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Ladies Of The Night {MFF, vampire}
By Belle Chandra (address withheld)

***

Working the streets on Halloween night for fun and
profit. (MF, bi, prost, vampire)

***

Belinda looked at the middle-age man sitting across 
from her in his car; he was slightly overweight, with 
balding grey hair, penetrating dark eyes that now had a 
gleam of sexual lust. They were parked in a deserted 
alleyway, off one of San Francisco's sex-and-sin 
streets; it was a common spot for business 
transactions, providing the john couldn't afford a 
motel room. "So mister, pay first, service second. You 
know the drill?" Belinda hated working on Halloween 
night, all the crazies seemed to come out then.

"Yeah, sure do. You girls getting younger every day, 
you don't look hardly legal."

"I'm seventeen," she lied, being only sixteen. "Show me 
the money, huh?" Belinda wiggled around, trying to pull 
the hem of her black leather mini-skirt down a little. 
Her long, slender legs in the fish-net stockings were 
cramped in the car, and the tall high-heels were 
killing her feet. But she did feel the slightest tingle 
of sexual anticipation - she loved the power of her 
sex, how she could get the johns nearly helpless with 
her highly skilled expertise.

The john leaned forward, reached out to tentatively 
touch her long red wavy hair, studying her creamy 
complexion, the wide green eyes. "You're a doll, you 
know it? Let me see your titties, just a glimpse, then 
I'll give you the cash."

Belinda sighed, as if put upon, but lifted her tightly-
fitted leather top, letting her full, bounteous breasts 
spill forward, always braless. The cool night air hit 
her naked skin, make her nipples erect and she saw the 
john's eyes widen, his lips part, the tip of his tongue 
appear, almost drooling with anticipation. She quickly 
pulled her top back down and said, "Where's the cash, 
and we'll get down to it. You ready, huh?"

He groaned, put a hand to his crotch, where he rubbed 
the massive erection bulging between his legs, pressing 
against his zippered crotch. "You got it. I want it." 
He pulled his wallet out and said, "Here you go, twenty 
bucks, right?" 

"You just want a blow job, that all? Cause for more, 
it'll cost you." Belinda felt her pussy throb with that 
failure feeling, her cunt getting wet; this was her 
first trick of the night, and contrary to what some 
pros said about not being aroused, she always felt the 
high of arousal - but perhaps it was more from the 
powerful hold she had over the men, than the actual sex 
its self. 

She loved knowing she was in control... and for one 
brief moment, she had a flashback to her helplessness 
as her step-dad had first raped her, when she was only 
twelve. Shaking her head to rid it of the image, she 
vowed she'd NEVER be powerless again!

The john was holding out the cash with one hand, and 
unzipping with the other, his erection springing out, 
rigid and exposed. She took the cash, stuffed it in her 
tiny purse, then slid over close to the man, letting 
her hand reach for his hard-on, putting a finger at the 
tip where pre-cum oozed. He groaned, "Oooh, that feels 
damn good. I want you to suck me off good. Wife never 
will, thinks it's... disgusting. Hey baby, you ever 
seen such a big one?" 

Belinda tossed her hair over a shoulder, leaned 
forward, her hand grasping his hot, throbbing flesh... 
beginning to manipulate it slowly, making the oozing 
wetness increase from the sensitive tip. The man 
stopped her from moving down, his hand on her chin, 
asking, "Can I... kiss you? You're so beautiful, baby-
flesh almost..."

She shook her head adamantly, said firmly, "Nope. No 
kissing, no fondling of my body, that'll cost more. 
Just a blow job, that's our deal."

He asked, "How much more would it cost?"

"Twenty more for fondling my body, fifty for full 
nakedness, the kissing, if we take more than thirty 
minutes, it goes up." Belinda loved this, the feeling 
of control, her hand stroking him and yet knowing that 
she controlled the timing, making him hunger and ache 
for more. She suddenly removed her hand, and he gasped, 
letting her chin go, leaning back, begging, "Just do 
it, suck me... that's what I want, all I can afford."

She leaned down, her mouth making shocking contact with 
his thick, throbbing erection, tilting her head so that 
it stayed clear of the steering wheel, now licking the 
cock-tip, tonguing the ridge beneath, making him lift 
his hips slightly, groan and grunt, exclaim, "Jesus 
Christ, that's damn good!"

