*I have a few of these stories from my time running a student bar (and since then as a guy living in London)… Thought I should get them written down. If you like this let me know and I’ll try and get some others up. Feel free to DM me constructive criticism of my writing style so I can improve future tales.*
It’s Halloween 2008, I’m running a campus bar in the UK and we are throwing a mini Halloween themed event. Think mandatory fancy dress, spooky cocktails, apple bobbing in the car park, decorations everywhere. I’ve fully thrown myself into the spirit of Halloween, painted my skin (entire body and face) in red paint, have horns on my head and a Cape.
It’s a fairly busy night, the bar is only visited by students as its in the middle of a residential area on a campus, and is primarily the pre-watering hole for the student union night club. This means that the bar is full of horny first year uni-students, half a term into their first semester, dressed as only students can on Halloween. Costumes include slutty demons, slutty bunnies, slutty vampires, superheroes, generic vampires and demons and morph suits.
It was 10pm, and I’d been serving non-stop for 2 hours at this point, the bar consistently 3 people deep. Things were starting to level out, so I went outside for a smoke break. Half way through my cigarette, over walks a girl dressed in a black bra with lace embroidery, a black faux-leather skirt, fishnet tights, and high heels. The girl was about 5 ft 6, very dark hair, red contact lenses, deep red lipstick, and a set of fake vampire teeth in her mouth.
“If you weren’t already the devil, I’d tell you that smoking kills you” she says in a (continental) European accent that I couldn’t place.
“Sorry…” I mumble, a bit surprised at someone randomly approaching me, “… Do vampires smoke?” I continue, holding my cigarette out for her to take if she pleases.
“This one does” she giggles with a smile, placing the cigarette to her lips and taking a full drag. As she passes it back, there is red lipstick all over the filter tip, but that doesn’t matter to me as my face is completely red anyway. She shuffles her skirt up a little, and places herself on the bench next to me, our legs grazing together faintly. We sit there in silence for maybe 30 seconds, I continue smoking, but I’m a sucker for a lace bra so I’m staring at this girls pert, c-cups without even thinking about it.
“Cheeky!” the girl exclaims with a smile “just because you are the devil, doesn’t mean you can do whatever you like”.
I awkwardly glance away and apologise, but she is OK about it, guys have been staring at her boobs all night. We continue chatting innocuously for a couple minutes, and she explains that she’s just out for the night with her housemate, but actually she might not go to the club as its not really her scene. I’m a bit more confident at this point, I’ve had a couple of minutes to get my head away from the busy fog that was clouding the initial interaction, so I ask what she plans on doing instead of going clubbing, and if there’s any student house parties I can gatecrash when I get out of the bar at 00.30.
The vampire pauses for a second, looks me in the eye and says “It is Halloween, so I just want to be bad for the night, and do things that bring me closer to the devil”. I don’t know whether it’s what she said, how she said it, the lace bra, the fact in dressed as the devil and our legs are grazing, or something else, but this sentence made my dick throb in my pants. A cloud of sexual tension had suddenly replaced the busy fog that had stunted our initial interaction, and we were staring at each other, working each other out.
“Define bad?” I ask softly, not removing my gaze from hers. “How can you get any closer to the devil than you are right now?” I say, increasing the pressure between our legs slightly.
She looks at me, and I can, see her breathe on the air. The cogs are turning in her head, and there’s a glint in her eye but it never gazes away from mine. She (from now we will refer to her as V) removes her vampire teeth, and bluntly says “Well I think it would be a great honour for a vampire to suck the devil’s blood”.
Where before there had been a slight throb, my dick had now instantly hardened. The thought of this girls lips anywhere near my body was enough to get my brain whirring at 5,000 miles per hour. Without saying anything, I tilt my head away from her, exposing my neck, and move it closer to her mouth, offering it to her.
With zero hesitation, V’s lips are pressed against my neck, her left hand is clasping my chin, and her right hand is grabbing the top of my thigh, hard enough to leave finger bruises. She let’s out a moan as her lips suck the skin on my neck, which turns me on further, and makes me make that soft outward breathe sound that you make when something really hot is happening.
