Vampire's Lust

The need to live can push people to do terribly extraordinary things, but when a new vampire is made, survival takes on a new meaning. Learn the truth about a vampire's lust and how 200 years and a lot of miles couldn't quench his thrust. Keep this one by your bedside to help warm you on those cold winter nights. Warning very explicit.

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Vampire's LustBy K. C. RogersiUniverse, Inc.Copyright © 2013 K. C. RogersAll rights reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4759-7526-0ContentsPrologue vii.........................................Chapter 1: Happy Birthday..................................................1Chapter 2: James...........................................................7Chapter 3: Surprises.......................................................13Chapter 4: Interruptions...................................................21Chapter 5: To New Beginnings...............................................29Chapter 6: Present Futures.................................................31Chapter 7: Ancient History.................................................37Chapter 8: Bitten..........................................................47Chapter 9: Happily Ever After ... So Far...................................53ExcerptCHAPTER 1May 24th 2011Happy BirthdayFor now let us start at the day of my first bite, which isnot to be confused with when I was first bitten. It was,among other things, my 200th birthday, but for my fellowhumans I had hit the ripe old age of twenty five again. Mybeautiful red headed model girlfriend made me a cake (fromthe closest bakery) and then informed me she needed moneyfor a short shoot that was in Mexico the next day. Thiswas her usual pattern and I was going to make her play thegame. Knowing her well, I hummed and hawed and watchedas she slowly removed her clothes. She seductively walkedaway naked, her small hips sashaying into the bedroom.Always the bedroom, sadly I can close my eyes and alreadypicture her lying on her back perfectly propped up so herneck won't hurt when she is done what she has to do. I reallydon't know why I bother except for the fact that I can see herthoughts and while I am on top of her softly tickling her tinyrosebud breasts the way she likes, I watch her mind's eye turnto her girlfriend (the one I'm not supposed to know about).I see her replace my face with her own as she becomes hot.Slowly, I continue to do to her what she wants to do withher woman. Bit by bit I move down her body, making sureto stop at her navel and push my tongue in and out. I reachunder her, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands liftingher slowly and just slightly I run my thumbs up the crevice ofher ass, pushing inside the folds of her cunt slowly spreadingthem and there I pause. Watching her inner demons working,knowing she now wants to reach down and insert two fingers,so she can have them to lick and suck on, as I lick and suckthe juice of her release. But today she is distracted with fearthat her girlfriend has found another, so no longer waiting, Ispread her legs till her knees almost touch the bed, I take hercunt in the palm of my hand and start to rub softly in circles.I insert two fingers and hear her breathing deepen. I'm goingto make her squirm and squirt today. I continue with thetempo getting faster and harder in and out in and out. Justas she begins to whimper, I reach back in her memories andgrab a mental image of her girlfriends' face in the throngsof orgasm. Feeling her instant reaction to this stimulus Iquickly remove my fingers and press the throbbing head ofmy erection into her hot waiting pussy. Suddenly she drivesher hips forward taking me to the hilt yet it seems her bodywants more as her hot cunt squeezes and pulls me in further.I roll onto my back, reversing our positions never losing aninch in her, but now giving her the control she needs for herrelease. As she pounds wildly on me I have a wonderful viewof her tits and face. Bringing her down harder and faster eachtime and with every pump those little rose bud titties danceslowly moving forward and down mesmerizing me. Suddenlyshe stops climaxing quickly I feel the vibration of her innercore as the waves start. Knowing her well I hold fast drawingevery possible ounce of heightened emotion from her I could,not moving I just enjoy the travels of a bead of sweat rollingdown her left breast to the tip of her nipple.Before the last wave of pleasure is done she is up and offme on the way to the shower angry at me for getting to herand angry at herself for getting dirty as she calls it. This isthe one main reason I keep her around, she is one of the fewwomen who entertains me mentally. The very contradictionsand restraints she puts on herself totally amuse me.I slowly roll to my side unsatisfied physically but mentallyfed, to see her bags already packed. Her plane ticket showingshe will be on the next plane out. I leave her four grand by theticket and a note saying thank you and I will miss her, alwaysmaking sure to remembering my role for this time and place;but if she only knew the truth.Dressing quickly I slip out of the penthouse apartment andinto the elevator, not wanting to make small talk with heranyway. One day I will delve into her far past and find theroot of her deep dark secrets, but for now I need her. She ismy cover for this cover story in time. After two hundred yearsyou learn a thing or two about fitting in.Totally dismissing her I head for the other side of town. Sofar on the other side of the tracks you would think it anothercountry. To my rundown three story house and the waitingarms of James. On my way through uptown to Soho sittingon the subway train I had nothing better to do but thinkand compare, my superficial red head who is actually a darkchocolate brunette