Belinda teased him for a moment, building his 
excitement, feeling how the head swelled almost to 
bursting beneath her skilled manipulations, hearing him 
grunting and thrusting up, wanting her to take it fully 
into her mouth. She stalled, licking and caressing his 
erection, up and down the long, thick shaft, feeling 
his excitement making her excited too; she wished she 
could touch her teeming pussy, but instead she felt the 
contact of the thin g-string she wore beneath her 
bikini panties riding into her crotch, teasing her clit 
and she began to sway slightly, feeling the motion make 
her hot. 

Suddenly she devoured the man's massive erection, her 
mouth swallowing him as deeply as possible, shoving the 
head into her throat as she angled her head to capture 
him fully. He rose up, giving a deep, guttural cry and 
began to fuck her face, his voice rough as he urged, 
"Fuck it, fuck me with your mouth, suck it baby, yeah!"

She fucked him, her mouth going up and down, working 
harder and harder to make his ride fast, faster and he 
bucked beneath her, rising and falling, his breathing 
coming quickly now, rasping and speechless as she 
consumed him, her mouth meeting his crotch-hair, 
swallowing and making her throat close over his hard 
erection, feeling the swelling, his imminent moment of 
engorgement, then the hot, salty cum starting to shoot 
into her throat, loads of it, some dribbling back into 
her mouth, out over her lips. He was climaxing hard, 
his whole body rigid, his pelvis lifted forward, her 
head pressing against the steering wheel, but she 
brought him off totally, sucking and sucking for the 
last drop!

Then slowly rising from him as his penis began to go 
slack. He was still stunned from the pleasure he'd just 
received, his body beginning to relax, but his eyes 
were on her face as she licked the cum off her lips, 
swallowing it.

She felt her pussy throbbing for release, but tried to 
put it aside, not wanting to let go in front of the 
john. She grinned and said, "I work this corner 
weekends, maybe we'll do this again."

The man's eyes were glazed with lust as he nodded, 
saying in a whipped voice, "Jesus, I've never had a 
better blow job. You give good head, damn sure do. 
Yeah, I'll look for you again. Want to give me your 
name?"

She said simply, "Belinda." Then slipped from the car, 
leaned back in the window and said, "I am on the corner 
after dark, Friday and Saturday nights." Then seeing 
the man's leering gaze at her, she knew she had him 
'hooked.' He'll be back, a regular. And that was what 
she wanted, what she depended upon.

* * *

The night was cool, foggy, a typical San Francisco 
night, and the street was alive with the decadent, dark 
sexuality that thrived in murky bars, neon lights, skin 
shows and secluded alleyways. Belinda stood for a few 
moments on her corner, seeing another gal on the next 
block, a hooker with bleached blond hair and voluptuous 
curves clad in red, crotch-riding short-shorts and 
revealing red lace bikini top. She'd noticed the gal 
several nights ago, no doubt new. 

Belinda thought back to when she'd only been here a 
week, how she'd had to stake out her territory - after 
arriving at the bus depot and being propositioned by a 
pimp. Getting around him hadn't been easy, but she'd 
managed fine. She was tough, street-wise, having run 
away from home at fourteen (after her step-dad had 
fucked her regularly from the first time at twelve). 

She always carried a concealed switch-blade, and a 
razorblade sewn inside her leather skirt. Belinda had 
prided herself on staying alive and safe; she didn't do 
drugs, and never allowed a pimp to own her. One day, 
she wanted to get out of this life... "You having a 
good night?"

Belinda turned at the sound of the smooth, seductive 
female voice to see a tall, raven-haired woman peering 
at her. She had not heard the approach of footsteps, 
and was puzzled... but sometimes the fog did muffle 
noises. "It's slow," she said, wondering if this was 
competition. 

The woman moved in front of her, and Belinda saw that 
she was dressed elegantly, but provocatively - had on a 
calf-length, form-fitting suede skirt that was split up 
the side to reveal a flash of her shapely leg. A brown 
blouse with a high collar set off her pale, pale 
face... red-lipsticked full lips that were smiling 
beneath dark, piercing eyes studying her. Something 
about the woman made her uneasy, and she asked, "I 
don't believe I've seen you around?"

"No, I don't work the streets. Not anymore." 

The woman lifted a hand, gestured vaguely. "Seedy, this 
neighborhood. Wouldn't you like something better?" 

Belinda went on alert: Was this a pimp's proposal 
through a hooker? But as if reading her mind the woman 
said in the smooth voice, "I am not working for a pimp. 
I run a high-class call girl service, and I've seen you 
around. You could join us, have it a lot better." 

Shaking her head, Belinda stated, "Nope. Not me. I work 
for no one, just myself."

