Brittany left willingly from the bar where I met her as all the girls do. At twenty three years old, I’ve got those bad boy good looks in black jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. The ladies like my strong shouldered rangy body and what they’ve described as ‘soulful brown eyes’. An easy smile in my scruffy face with a height of six foot, my genuine love of women, charm and the money I splash out makes me oh so attractive. So she came with me. Willingly. Brittany is a cute little thing; a former gymnast who grew too tall with tits and slate green eyes. She was now trying to make it as a model here in Manhattan. Blonde with the face of a spoiled pixie, she did turn heads as we walked the dark streets back to my place. She may’ve really had a chance of being a top model.
We walked a short distance down the busy streets back to the brownstone on a dark side street. Under the weak glow of a street lamp, we walked up the steps to the door which I unlocked, and we entered the quiet foyer. I turned on the light to reveal the dove grey walls and white and black checkered floor. It was neat and clean with fresh flowers in a vase on a side table.
She asked, “Wow, do you own this?”
“My aunt does. She’s been in it for like forever,” I said, dropping my keys in a bowl. “She bought it during the stock market crash of the 1930’s for next to nothing.”
“Good investment.”
“She’s talented like that.”
Down the narrow hall, leading back to the kitchen, a light snapped on in the sitting parlor.
I said, “It seems she’s up. Let’s be polite and say hello.”
“Okay.”
Brittany believed she’d be meeting a gnarled grey haired woman. Instead she was met by a modern looking woman who looked no older than twenty five sitting on a blue and gold damask wing back chair. Her champagne blonde hair was pulled back in a severe bun and she was dressed in wide cream wool slacks and a platinum satin bra top. Her skin was near luminescent with the luster of a pearl. Her stiletto nails gleamed with cranberry lacquer. There wasn’t a wrinkle on her face, not a scar on her skin nor fat on her exposed stomach. She was smooth as a great white snake.
“Aunt Delilah, this is my friend, Brittany. We’re going to party in my room. You don’t mind, do you?”
In her soft French accent, Delilah replied, “Of course not, although I do ask that you two to keep the noise down.”
“Of course.”
Her eyes shifted to the young woman I found on a dating app. Brittany began to fall under their influence as Delilah’s eyes are hypnotic. They turn colors like a kaleidoscope from flint grey to lavender to the palest blue.
Delilah asked, “So Brittany, you are not a virgin. How many men have you had?”
“Only one. A high school boyfriend. Oh my God. Why did I say that?”
Any reasonable girl would have been offended and left, but Brittany is caught in Delilah’s web and is compelled to tell the truth.
“Come on,” I said, grabbing her by the hand. “I’ve got a present for you upstairs.”
“It was nice to meet you,” she said with a little wave of her hand as I led from the room.
We walked up the stairs to the second floor and I opened the door to my bedroom. She gasped. My bedroom is big and blue, twice the size of an average Manhattan one bedroom apartment. She looked up at the twenty foot ceiling adorned with cherubs, clouds and gold leaf.
She said, “Your room is huge.”
“Yeah, it was two rooms. Delilah knocked out the wall and made it into a suite.”
I opened up the mini fridge and offered her a beer. She nodded yes and I opened it and handed it to her.
“You’re not joining me?” she said.
“A little later.”
She sipped the beer as she glanced around my somewhat messy room. Clothes were thrown about. Cologne bottles cluttered my dresser, and my shoes, note books and comic books were strewn across the floor. Only my two guitars, one acoustic and electric, sat neatly in their stands.
I said, “So are your tits really pierced?”
“Yeah. Wanna see?”
I nodded. She whipped her shirt over her head. She was braless.
“See?” she said.
Her breasts were as pert as in the pictures she had sent me; full with upturned nipples. Each of her rose pink nipples was pierced with penny sized golden hoops. I touched one with my index finger and she giggled.
I said, “I have a present for you.”
“Really? What?”
I retrieved the little gold box from my dresser and handed it to her.
She asked, “What’s this for?”
“Happy birthday,” I said.
“It’s not my birthday.”
“Let’s pretend that it is. Open it.”
She opened it and took out the gold chain.
I said, “It’s for your titties.”
She took the ‘Y’ shaped chain from the box and lifted it to her eyes.
I gently took the chain from her hands and clipped each end to her nipple hoops. I turned her around to look in the mirror. She smiled at the sight of the gold dangling from her breasts past her navel. I leaned down to kiss her neck and she shyly shivered as my lips grazed her skin.
I murmured into her ear, “You’re beautiful.”