and my other partner James. The redheadas I call her uses me for my influence in the modeling worldand my money. James on the other hand cares only for myevery need. His honest unconditional love, and youth bringsme as much happiness as the emptiness I get from the redheads lies and deceit. Everything about the red head isdeceitful even her name, she goes by the name Brandy andclaims she has never done drugs and is only 19 years old. ButI found her identification one night after I had seen a strangemental image. Her name is actually Debra and she is twentysix years old. In the modeling world we all lie; consideringwhat I keep from her I guess it makes me no better, probablyfar worse. Now James story on the other hand is totallyhonest. He followed me back to the house one day someyears back, but a young dirty child. When confronted he toldme of his dead prostitute mother and the father figure thattaught him the trade. He said he was very good at learninand quick at servicin and promptly offered me a blow job forten dollars. I liked his spunk and he reminded me of myselfin another time so I asked him in for a meal. He has neverleft and had informed me upon entering that he would giveme my first blow job in exchange for the meal. Taking pityon him a terrible weakness I possess. I asked him to stayon as my servant and guard my home when I was away. Tenyears has come and gone and he has become more and moresmitten with me.I continue to make him wait to fulfill his offer as well. Wehave come to understand each other well with long nights oftalking. I know his patience grows thin, but mine is endless.At eighteen he believes the world starts and ends at the endof his hard on, he is so young, still thinking that he has tolove everything he sticks his dick in. I guess most humanssadly never grow out of that stage, but he has found a placein my cold heart, so I will continue to teach him and preparehim for an eternal life of lust. Yes I will change him, but hehas much to learn, for as honest as I have been he knows notof my true identity.Switching trains I also switch back to the red head knowingshe is out of the shower standing in the mirror air dryingand looking over every bit of her body applying anti-wrinkleand skin softeners creams all over. She will be looking at theclock trying to decide if she has enough time for one lasthit. Knowing I have left from the money she can see on thenight table she reaches into the back of the toilet tank, pullsout her little red bag rubbing it feeling the contents she can'twait any longer. She pulls out her little vibrator then the lubethen the strap with the butt plug tying on the strap she puts alarge gob of lube in her palm and starts rubbing it all over theplug with the remainder of the lube she reaches down withher dry hand spreads her cunt lips pulls them up towards herbelly so that her pleasure nub now rocks on the top edge ofher pubic bone. With the wet hand she quickly runs her slickfingers down over her nub sending a jolt and continues withthe caress all the way to her asshole. She then grabbed theplug shoving it deep into her ass instantly making her hornyas hell. Lubing up the small vibrator she quickly sprinkles asmall line of coke on the counter, turning the vibrator on sheslowly cups her mound and as she pushes the vibrator to herlittle bud of pleasure she slowly bends over to the counterfor the coke wanting it but knowing that with it comes theloss of control but the pleasure as she bends her butt plugpushes spreading her open more and more straining, fillingher she snorts the coke quickly, letting the strain fade as thehigh takes over. Staying slightly bent over she watches hereyes dilate in the mirror then there is only the feeling ofthe vibrator. In about an hour, she will come down to findherself lying on the bathroom floor. Wet with the perfumecombination of lube, cum and sweat running down her assdripping off the plug. She will wash everything vigorouslynot wanting it to be dirty. She will then climb back in theshower and cry, almost sick to her stomach with her owndisgust. She has the mind of an addict, telling herself thatwas the last time until the next. I'm going to have to get ridof her soon, before she ends up dead on my bathroom floor.I will soon, as soon as I get bored.CHAPTER 2JamesFinally at the end of my ride I turn my attention awayfrom her and back to my James. Anticipating his smileat the door, I smile myself as I walk up the stoop. Just as Isuspected the door opens as I reach for it. Standing there inthe doorway smiling broadly we both stop just out of reachand drink each other in suddenly dry mouthed like someonedying of thirst he looks at me as his only drink. I look athim like it's the first time seeing him. He has grown tall andhandsome reminding me of a young Patrick Swayze. As themoment stretches I see the uncertainty in his eyes and thesmile begin to whine, I step forward opening my arms andembrace him, cradling his head in one hand like a timid virginand pulling his body against my body like a lover. He pushesthe door closed behind me as he wraps both arms around mychest squeezing tight for an instant then he begins kissing myneck whispering all his longing and pent up fears in my ear.I continue to hold him feeling the truth of his words and thegrowing erection against my leg. I savor the moment feedingon every wave but it passes to quickly as he begins to rubagainst me like a rutting pig. As my irritation grows I slowlyreach down grabbing his ass with one hand and a hand full ofhair with the other. I pull back his head painfully he whimpershis apology and I must forgive him. I ask him flat out"Is this how you act after such a long wait?" He lowers hiseyes trying to shake his head"No" realizing I still have hold of his hair. I let him gogently but firmly pushing him away. At this time my largedark