"It's not exactly what you're thinking. You get to keep 
ALL your profits. It's just a place to work, have space 
for the johns." She smiled again. "Much better 
clientele, better earnings too." 

That did interest Belinda. She looked closely at the 
woman; there was something still vaguely disturbing 
about her - almost a strange glow surrounding her 
presence. And that ghastly white makeup... it made her 
face seem almost ghoulish. But perhaps it was something 
she did to attract certain johns. 

Belinda said, "I'm listening." 

The woman replied, "My name is Rowan. Why don't you 
come on over and take a look at our place, see what you 
think." She hesitated, staring deeply into Belinda's 
eyes, and for a moment, it was as if Belinda was 
transfixed. "No obligation, just a visit." 

Oddly, Belinda found herself nodding, agreeing and 
starting to trail the woman down the street, where a 
snazzy black Jaguar was parked. As they got into the 
expensive car, Belinda thought that if Rowan made the 
kind of money to afford this car, then perhaps she WAS 
interested in this offer, after all.

* * *

When they pulled up to one of the magnificent Victorian 
houses in the exclusive hillside neighborhood, Belinda 
was even more impressed. She followed Rowan up the 
sidewalk, across the porch, into the house... 
glittering with restored grandeur.

Stunned, Belinda stood just inside the door, gaping at 
the high-ceilings and gleaming hardwood floors, the 
collection of antique furniture, burnished brass and 
curving stairway that led up to a second floor. Off to 
her left was a closed door, but she could hear subtle 
laughter, guttural groans and noises that suggested 
sexual activities. On her right was an open door, 
through which she could see several beautiful, well-
dressed young women lounging around on velvet-sofas and 
armchairs.

Rowan invited her along the hallway, then into a small 
room at the back of the house; it was more modest, 
seeming to be an office with desk, bookshelves, 
computer, file cabinets. Gesturing to a chair, Rowan 
said, "Sit down a minute, and we'll discuss the 
details. I assume you like what you've seen so far?" 
Belinda nodded, feeling trashy in her street-hooking 
outfit. 

She tried to feign a callus attitude, but feared it 
wasn't working. As she sat in the chair, she noticed 
that there was a sudden change in Rowan - her face 
became a little more animated, and she leaned very 
close to Belinda, inhaling, as if to capture her scent. 
She put a cool finger on Belinda's cheek, asking, "You 
are aroused, yes?"

And it was true, Belinda's arousal from earlier had not 
entirely abated. And the blunt remark had the effect of 
making her clit throb convulsively. Unable to deny it, 
she nodded, then felt the cool fingertip trace her lips 
as Rowan knelt down, very close to her, and asked in a 
husky voice, "Ever been with a woman?" Shaking her 
head, Belinda thought back to how she'd always wondered 
what it would be like - and some of the johns had often 
requested a threesome, her and another woman with them. 
But she had not trusted any other female hooker, so had 
never had that experience. 

"Uh, I... never really had the opportunity." Rowan 
smiled that suggestive smile, running the tip of her 
red tongue over her full lips, saying, "Ah, then you 
have no objection?" 

Suddenly Belinda wondered if THAT was the purpose of 
this... a pickup, a trick for Rowan with her. She 
blurted out, "No... but is that why you brought me 
here, you want to be with me?"

Rowan shook her head, said, "Not exactly." She paused, 
leaned even closer, so close her warm breath touched 
Belinda's face. "But I find you very desirable and 
delicious. Here, we service the males, but in our... 
free time, we indulge our own desires for lesbian 
tastes." Belinda felt her face getting hot, but her 
pussy was steaming. She imagined what it might be like 
to have sex with this cool, aloof raven-haired older 
woman... and that made her almost tremble with 
anticipation. Strangely, she felt incredibly attracted 
to Rowan - but in more than just a purely sexual, 
physical way. 

It was as if the woman had a powerful, almost hypnotic 
allure... especially as she stared steadily into 
Belinda's eyes. Mesmerized, Belinda was unable to move. 
And oddly, she knew that she was not in control with 
this woman - but her very helplessness increased her 
lustful craving. When Rowan reached forward, one hand 
cupping Belinda's sensitive breast, a spark of fire 
leapt between them. Belinda heard herself beg, "Oh yes, 
touch me, please!"

