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She just drove a little while before she realized she was lost. She started watching the streets, trying to find her way back to her home when the woman walked across the road in front of her. She wore a black mini skirt, worn thigh high boots, and a tank top. She looked like a meth head. Susan slowed, pulling over to park as she watched the woman walking along the street, her purse swinging from her crossed arms.



Susan felt something was going on so she got out of the truck, followed the woman. She went down a alleyway, and she walked a little closer when a door open, light falling on a set of stairs. A mid age woman came up the stairs, motion her to come toward her. “Bout time you both got here. You are over 20 minutes late.” The woman she had been following turned to her, seeing her for the first time. “Come on! We have a full house, all 5 slots full. Number 3 is a new customer.” She followed them down the stairs, into the basement of a dark building. The hallway had doors to one side, bare bulb lighting the hallway.



“Go, get ready.” She shoved the woman toward one of the open doorway. 4 doors, all closed now that the lady she followed in went into, shutting it with just a glance back at Susan. That left only one door open and the older woman pointed to it as she looked down at a clip board. “Candy?” “Uhh…” “Get in there, get naked.” She pointed into the door and Susan went in, the unknown of what was happening making her heart beat faster. “Put the mask on. Safe word?” She asked as Susan looked around the room.



A cot, a blanket laid on top of it. A metal desk like chair with no arms, seat cover soiled. An old beat up desk that she watched the woman count out and layout 5 rubber condoms on. “Safe word?” the older woman who seemed to be running the place asked again, her tone clearly showing she was done waiting for an answer. Susan came up a word, any word “Blueberry pie” She wrote something on a paper, putting it on the desk “CHOCOLATE PIE” She looked at Susan. “Get undressed. Put the mask on. You have keep them waiting long enough.” The older woman yelled at her.



The wooden door slam shut. Susan stood in the small closet size room, and started to undress. Safe word? Did she find a sex club? She had heard of them, and the girl’s words of finding new ways, of maybe more then one man at a time came to mind. She would play along, see how it worked. She heard a door opening, and close someplace in the basement. She pulled off her tennis shoes, socks, removed all her clothing and folded them, placing them on the floor. The floor was dirty, dusty. Musky, moldy, damp. No window.



By the time she finish undressing she could hear moans coming down the hallway. Doors opening and closing, working the way down toward her own door. It seemed the door next door open as she slide the mask over her face. It was red plastic, latched at the back of her head. Her ponytail she left, the mask hiding the top part of her face, leaving her mouth free. She head moans from the room the other woman she had walked in with, the sound of metal moving. She stood there, hearing the sex sounds from next door, from along the hallway.



Her body grew wet, her own hands touching her breast, cupping. She heard the cot moving, able to tell it was against the wall like her own was. Then a few minutes later the door open, closed. Then her own door open. She knew someone was there, felt the eyes on her body. The door closed. She listen, seeing it in her mind’ eye. Cloth being moved, maybe a robe. His words. “On the cot.” She reached behind her, sitting, making sure she landed on the cot. Then he was there, pushing at her.



He was big. He smelled, hot and wet to the touch. She was pushed down on her back, his thick hand pulling her leg up as his weight sunk into the cot, making the sound like she had heard next door. The cot barely held his weight, he was so big. She could hear him ripping something, she laid as he did something. Then he was at her opening, pushing in. He was soft. He tried to push into her but he was too soft. “Fuck it, the pill has …use your hand.” Her hand was pulled, lead to… she felt the rubber, his limp cock.



Has he been able to last 4 times due to a pill? Now he was out of juice. Would he get mad, hit her if she couldn’t get him hard? She pulled off the rubber, dropping it on the cot. She stroked him, tighten around him. He was above her, a heat pouring off him. He was heavy as he laid more on her, turning so she had his cock at her hip. “That is it…stroke it, tighten…yes…yes…” she did, giving him a hand job. He grew hard and she was happy as he was a dissent size. “Keep going… your pressure is as tight as any pussy…. “ he started to moan, deep moans. He squirted, cuming on the cot, on her hand.



He stood off her, his heavy body making the cot rock. He never touched her but walked away. She laid there, listening. Cloth again. Then something hitting the table. The door open and closed.



Left alone in the room she laid, moving away from the wet cum at her hip, she listen to the sounds. Far away a loud scream of pleasure. Next door grunts. Someplace she could hear a “YES!” from a woman. She rub her thighs, waiting for the next. 5. The woman had said a full house. The door open next door so she knew she would be next. The door open, and she sat up. The door closed, sound of cloth. Had to been a robe. The tearing of the pack, “Stand up, against the wall.” She did as order, her hands moving up the wall as his hand cup her ass. “Mmmmm…..” Then the tip of his hard rubber covered cock pushed against her swollen lips. She closed her eyes under the mask, his hand at her hips as he thrust upward.



