny skirt and tank-top you had on.”

“ Because I was horny, master.”

“Call me Jamie. You are to be my consort, it’s more appropriate you use my name.” He chuckled. “Saved by hormones. Are you ready? No, you need shoes? Well hurry up, it’s nearly six.”

I crawled around looking for my sandals, and I felt his eyes on me. I wasn’t tired or hung over. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I'd felt this good.

“Yes, it’s nice being a vampire,” he said. “It’s even nicer being my vampire. I’m one of the oldest, and I have power.” His eyes were warm and brown in the morning light. “There are vampires hundreds of years old that don’t have the strength of you in your infancy.” The way he spoke, he was proud of his handiwork.

As we left, he took my hand. From murderer to boyfriend, all it took was sucking his dick.

“Don’t sell yourself short, pet,” he said. “Most women lose their wits, while you kept your head well enough to get the one last thing you wanted before you died.” He led me down a back street to his car, a shiny white Aston Martin.

“Nice car,” I said as he opened my door.

“Thanks.” He pulled out into the nearly deserted street.

“Will there be… other vampires?” I asked, my stomach doing flip-flops at the thought of having to deal with a vampire court.

“They’re subservient to me.” He laid his hand on my knee, and calm radiated through me. “I won’t lie. I expect some of them to be jealous. You don’t have to worry about them until tonight. Most fall asleep as soon as the sun rises.”

“So, the myths are true?”

“Some of them,” he said. “Put a stake through my heart, and I'd laugh. At my age, I would need to be cut to pieces and burned.”

I frowned at the thought of someone hurting my master. “Who would do such an awful thing?”

“Someone who protested me eating a woman once a week,” he replied, flashing me his brilliant smile.

“Oh.” I thought about my own life flowing into him. “But, wolves eat deer, is it really that different?”

“It’s been several millennium since I made a vampire, but I don’t recall him having such blind devotion to my kind the next day.” Jamie laughed. “He spent years protesting my diet.”

As he spoke, I realized I had justified my own murder. These thoughts, these feelings, were not my own. My chest tightened in a panic attack.

Jamie squeezed my knee. “Hey, Maria, take a deep breath. These feelings will fade. You’re newly made.” I squirmed in the seat as his hand crept up my thigh. “Most new vampires like to sit in their masters’ laps, gazing into their eyes.”

“ What about the man you turned?”

“Darius?” he said. “He was no different, it was awkward. But, either I turned him, or I let him die. He’d been a friend to me in a foreign city. He was loyal, and he kept my secrets.”

“Will I meet him?”

“I imagine he’ll be waiting up for me.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I’m surprised he hasn’t called. Then again, I’ve stayed out all night before.”

A silence settled over us. Jamie was smiling about something, and I was happy he was happy. He mentioned neophyte vampires curling up in their masters’ laps, and I wanted to lay my head down on his so I could smell his rich cologne and feel his heat.

He lifted his arm, and I lay down, my nose pressed against his cock.

“Do you mind if I listen to music?” he asked, and his lap vibrated as he spoke.

“No, of course not.” I couldn’t imagine why he would ask. What else would I want to listen to besides his music? An orchestra cued and a woman started singing. “You listen to opera?”

“Yes,” he said. “ La Traviata, it’s about a fallen woman. It starts out joyous, at a party, and ends with our heroine’s tragic death. We should be home by then.” He stroked my hair, and I nuzzled his crotch. With a laugh he pushed me away. “I know stories may have led you to believe I could concentrate on driving while you blew me, but I assure you Maria, your head in my lap is all the distraction I can bear.”

I relaxed, content to have his hand moving over me.

“You’re the generally good-natured sort, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You know, if I hadn’t been so hungry, I would have just kissed your cheek and left,” he said. “Sometimes I feel sorry for the girls I eat, and you were one of them.”

“Thank you, master.” I rubbed my cheek on his legs, glowing with the thought he liked me enough to feel bad about killing me. “God, I feel like a puppy.”

He ruffled my hair. “You do. Your emotions are pure adoration,” he said. “Don’t worry, my precious vermin, we’ll argue, and kiss and make up.”

After that, I drifted off to the swelling opera and his finger moving over my brow.

“Wake up Maria, we’re home.”

I sat up and yawned, stretching. My body was different, less clumsy. I sat, wiggling my fingers, until Jamie opened my door. We had pulled up outside a weathered stone mansion. Jamie took my arm as we strode up the front stairs. The Breakers, a summer home I toured, sprang to mind. My six year-old self had been enchanted by the place, and I begged my parents to take us there again.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said. “The Surf, my very own scaled down version of the Vanderbilt home. The only thing it lacks is a charming view of the sea.”

The heavy front doors were made of dark carved wood. Jamie opened them with a gentle tug. My childhood memories of a white iced palace solidified into cream columns and a red carpet leading up a great stair. A man sat on the bottom steps, reading.

“Jafari, you’re…” The man dropped his book and gaped at us.

“Darius, Maria,” Jamie said gesturing, “Maria, Darius. I’m tired. Park the car for me, will you?” He threw Darius the keys and led me up the stairs.

I heard the man mumble, “He brought home a woman. I wouldn’t have expected that in a million years.”

I felt awkward standing beside this majestic vampire, guided by his firm hand. As we approached his bedroom-I had no doubt his door was the one with the African art standing outside-I began to tremble. What if I didn’t please him? What if it was the thrill of the hunt that had made him like me?

“You do please me. Now let’s get those clothes off you.”