Rowan lifted the tight-fitted leather top, pulling it 
over Belinda's head, and leaving her naked to the 
waist. Belinda's full, swollen breasts stood out 
prominently, the nipples achingly hard, and she thrust 
her body forward, crying, "Touch me, please!" Rowan's 
dark eyes never left Belinda's, holding her spellbound 
as Rowan moved forward, her mouth going to the erect 
nipples, starting to tease, nibble, and then suck in 
the hard orbs, licking and sucking, making Belinda 
strain forward and arch her body into Rowan's embrace. 

They stood, and were face-to-face, Rowan's hand at the 
back of Belinda's neck, urging her forward and their 
mouths met, began to kiss, lips opening, tongues 
mingling, the kiss deepening as Belinda moaned, 
pressing her body into Rowan's, eager and burning with 
need. She begged between kisses, "God, help me, I've 
never... been... I need it, need something, touch me... 
ohhh, touch me down there, please!" 

And then, suddenly, Rowan pulled away, only her cool 
fingertips lingering on Belinda's tight, hard nipples. 
"Soon, very soon. For now, you must follow me upstairs. 
Come, come..."

Trancelike, Belinda followed Rowan out of the office, 
along the hallway, up the winding stairway... totally 
unaware of the two young women who came out of the 
large room and trailed along after them as they went 
toward a bedroom along the second floor corridor. The 
women had an evil, sinful gleam in their lust-glazed 
eyes, their lips parted to reveal sharp, lethal 
fangs... 

* * *

Belinda barely noticed the cavernous bedroom lit with 
candles. It was as if she felt luminous all through her 
body, afire, trembling with a searing sexual heat that 
made her willing to follow helplessly. She'd been 
aroused with the john earlier, but had never felt this 
peculiar weakness for surrendering; all she wanted was 
to be with Rowan, to have the voluptuous older woman 
possess her, to do her bidding. Rowan remained close to 
Belinda, leading her across the oriental carpet, 
holding her damp hand, squeezing it reassuringly, 
stroking the palm and saying, "Yes, come, come to the 
throne of desire, where you will fall beneath my spell, 
bewitched."

Massive, ponderous antique furniture, a dresser, 
wardrobe, long sofa, wingchairs were arranged against 
the rose-patterned wallpaper, shadows flickering from 
the many candles. At the far end sat an enormous oaken 
poster-bed with carven lion's features at top and 
bottom, a sheer burgundy fabric obscuring the bed. 
Rowan went forward, pulled back the material, showing 
Belinda that the purple satin sheets were turned back, 
ready for them.

Entranced, Belinda stood there motionless. Yet she was 
so wet that she felt the flow on her leg, running from 
her cunt; and with each of Rowan's touches, a light 
press of hand, a finger on her lips... she was so near 
climax that she could barely contain it. She managed to 
ask, "What do you... want of me?" Rowan leaned forward, 
took both her swollen breasts in her hands, lightly 
cupping and kneading them, bringing tears of pleasure 
to Belinda's eyes. 

Rowan's fingertips were playing with the erect nipples, 
feather-light touches, the merest hint of pressure and 
then retreating. Belinda moaned, rolling her eyes in 
her head, nearly faint with desire... she'd never 
experienced anything remotely like this.

Rowan told her to close her eyes, and then Belinda felt 
hands undressing her, pulling her tight skirt down over 
her hips, whispery voices all around her, making her 
curious. But she kept her eyes shut, for Rowan said, 
"Don't peek, now, just stay still, lovely, innocent 
one. Soon we shall pleasure you beyond measure."

When she was pressed back, then down on the cool satin 
sheets, Belinda sank into the soft mattress without 
resistance. Then there were more whispery noises, the 
low hum of female voices, the swish of fabric, perhaps 
clothing being removed... and then, Belinda felt the 
moist, sweet sensation of sucking at her breasts. 

Opening her eyes, she saw Rowan astraddle of her naked 
body, thin, strong thighs on either side of her, 
slender white, nude body lowered over her own, mouth 
open, sucking on her engorged breasts, tongue licking, 
licking and flicking around her painfully hard nipples. 
"Ooooh," Belinda moaned, "that makes me... need... " 
Rowan raised up, stared into her eyes, concluding, 
"need to be touched on your sex."

"God yes!" Belinda writhed, her body lifting, her flat 
stomach making contact with Rowan's shaven pussy, the 
swollen clit red with fiery tenderness. For a moment, 
Rowan rubbed it against Belinda's flesh, her eyes 
staring with an intent, but abstracted vision. 
Gradually, Belinda realized that Rowan was not getting 
the same pleasure as she was... but it didn't matter, 
all she wanted was to surrender, to be conquered.