She gasp, he was long. Deep inside. “Yes…” she said softly, his “Going deep…” as he kept pushing in. She moaned, his head going to the hilt. She open her legs, step back a little, and his hand moved to stroke her ass as he fucked her. She started to pant, her breathing hard. Her heart raced, heating up. She could feel it, her climax that few could bring to her… ‘Yes…” his hand slap her ass and she screamed out, cumming. He shoved her against the wall, taking his own pleasure with deep hard thrusting. Her face slam against the wall as he filled her, his hand pushing at the side of her face.



He pulled out, his own breathing deep. He rub her ass, seemed to be the part of a woman’s body he found sexy. Some guys liked titts, some legs, he was a ass man. He step away and she lowered her arms, turning to listen to the same sounds. Clothing moving, something hitting the table, door open and closing. She took a deep breath, smiled. 3 more fucks like that and she might just not be able to walk.



She reached out, found the chair, sat and waited. The sounds next door grew louder, and he seemed to last a while. This was the new customer, the 3rd. Wonder how long this place had been in business? If the mayor knew about it? How much did the men pay? How far did the boss lady let it go? She was lost in though so she didn’t hear the door open next door. It was her own door opening that had her snap her head up. The door closed then she heard a soft chuckle. Wait- she heard that laughter before.



But she lost the trail of though when he moved close to her, his hand reaching out, hand wrap around her arm, pulling her off the chair. She was turned around, the tie at her hair pulled out. Her long black hair flowed around her shoulders. She heard the tearing of the pack, knew he was putting on the rubber. She stood, knowing he had moved in front of her, sat on the chair. His hand touched her breast, squeezed, twisted the nipples between his finger tips, pulling. She bite her lips, her heart beat speeding. A hand moved off one breast to cup her crotch. Wetness as he finger her folds, stroke her. Her own hands moved to his shoulders, firm and tone. Long hair, she felt facial hair as he pulled her to him. She stunk down on his hard cock, a good size. She purred, her body for the first time in years close to being given enough pleasure. His hands at her hips, moving her in circles, showing her what he wanted. She took over, then his hands moved her up and down as she moved her hips.



His own breathing grew harsh, body heat heating them up. Her legs tighten around his hips and he hissed, but didn’t tell her to stop. She arched her back, threw her head backward, his teeth at her nipples making her cum loudly. Tighten on his cock, his hips, her hands tighten on the top of his shoulders, enough to leave bruises as she had a strong climax. She laughed, happy. Then he held her still, taking his own release. He pumped his hips up, up, up, her gasp at each thrust upward, giving her another smaller climax.



He held her to him, kissing her breast, her chest, her neck. She felt his facial hair, liking how he rub it against her nipples, used his hairy chin to rub her nipples. Next door they could hear a growl, deep growls. Sex. She wanted more, but her stood, pulling her off him. A soft laugh again, but she was too pleased to wonder how she knew it. He moved away from her, her body weak. She pulled the hair off her face, her body hot, knowing she had her own cum running down her thighs.



The same noise, but he stood, looking at her. It was the sound of the door next door opening that made him open her own. The door closed but only after the next person had step in. She felt it- something was different. It was a energy. Sounds of cloth hitting the floor, the tin ripping. Strong wide hands took her hips, lifted her off the floor. She felt her fight come rushing to the surface, but she was softly placed on her hands and knees. The cot took the huge man’s weight and he slam into her. Doggy style he filled her, fully. She put her hands to the wall, trying to keep from being slam into it.



His heavy breathing, his hairy arms around her waist, just holding her as he pumped deeply into her, hard and steady. She moaned, her own mouth open to keep her breathing going. “God…” she whisper, the man felt like a animal taking her. He sat back, pulling her so that she sat on his cock. His hands span her waist, so big that they span her waist easy enough, the top of his hand just under her full breast. She was lifted, the man taking her weight easily, lifted up and down. His body heat was so hot, she felt like he was burning her. Everyplace she felt her skin touch him- he was covered in hair. His chest at her back, his thighs, his arms.



As she placed her hands on his own, unable to stop him or slow him down, she let out a scream as she climaxed. She laid her head back on his shoulder, hairy. His growl, deep and loud, then he snap his teeth above her head, she felt his climax and felt like a water hose had been turned on inside her. She was pushed off him, he stood, she could smell the musky cum, scent. He reached for her hand and it was lead to his cock, soaking wet. She stroke him, knowing he had more cum. A few tight strokes and he finished cuming, spraying on the wall with a deep growl. He walked away, and knew she had to rest. She pulled her legs to her chest, laying as he did the same of dressing, throwing something on the table. He left her and she laid there, her body at peace. Maybe doing more then one man at a time was the way to go. She could do a threesome easy enough. Two men… but the last two customer’s here had went a long long way to pleasing her.