housekeeper came waddling her large girth down thehall wearing her yellow scarf and matching outfit wiping herhands off on her white apron. I smile at her resemblance toAunt Jemima while she informs us that my birthday dinner isready. As we turn to proceed to the kitchen there is a knockat the door. I ask if any more guests are expected both Jamesand cook say no. Knowing that I am very rarely surprisedI go to answer the door and low and behold it is my oldfriend Malcolm. Knowing that I could not sense his presenceshould have told me it was another Vamp. Now you maynot know this but vampires have no weakness and cannot bekilled except by another vamp so we do not usually associatewith each other, but with Malcolm and I the association iscompatible. He saved my skin once and so is a welcome guestwhenever he feels. He is a huge man who looks like he walkedoff a Viking ship no matter how he dresses with a crazy lion'smane of uncontrollable blonde hair on his head, the truth ofthis being that that is exactly where he came from, tonightthough he is decked out in full Hells Angels' colours. Knowinghim, there will be a wonderful story behind it. I invite him infor dinner and he laughs feeling the jealously vibrating fromJames. They had met once before a short time after Jamescame to me. James fears are short lived as I place Malcolm'sseat at the opposite end of the table and his beside me whereI can place my hand on his knee. The dinner was excellentconsisting of all my favorite foods which were only known byAunt Jemima as she has been with me for fifty years now. Shewas sold to me very young and now at sixty she is still a forceto be reckoned with. Not slowing down much, but I can hearthe missed beats of her heart and know I will lose her to aheart attack much too soon. A wonderful conversation andgreat companionship making this meal memorable. Jamescaught me up on all of his schooling and Malcolm and Ipraised him greatly. With both of us being very well read askmany questions about his future university choices helpinghim decide on the new fork in his life. James tells Malcolmof his great appreciation for everything I continue to do forhim. He has not forgotten his sad circumstances, before me.He also knows he would not be going to university had it notbeen for me. He has gained a scholarship for Harvard andwants to be a lawyer. I catch Malcolm watches me trying toread my depth of feeling for James, but I show him nothing.Even the best of vamp friends don't show their weakness. Soafter a short pause Malcolm takes up the conversation tellingof his crazy appointing into biker hood. It would seem thatafter a run in with a whore that gave him a great ride, shethen lifted his wallet and left thinking him asleep, Malcolmnot taking too kindly to this followed the whore back to abiker bar. Then there was no need to follow because the bitchsailed back through the door landing face first at his feet.Behind her came a short well-built biker grabs her by the hairgoing to kick her in the face, but as he raised her head she seenme and started screaming "it's his fault I was gone so longand it's his empty wallet, ask him, I didn't jack no money."Malcolm says that yes that's pretty much how it went. So thebiker comes towards him yelling at Malcolm that he oweshim for his old ladies services and he should pay up or die. Atthis point Malcolm and myself burst out laughing, with onlyJames not in on the secret. After our laugh Malcolm takes amoment going back to it and tells us that he did laugh andthen informed him that his old lady got fucked over good,screaming the whole time about how great it was to have areal big one. Well the biker being insulted had to fight till thedeath. Turns out he was this chapter's right hand man andafter his untimely death the father of the chapter asked meto take his place and I could keep his old lady and his bike.It was the easiest gig yet. So with no topper for that storythe dinner ended on a high note. Malcolm asked to spendthe night. I knew an orgy was to come. So off we went thethree of us, out into the night to find some fun. Times withMalcolm were always short but jam packed with pleasure.You see an orgy for us was like the ultimate rock concert foryourselves with pleasure in waves from all directions. Most ofthe time we don't even participate just watching and helpingout here and there brings fulfillment. Malcolm informs meon the way that he has a birthday present waiting somethingnew. Now this might sound normal to you but for me new isvery hard to do. We walk for about an hour down New YorkCity streets till we come to a sign in lights. Someplace new aswell my excitement mounts.CHAPTER 3SurprisesDuring the walk over Malcolm explains that the bakeryis a cover for a brothel that he was put in charge ofestablishing. Tomorrow night was to be the grand opening,but tonight was to be the final choosing of women. Knowingmy years of experience he wanted my input, and I was toohappy to oblige. As we walk in the bakery a tall blonde femalerecognizing Malcolm leads the way to the back through thekitchen doors, past the small kitchen into a dark den. She thensteps out of the way and waves us forward simply stating"Gentlemen your evening awaits". As our eyes adjust quicklyto the darker room we are greeted by four women dressed inlong flowing sheer white gowns. Never looking up they showus to a comfortable couch as we sit they kneel before us onthe floor and wait for Malcolm's instructions. He lets themsit there stroking the fair hair of the one in front of himabsently as he informs us that these are the warm up girls. (Continues...)Excerpted from Vampire's Lust by K. C. Rogers. Copyright © 2013 by K. C. Rogers. Excerpted by permission of iUniverse, Inc..All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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