We moved in a flash. Everything settled around me, and we stood in front of a four poster bed draped in gold. He grabbed my chin and cunt, and as he kissed me, he bit my lip. “I cannot decide which I want more, this,” he growled, licking my lips. “Or this,” he finished, rubbing my twat.

“Both,” I said, leaning into him.

“Such a clever little rat. Take off your pretty necklace first. I don’t want to break it.” He gathered my hair in his hands and pushed me to sit on his bed. I undid the silver clasp and set my necklace on his nightstand.

The whole room was cluttered with art, from primitive masks to over a hundred paintings. There were slave markets and negro princes painted by every major school of western art. With my new eyes, I could make out the details of the brushstrokes. Jamie stood in front of me, and I sensed his approval. He wanted me to see something.

A dizzying array of paintings, their frames crowding each other, all depicting at least one black person, standing in the foreground or lurking in the back. There had to be a reason for the chaos. A large mirror hung on a wall and seeing the room reflected in its surface, I realized he was posing in every painting.

“These all have you in them,” I said and he nodded.

With the stunning portraits scattered about, I don’t know how I missed him. A pair of life-sized sculptures stood in a corner, one black, one white. I wanted to touch them, because I was shy about touching Jamie. He was rich and ancient, and that had to add up to being powerful. And I was, what? Someone who floated through life?

He took a step away from me. “This isn’t a museum, you can touch the art.”

I made my way to the statues, and he told me, “They’re made of marble and ebony, Grecian and Victorian. They’re also my favorites. You have a good eye.”

I stood in front of the marble Jamie. Thousands of years ago, he looked like a Greek demigod. A gilded wreath of laurel crowned his brow, and he held a lyre. Even rendered in stone, his smile was familiar. I touched the cold lips, and behind me Jamie purred.

His hand skimmed up the back of my leg, sending shivers through my skin. I trailed my hand down the statue’s throat, and he moved closer to me, his hand cupping around my thigh, just below my ass. I slipped my hand lower, and his slipped higher. I arched my back, bringing my nipples against the marble and my ass more firmly into his hand.

He fell to his knees behind me, tearing off my underwear. He licked me from my clit to my quivering asshole, back and forth, until my knees trembled. “Jamie, I can’t come if you make me stand here. I’m too afraid I’ll break your beautiful statue.”

Whirling me around, he picked me up by my thighs, resting my cunt over his cock. He held me tighter as I bucked against him. His tongue was in my mouth, and as I sucked it, my fangs slid in.

“ Go ahead and gnaw on me with your new teeth.”

I bit his lip, and honey coated my tongue. I moaned, suckling his lip. He pressed me to the bed and pulled my dress over my head. Jamie stripped, revealing the tight cords of his muscles, then he was over me, rubbing his throat to my mouth. “Do you want me to drink from you, master?”

“Yes, and I’m going to impale you with my cock while you take your fill. Bite me.”

I rubbed his throbbing vein with my lips as his dick pushed at my entrance. I sank my teeth into him, and he thrust himself home. His blood poured down my throat like ambrosia, and I was lost in the sensation of his life flowing into me. His heart faltered, a skip, and I stopped. A fatigue suffused his limbs, and I didn’t want my master to be weak.

“Take a little more,” he said. “I’m going to have to feed today regardless. Besides, in a weakened state, I’m still stronger than any vampire here.”

I flicked my tongue over the blood smeared on his neck. “Do you like it when I nibble on you?” I asked, coyly rolling his blood vessel between my teeth.

In reply, his hips picked up their rhythm and he pushed my leg against my chest, allowing him to pound the back of my pussy. Gripping his hair, I held him to my mouth and bit again. This time I drew long slow mouthfuls, lapping at the wound between breaths.

“Yes, that’s perfect. I want you to come on my cock while I rub your clit.”

“Yes, master,” I said.

“I love hearing you say that with my dick pummeling you and my blood on your lips.”

His fingers blurred on my clit, and as I threw my head back, blood sprayed from my mouth. My legs pumped in the air and I grunted. I came, waves of pleasure rippling over me as my pussy fluttered on his cock.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said, and nimbly moved to straddle my face, my twat still pulsing. With one hand I held the base of his cock, the other rubbed my clit, seeking another release. Jamie fucked my face while reaching back to dip his fingers in my twat. I moaned and rocked my hips.

Sputtering, Jamie took my hair and jammed my face farther onto his cock. I opened my mouth wide and smiled as much as I could, choking on his dick. “Oh, keep smiling while you eat my cock.”

I moaned with the joy of knowing I had pleased him, and his cock surged. This time, his cum tasted sweet, and again I licked every drop from him.

He fell beside me exhausted. “I’m going to ask Darius to keep an eye on you while I’m away,” he said. “I’m sure the smell of my blood has aroused a few of my children. Don’t worry, there are none here that would be a match for either of you.”

“But aren’t your other children older than me?”

He stood up and walked into a closet. “They were not made by me. They feed from mortals as well.” He came out carrying clean clothes. “Vampire blood is stronger. Darius is strong because I feed him.” He put on a loincloth and then his pants. “No mortal blood will touch your lips either, my love.”

My heart fluttered at the endearment.

“Yes, you are to be my love.” He hit a button on an intercom. “Darius, I need you seated outside my room”

“Yes, Jafari,” it crackled in reply.

“Sleep until I return. You will need your rest.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Some empty place where people go to be alone,” he said, kissing my cheek.

“ Come back soon,” I said, gripping his hand. When he left, I cried myself to sleep. In my dreams, the statues came alive to clasp me in their arms.