She heard the door next door open, close. She laid there and listen to the sex, the cot sounds, the pounding on the wall, the screams of “FUCK!” from the woman. God- what was he doing to her? She straighten up, walking to the wall, ear to the wall. The scream filled her ear, then a thump. No noise. She heard the door open, close. She step from the wall as her own door open, closed. Cloth being removed, laid on the desk. Then she was shoved against the wall, a hard cock slam into her. She screamed out, the cold body against her own… vampire! She fought him for a few seconds, hands going to his chest, pushing but he kept thrusting into her, so strong her toes left the floor. She moaned, her body needing…



Her nails bite into his chest, racking along his body, his hips in anger. He hissed, the sharp fangs at her shoulder, but not biting. Was it the club owner? Or another vampire? She spoke “Don’t bite me.” A strong warning. In return he pulled out, she was turned with force, slam to the wall. Then she was pulled back, bent over by his hold on her hips, her hands on the wall as he slam into her again.



Had the woman next door been his food? Was he still hard from her? She head the woman next door moving. Maybe she just wasn’t able to handle… “Oh…OH!” her mind went blank as he used a finger to rub her nub, slide his finger nail… she pushed back against his cock, wanting more. He gave it to her. Hands on her hips held her as he pounded into her, hard, fast, strong. She screamed out, bent over, hands on her ankles, her cum pumped out each time he pulled out, running down her leg, to her knees. He filled her with his cum, the coldness deep inside her heat. He step back, pulling out, stood looking at her ass, seeing how his bloody cum mixed with her own.



She was let go and her hands reached out to the wall, keeping her upright. She step to the wall, letting it hold her up. She listen, her breathing still harsh, coming in deeply, but he did not leave. She felt him walking to her, his hand grasp her chin, kissing her deeply. The cold tongue, dry mouth. She stroke his tongue as he wrap her in his arms, moving her to the cot. She felt him getting on the cot, laying down on his back. She laid on him, his cold body such a comfort as her own body burned in heat. His hands traveled along her back, her ass. He slide a finger into her anus, and she moaned, her mouth leaving his to take a deep breath.



His hands lead her, never saying a word, but she was turned, facing his feet. His hard cock was stroke as his fingers used her wetness, dip inside her hot body, as he rimmed her ass, stretching it. She knew he was trying to get her ready, using her cum to lube her. It was touching in a way. While she did not know who the vampire was- it touched her.



He lead her backward, his fingers having worked her a little, to open her up. But his cock was a different matter. She arched her back, pulled away and he let her go. He worked her ass with his fingers, using her cum, his cock laying against her lower back. God- he would fill her do deeply. She moved back, wanting that cock in her.



She sat up, he held his cock as she slowly eased him inside. Her nails bite into his shins, his knees as she took him in. Once she took all of him in- he took over. His hands on her hips lifted her, slam her down. She screamed, knowing it would be heard by all as she had heard them. He kept doing the same, lifting her up off him more and more till she was right on his tip. She covered his hands at her hips, loving the pressure that caused. She rolled her hips, like before with the other man, and she heard a hiss from behind her. She rolled her hips, lowered downward, rolling and rolling. Then she lifted upward, doing it again and again.



His hand pulled at her hair, took hands full as she did this, letting her have control. She tighten her legs at his hip, he did not mind the pressure. She reached between her legs, stroke his hard cock, cupped his balls… and he had enough. Strong bruising hands at her hips, shoved her down, the cock filling her. She screamed out “FUCK!” Then she was on her back, he was taking her, her ass left for the wet heat of her vagina. The cot rocked, banging against the walls, as her legs wrap around his hips, her arms around his waist, nails tearing into his back. His hiss, a grunt followed closely to her own moans. She felt the cold cum mix with her heat, her overheated body cooled by his as he landed on her.



They laid there, the basement silent. Then he stood, pulling away from her arms, legs, untangled himself, and she laid as he dress, left something on the table. The door open, closed. She laid there for a few minutes before she sat up, removed the mask. The cot had blood on it, her thighs had blood. She wore bruises on her breast, her arms, her hips, waist. She looked at her shoulder, no bite, thank god. She just had sex with 5 men. One she knew had been a vampire. One almost a animal in his need. And one… that laugh..



The door open and the older woman step in. Susan moved to get dressed, seeing used condoms on the floor, the sent of sex in the air. The woman was counting cash that had been left on the table. She took half, leaving the rest. “Same time next week. Don’t be 20 minutes late this time.” She walked out and Susan took the money, leaving the mask. The unused last condom making her think of the vampire. No need for a condom for him.



She left by the back door she had came in, looking but not seeing anyone about. She went to her truck, half a hour finding her way home. She ran a hot bath, her body sore in places they have never been sore in before. She yawned, her body at peace unlike any time before. She undressed, counting the money. $460.00. Not bad.