She giggled and shied away. I reached around and took the chain in my hand. She faced me and gave me a sexy smirk as I slowly took up the chain’s slack and pulled her towards me with a gentle tug. I bent my head to lick her pale pink nubs and sucked one and then the other. Sucked them? I worshipped them. She ran her fingers through my hair as my tongue flicked over flesh and metal. I stuck my hand down her pants. She was moist. I dropped to my knees to kiss her tight waist and shoved my tongue in her sexy belly button. My hands caressed her butt in her jeans as I nuzzled her flesh, enjoying its heat and taste and the feel flesh under tongue. But I couldn’t get carried away. Not yet.
I stood and kissed her. Then I led her by the chain to the hall. She hesitated at my bedroom doorjamb but I pulled the chain.
“Come on,” I said. “I want to show you something.”
She shyly came out of my room and I led her down the hall that ends at a set of double doors. I knocked before opening the door. Aunt Delilah stood there now dressed in a long floral satin robe. Her pale blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her eyes were trained on us. Brittany hesitated. I could feel her pull against the chain as Delilah approached. Delilah reached out and gently pinched her nipples as Brittany stared in her eyes. I handed Delilah the chain.
“Come,” she said to Brittany.
Brittany followed her like a leashed slave and glanced over her shoulder at me one last time as I closed the double doors from outside the room. I returned to my room and closed the door to flop on my bed beside the wall which separates my room from Delilah’s boudoir. I could hear Brittany’s whimpers through the wall as I drank from her still cold beer. Her girlish cries aroused me as they always do. The begging, the moaning; it turns me on. My hand wandered into my pants. Brittany’s whimpers made me hot. They can last for three minutes or several hours, depending on if Delilah has time to savor her meal. I pulled my dick out of my pants as I listened, languidly stroking myself to the sounds of Brittany’s slow orgasmic death. I couldn’t help it. I had to see it. I crept out my room to peep through the crack of her double doors. Brittany was lying back on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Delilah was knelt on the floor between her thighs, licking her sex. Brittany groaned and her head moved from side to side when Delilah sank his teeth into her groin, hitting the femoral artery in her upper thigh, which is her favorite place to sup. With her head between the girl’s thighs, she looked as though she were pleasuring the girl. Delilah was in fact pleasuring the girl to some degree as it feel like sweet death when a vampire drinks from you. Fear fades away and you become aroused before reality seems to fade away into a dream. It’s like heroin high. I know. I’ve had both.
I was still fondling myself when Delilah quickly turned to look over her shoulder at me peeking through the door. Her lips were smeared with blood. They hovered over Brittany’s pussy between the limp legs hanging over the bed’s edge. I took my hand out of my pants and backed away from her door. She hates being watched when she feeds.
I went back to my room to finish myself off to Brittany’s moans. I wanted to cum on her, spurt in her open mouth, wanted to cum inside her tight pink gushiness. With that, I busted a load. It spurted into the air to land on my pants. God, I wished I could’ve fucked her before she died.
It was around four a.m., long after I fell asleep, when I heard my door creak open. I didn’t hear Delilah enter with her light, quick footsteps. Rather I felt her cool body slide behind me into my bed. She was in her newly fed stupor, acting drunk and sated and happy. It always makes me nervous when her lips near my jugular but in the two hundred and fifty years of her existence, she’s never attacked the person who tends to her. She’s just too vulnerable. Even with all her millions and immortality, she was helpless as a slug in the sun.
She said, “You know I like virgins.”
“They’re too hard to find.”
“At least she wasn’t sullied early by too many men.”
“Was she tasty?”
“Quite. Thank you.”
“She was from Iowa.”
“Corn fed.”
I chuckled. She cuddled closer to me, still warming from her meal.
I asked, “Can I have just a lick?”
She bit her wrist and placed it before me and I licked the dark blood oozing from the holes.
Now the best I can describe drinking vampires blood is the most intense orgasm times your favorite memory wrapped in a chewy brownie of pure bliss. It’s the best trip ever. It brings one closer to the orgasmic center of the universe where everything is explained and known. And I was zooming there on Delilah’s life elixir.
She stroked my hair and said, “The way you led the little one in by her nipples reminds me of Paris in nineteen hundred and twenty five. There was a dancer who let men lead her by a chain attached to les tétons. Those were the days of the exotique you know. Josephine Baker. Mata Hari. Exciting times.”
She kissed me, relaxed and languid.
“Thank you, my love,” she said.
“You’re welcome, Dee.”
Chapter 1 from [Pleasing Delilah](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01NCOY6DY/). **FREE** on Kindle Unlimited.
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Probably the most confused boner I’ve had thus far. What the actual fuck lol