As if reading her thoughts, Rowan suddenly lay flat 
atop her, breasts to breasts, and rubbed her body... 
suggestively humping, their mounds striking, making 
Belinda cry out with passionate ecstasy. She was on the 
very verge of climax, when Rowan moved off her, getting 
up, leaving the bed. Stunned, Belinda sat up, her hand 
going automatically to her aching clit, about to rub 
it, to masturbate when Rowan commanded harshly, "No. 
Don't touch yourself!" 

Belinda stopped, going utterly still. Then she became 
aware of the other women, one on either side of the 
bed, staring raptly at her. One was a beautiful young 
blonde; the other was a thin, severe-featured brunette. 
Rowan said, "These girls live here too, and they want 
to welcome you." 

Again, Belinda was shocked at the thrill of excitement 
that pulsated through her body; it was extremely 
erotic, sitting there naked and aroused, seeing the 
women's eyes devouring her with their hungry gaze. 
"I'll do... whatever you want."

Rowan told her to lie down, spread her legs, and then 
commanded the blonde, "Nicole, lie down beside her," 
which she did, getting very close, her cool skin 
against the hot, sensitive skin of Belinda. The other 
girl, who Rowan called 'Lela' did the same on the other 
side of her. 

At Rowan's command, the girls began to stroke and 
fondle Belinda, bringing her instantly to a fever-pitch 
of intensity. She could hardly breathe, only moan and 
beg for one of them to touch her aching, swollen clit 
that protruded from her red bush. The slippery wetness 
between her legs felt like gushing rapids, and Nicole 
kept dipping a finger in it, then slathering moisture 
up and down her inner thighs... driving Belinda mad 
with prolonged arousal.

All at once, Rowan started blowing out the candles; 
within moments, the room was almost entirely in 
darkness. Belinda's eyes could not adjust to the 
darkness, and she was at the mercy of the fingers and 
hands, the mouths moving over her nude body, realizing 
that these women were so abnormally cool-skinned... 
wondering why they weren't as hot, lathered with sweat, 
as frenzied as she was. 

Her breasts felt so painfully swollen, the nipples sore 
from the constant sucking, licking... but then, as she 
begged again for release, she felt something hard at 
her crotch, something certainly NOT of human flesh. It 
felt rubbery, stiff, and damp, a round tip... trying to 
see, Belinda could only make out shadowy forms of the 
women, a spill of moonlight from parted curtains 
illuminating the bed.

Rowan's voice came then, close to her ear. "Close your 
eyes, just feel this, it makes it so much better in the 
dark." 

Belinda did so, and lay very still, while her whole 
body ached with the tremendous, tumultuous sensations 
of exquisite arousal. She felt her breasts being 
suckled again, and thought it was Rowan there now... 
her nipples were drawn, pulled, kissed, sucked, licked 
and then, bitten lightly, which hurt at first... but 
then, gave her intense pleasure. 

The pain increased though, and she felt the other two 
kissing her all over, their tongues running up and down 
the length of her body. One girl was down between her 
legs, and oh God, now moving up, up, tongue at the tip 
of her budding, throbbing clit... Belinda screamed, "Oh 
please, please do it!"

The blissful feeling of the tongue on her clit, the 
stroking up and down, up and down started... it nearly 
drove her mad, the sheer pleasure of that first touch, 
and she arched up off the bed, crying out, "Fuck me, 
fuck me, please!" At that moment, the rigid instrument 
was inserted into her cunt in one hard, swift move that 
brought a wild, searing, flooding pleasure all through 
her; she bucked forward, pressed down, wanting it as 
deep as possible. 

Vaguely, she was aware of her breasts still being 
suckled, her nipples bitten... and then, a piercing 
pain beneath one breast, which almost took her breath 
away. But before she could protest, the pain melted 
into a kind of savage stimulus, shattering her with its 
beautiful rapture. Her mind went into a spin, and all 
sensations were intensified a thousand times, the 
probing rod in her cunt felt enormous, filling her with 
glorious rapturous spasms as she felt it plunging in 
and out, the biting on her nipples felt like 
excruciating pinpoints of ecstasy, her body one 
flowing, melting volcano of tormented bliss. 

The eruption of pain and pleasure blotted out all 
thought, and she was lost to the moment of intensity... 
a feeling of surging, singing wildness flooded her mind 
with visions of dark skies and flickering starlight.

