"Vampire's Kiss

Losing her virginity at the age of sixteen, Sarah knew she was special. That kind of special that qualified her as a slut. She also loved eating pizza before sex. The cheese reminded her of another substance she enjoyed having in her mouth.

At the age of twenty, she received the deal of a lifetime—a five-year contract with a famous adult enterprise. She lived in a rotting old apartment in a building where other tenants mostly comprised of families. The parents told the kids not to talk to her or even look at her. But there was that 30 something neighbor who had the typical pedo-moustache and an untrustworthy look about him. He lived in the room right across from her abode. At night, when sleeping, she always woke up at midnight to hear a disturbing noise at her front door—shoes scraping against the dirty, carpeted floor outside.

One night she peeked through the eye-hole and saw him standing with his mouth wide open like some sick puppy. She knew what she had to do. She slowly opened the door and led him inside with her hazel eyes.

***

They both sat on the small kitchen table across from each other. In front of the neighbor, Fred, was placed a pizza slice on a plate. And so was the case for Sarah. She started eating first. The cheese stretched between her luscious lips and the slice. Fred began imagining things one should not think of while eating, which led him to take a big gulp???.

Fred started with the thin crust. Sarah found his biting exquisite; the finesse with which he handled such a tight piece. After dinner, she placed the plates under the faucet, and began the rinsing. Suddenly, Fred reached behind her, his hands smoothly rubbing her succulent breasts underneath the netted night-dress. Her pink nipples became erect as his bony fingers caressed them ever so gently.

Afterwards, his horny stare followed her erotic gaze, as she led him into her sacred place—the bedroom. He closed the door on his way in with his foot, and the last thing the emptiness of the hallway heard, was the noise of it being shut hard.

Behind closed doors, Fred had his belt off just as Sarah had dethroned herself fully. She pulled down his trousers to his knees and her sweet lips met the salty head. Just a few seconds later, Fred had her front side against the old bedroom wallpaper. Booty is in the ass of the beholder. He pushed his purple-headed warrior between those tiny hills of pleasure. Into the glory hole, both of them wailed. After two minutes the newly-laid couple were lying on the bed, spent. This whole scenario was heard by the neighbors. They comprised of a married duo who hadn't had sex in like twenty years or so. Little did Sarah know that Fred had installed a tiny, hidden camera in one of the upward cracks of the wall. She might have earned a contract with a leading adult company, but Fred would make this sudden encounter, her one night wonder.

***

At the shooting of her first scene, Sarah could still picture last night like a porno running in her head, at full rewind, hers and Fred's lips in a lock, and later on their tongues embracing in a watery chokehold.

''And action!'' The director announced loudly from his chair.

So began her foremost venture. A hardcore legend was her partner to be and she was kind of nervous as he was obviously way more experienced than Fred had been. The entire video took three hours to film. Exhausted, Sarah sat on her designated chair drinking lemon ice-tea in an effort for the citrus to rid her mouth of the day's taste, and of last night's session.

She waved goodbye to her partner as he exited the set holding the hand of his gorgeous wife. Now, she sat in anticipation for the make-up artist to wipe the cum off her face, that was dripping slowly onto the towel on her chest.

Just then the gofer arrived. But something was clearly wrong. She had her cellphone in her grasp, and both of her hands were shaking, as if she had recently contracted Parkinson's.

''Sarah, I have to tell you something…'' was all the worker could mutter in her nervousness.

***

Sarah went back to her crappy apartment after getting fired from the set. Her make-up artist had shown her the video that Fred had uploaded on the net. Their chance encounter had become one of the most viral hits for her. But it came at a price, her contract had been terminated.

Now, her scene with the legend would never be shown to anyone. It would most probably be deleted by the crew. Later on, no other major porn establishment would accept her resume, as she was unreliable now, and by breaking a mega contract she couldn't expect to be given another one.

***

Three years had passed. Sarah had moved to another building in another city. She didn't even see Fred on purpose before evacuating her previous settlement.

Knock. Knock.

Fred opened the front door to see an all too familiar face—Sarah. Even after three years she had managed to look exactly stunning as she was on their one night stand. And now Fred's junior was standing. She had a black miniskirt on and the pantyhose accentuated her tight legs. Her hazel eyes were made to look even darker with the mascara on and her curly-brown hair was allowed to roam freely till the mid of her back. He wanted to do doggy-style while pulling it then and there. He expected her to be angry. But she just smiled like the whore she was. Suddenly, she pushed forward and kissed him on the lips, shutting the door behind her when she got inside. The taste of her saliva reminded Fred of that foremost time. Sarah led him to his bedroom and he kicked the door shut behind him like the last time. All of a sudden, they were toe to toe, with Fred's back against the deteriorating wallpaper. Fred couldn't wait for Sarah to take out his desire like a slice of pizza. With the cheese sticking to her lips after he had come. All of a sudden, he was hungry for some pizza, despite one of his appetites currently being fulfilled.

She was a lot stronger than before. As if going away had made her a dominant. She removed his shirt and didn't give Fred a chance to undress her. Her hands were pressed hard against his naked chest as she started rubbing her wet tongue against his neck first, then moving down on to the naval area.

Nobody needed to ask Fred if he was erect. That had shown through his zipper which was forced open by his penis. Sarah bit the tip with the underwear still on it giving him the euphoria of a lifetime. Fred felt numb as she unbuckled his belt and removed his jeans and underwear.

They were both looking into each other's eyes as Fred's anticipation was burning the blood in his veins. She winked once then proceeded towards the orgasmic act. He stared seductively at her as she moved her head forward then tilted it swiftly back.

He cried out it in pain. But there was no pleasure, as the blood shot up to his face. Sarah then spit the Johnson's topside from her mouth on to the carpeted floor. This was a trick she learned when she was on her hiatus. It was called “Vampire's Kiss”, and they were metal protectors for teeth, that if pressed hard enough, could cut off body parts.

Fred fainted and Sarah left after cleaning herself up. When he awoke he crawled towards his laptop on the bedside table, and entered a final journal entry—The Best and Last Orgasm I Ever Had.

END

Meet the Author:

Nisar Masoom started penning poetry when he was 9 years old, but found his true love in the horror genre after reading R.L. Stine's College Summer when he was 14. His hobbies include reading, writing and watching the latest comic-book movie adaptations. He is also the co-founder of Literary Retreat - a website that publishes articles on all types of literature.

Website: http://literaryretreat.com/