After a few seconds on my neck, the hand on my leg slides closer to my dick, and I’m thinking only about kissing her, her lips to mine, and how it might lead to something more, when suddenly, I feel this deep intense, sharp, biting pain on my neck. V’s teeth were sunk deep into me, and suddenly everything that I thought was sexy about the situation was completely removed. V genuinely wanted to taste my blood.
“Fuck” I exclaim, moving my neck away from V’s gnashers. Not understanding the pain I was in, she just giggled, and let out an “mmmm” sound. I’ll be honest, I’m confused as fuck right now, not sure if I’m horny or angry, really turned on, but also concerned for the integrity of my artery! Thankfully I wasnt bleeding, but you wouldn’t know because the red paint on my neck hid everything else.
Noticing that I’m in pain, V says “Let me make it up to you”, grabs my phone (it’s 2008 so I’m rocking a Razr2 flip phone), puts her number in and drop calls herself. “Devils taste good” V says as she stands up and walks back inside, “maybe ill let you bite me later”.
I head back to work for the rest of my shift, confused about what just happened, but still a little horny. I notice V and her housemate in the bar after I get back to serving, and they keep talking and glancing over at me. Maybe another hour passes and V walks over to me just as I am walking towards my office and says that she is going, and that I should call her later.
V is stood between me and my Office door, which is in a small inlet in the wall. Her housemate is standing next to her, shorter than V at about 5ft 3, short light brown hair, and innocent looking face, dressed as little bo peep. Not sexy little bo beep, but zombie little bo peep – with rips all over her dress and blood everywhere. In fairness… Zombie little bo peep is still sexy… But also slightly scary! Bo whispers into V’s ear nervously and then stands there with her gaze shifting between the two of us.
“I told my housemate about tasting the Devil, and she is jealous” explained V bluntly. “She wants to know if she can taste the Devil too? Or maybe even have a good bye kiss?”
Bo is staring at me, smiling, V is staring at me, smiling, and I’m someone who loves to please a crowd, but in all honesty… Its V who I wanted to kiss. So in a moment of confidence that was uncharacteristic of me at the time, I told V exactly that.
“I’d actually like to kiss you good bye…” I say with a pause, before turning to Bo… “You are very cute, but I don’t just let anyone suck on my neck”.
As if she had anticipated this response, V instantly responded “How about you kiss both of us? At the same time?”. V was holding Bo’s hand at this point, and both of them stepped towards me, but also towards each other and started kissing. Bo reached out her hand and grabbed my arm, pulling me into them. I’m rigid with surprise, fear and joy, rock hard at the thought of my first ever three way kiss.
Guided by Bo, my mouth makes its way towards the mouths of V and Bo and we start kissing, a mixture of lips and tongues… And for all the awkwardness, to this day i remember how hot it was. Bo’s hand was on my back pulling me against them, the force of that was making me press them against the door to my office. V’s hands were all over my chest and my dick through my jeans. MY HANDS, after starting on the faces and necks of Bo and V, had made their way down to both of their inner thighs. My left hand had slid up V’s short black skirt, and I could feel her wetness leaking through her pants onto her thigh. In all honesty I would have fucked them both there and then, and not cared about losing my job.
We keep kissing, Bo undoes the top button of my jeans and slides her hand into my pants, grabbing my dick and starting to stroke. The hand that I have on V’s leg slides her panties to one side, and I slide a finger into her as she let’s out a moan.
After maybe another 10 seconds of this, V stopped kissing me, pushed me away from them, and started aggressively kissing Bo against the door for another 10-20 seconds, whilst I stand there, dick hard, precum already flowing, and feeling like I’m in a perfect dream. When the kissing stopped, the two housemates still holding hands, looked at me, smiled, and walked towards the exit. Bo sheepishly muttered a thank you, and V turned and told me to call her when I get off if I wanted to carry on from where we left off.
So that is exactly what I did. I called… and it was great. Bo moved her hips in ways that I’ve never found anyone able to replicate, V left me with bite marks all over my body, and made me cum inside her in such a risky way that it’s scarred me ever since. But that’s Part two. If people are interested in reading it then let me know.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ehhry9/barman_kisses_vampire_across_the_bar_on_halloween
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