Rising up off the bed, she felt her climax begin in the 
depth of her being, spreading outward, lifting her and 
pounding her, pulling and tugging her higher, higher 
... the hands, the mouths, the lips, the tongues all 
over her, licking, caressing, doing vulgar things down 
there, fingers rubbing her clit as she soared and 
screamed of mind-numbing rapture. 

Obliquely, she saw through half-closed eyes that Rowan 
was lying atop her, her mouth beneath the pained 
breast, clinging to her as if for life itself. An alien 
fear mingled with her wild ecstasy, but it only served 
to revive the dying climax; another started, blossoming 
and flowering through her clit, throughout her pelvis, 
her body, a finger still stroking and provoking yet 
another and another climax, bringing her off again and 
again, the long, hard object still inserted and being 
moved slowly, slowly in and out as she came repeatedly. 

She lost count of the multi-orgasms, had never known 
she was capable of such fantastic feats of endurance, 
repeated climaxes battering her body, her clit atremble 
with readiness, over and over... into near oblivion. 
She was getting so weak, her body still pulsating with 
the painful orgasms... but she was close to fainting 
when finally Rowan lifted her head away from her 
breast, and moved back.

Rowan's face was deep in shadow, and Belinda was too 
exhausted to see the glinting evil satisfaction of 
satiated blood lust... the red droplets still clinging 
to her full, ripe lips as she whispered, "Rest now, my 
love. Soon you will be one of us... ladies of the 
night."

* * *

Sometimes later that night, Belinda awoke to the 
feeling of light caresses over her nude body. Before 
she could think straight, she was highly aroused again, 
her sex stimulated, swollen between her legs. She began 
to beg for touch down there, for she felt as if an 
orgasm was close. But again, she was denied. Daring to 
open her eyes, Belinda could barely see in the dim 
moonlight... but finally realized that Rowan was 
suckling at her breast again. Beside her, she also felt 
the form of the two girls; they must have all fallen 
asleep, and then awoke to seduce her yet again. 

Giving in to the ecstasy coursing through her body, she 
let them fondle and caress her... suddenly feeling the 
hard object teasing at her cunt. She spread her legs, 
begging for it, and the object slid in smoothly, 
filling her emptiness... as the hands moved over her 
sensitive skin, making her body tremble with near 
convulsive stimulation.

The piercing pain came again beneath her breast, at the 
same instant as her other breast nipple was bitten 
hard; the wild, keening pain hit her, but then it 
suddenly turned into that misty, dreamy floating 
sensation. The carnal manipulations continued, tongues 
licking between her thighs, all the way to her feet, 
her toes being sucked, and all the time, climax so near 
she could hardly endure the need to relieve it. 

When finally a touch fell upon her clit, she bucked up 
high, started to cum hard, her body almost convulsing 
with orgasmic spasms, over and over, one after the 
other until she couldn't make a sound, only succumb to 
the battering orgasms that crashed through her body. 
When at last Rowan took her mouth away from Belinda's 
breast, she went up to her lips, saying, "Taste this, 
love, it will make you feel strong again." 

At the first sip of blood, a powerful burst of rapture 
revived Belinda; she felt it course through her body, 
renewing her energy, vibrating hotly in her clit, 
climax thrilling her again, and again, each of Rowan's 
kisses deeper, her tongue going into her mouth, down 
deeper, sealing her fate... as Belinda's body rose up, 
up to meet Rowan's thirst to possess her. 

Heart fluttering, eyes unfocused, Belinda looked 
through a veil of shadow as Rowan lifted her head, then 
went down, down... her long, snakelike, forked tongue 
flicking out to enflame Belinda's swollen, thick clit. 
At the first touch, Belinda screamed out, louder and 
louder, "Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me with it, pleaaaase fuck 
me, tongue me... do it, do it, do it!"

The hard object was withdrawn from Belinda's cunt 
immediately, and the two women left the bed. The moment 
of transformation was at hand. Rowan's forked tongue 
ran into Belinda's cunt, deep, deeper until Rowan's 
mouth was pressed against Belinda's wet, saturated 
mound; she began to fuck her, running it in and out, in 
and out. The two girls were beside the bed now, one 
kneeling between the other's legs, her forked tongue 
deep in her cunt, fucking the same way Rowan and 
Belinda were doing on the bed. 

The bedroom became suffused in an ethereal glow, a 
bluish vapor, the women's moans and impassioned 
coupling noises rising eerily into the night. 
Downstairs, the men being entertained in an orgy by the 
other prostitutes lifted their eyes upward, wondering 
what in hell was going on upstairs... as the ladies of 
the night greedily eyed their victims.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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