Some Night Stand [Fantasy][MF][Oral][Exhib][Mdom][Fdom]

**Some Night Stand**

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Dana stumbled through the door to her apartment, backwards, her dress pulled up above her breasts, which were already slipped free of her bra. The guy—Blane? Blake? The bar was really loud. He slid a hand between her legs as he walked her backwards into the living room, her keys and purse dropping to the floor as he closed the door behind them.

“You’re very wet.” He said, smiling a little. He leaned down and licked at one of her nipples before coming up and kissing her.

“I don’t normally do this—oh, fuck!” He slipped his hand inside the front of her panties and was teasing at her. “Fuuuck…” She hissed as a finger slipped in.

“But you’re enjoying it, yes?” He asked. She only nodded as he pulled her dress up over her head, reaching quickly behind her back to unhook her bra. She was mostly naked and stepped out of her heels as he pushed her panties down so they fell to her ankles. As he led her to her own bedroom, she left the panties behind with all her other clothes. “I like the hair.” He said, running his fingers through the dark hair between her legs. So many women get rid of it these.” She was almost purring at his touch, and she watched him start to unbutton his shirt, revealing a toned but not beefy chest.

“I normally wax, but let it grow in a bit over the winter.” She said, and played with herself a little, liking how he watched her. “I hadn’t realized you had an accent.”

“The bar was loud.” He smiled.

“I *really* don’t do this…one-night stands. It’s not me.” Dana said this smiling, though, and her legs were spread wide as she sat up on her elbows, watching him undress. He pulled off his pants and was naked seconds later, his cock stiff but not hard. He was uncircumcised—new for her—though she hadn’t been with a bunch of guys. She brazenly reached for his cock and teased it, enjoying the quick response, but he eased her up on the bed and she was surprised as he immediately started lapping at her pussy. A gasp and a long moan escaped from her as he traced her labia, teasing at her opening, quickly finding her clit. She was moaning, swearing laughing. Whatever he was doing seemed to be going on forever and wasn’t enough at the same time. The lights were out, the street light illuminating her body and his hands as he ran them over her thighs, her bush, up to her breasts. She was so wet. “Fuck me. Just fuck me, already.” She gasped, sitting up, but he laughed and pushed her back down on the bed. As his tongue went back to work, she decided not to fight him and rode out what seemed like hours of pleasure, finally coming and feeling hot wetness pulsing between her legs. She closed her eyes and surfed on the swells of orgasm. Her eyes opened, and she was surprised to see the guy nearly dressed, heading out of the bedroom.

“You fell asleep.” He said.

“Asleep?”

“Almost an hour.” He glanced at the clock on her wall. She blinked; it had been nearly ninety minutes. “I wasn’t going to take advantage, but I also wanted to make certain you are okay.”

“You don’t have to go.” She got off the bed, feeling a little wobbly, but not too buzzed. She paused for a moment, realizing she was still fully nude, but paced over to him. “I’m not drunk—not *really* drunk—we could still…” She pulled his cock free from his pants. Dana was wondering if he fucked as well as he used his tongue.

“I’m not sure you’re quite ready for me to…” His building erection said he was interested, but he slid her hand away. “You seemed tired, and if you really want to do this again, I’m at the bar nearly every Friday. He moved to put his penis back in his pants, but she slid to her knees and started pumping him before taking his tip in her mouth. “Ah!” He seemed surprised, but didn’t stop her.

“Let me return the favor, at least.” She smiled, looking up at him, before returning to blowing him in earnest. As she went at it, she felt herself getting wet again, and was half-tempted to pull him back into the bedroom, but he started coming, letting out a long breath but little other sound. She took it all, hot, oddly sweet, as his come filled her mouth. She swallowed and eased off, licking her lips before licking at the tip of him. He pulled her from the floor and kissed her, his tongue making her feel wobbly, as he scooped her up and carried her back to her bed.

“Good night, Dana. I hope you enjoyed yourself.” She had, but she didn’t think much of it, falling asleep quickly, even as the man quietly left her apartment.

—-

The rest of the weekend went by quickly, with all the boring chores of shopping and laundry, bills, and bad TV. By Monday, she felt like crap, thinking she was coming down with a cold, and by Tuesday, she was feeling queasy, some sort of stomach bug. She wasn’t barfing or anything, but generally felt unsettled, and every time she ate, it felt worse. Oddly, she also felt hungry, which was a cruel joke, since eating too much pushed her close to vomiting. At work, in between stomach issues, she was getting headaches from the fluorescent lights, their shimmering and buzzing was keeping her on edge, and while some of her co-workers sympathized, maintenance would do nothing unless the bulbs were outright burnt out. When she started suffering intermittent itching under her clothes by Wednesday evening, she decided to get an appointment with her doctor. Fortunately, her doctor was able to see her the next afternoon, though it meant heading there right after work. She filled out the forms and was weighed and measured by a nurse before being led to an exam room, told to strip, and put on a gown. She undressed quickly, though felt awkward since she was in her work clothes, which meant she was wearing a pantsuit—jacket and scarf included—mismatched but comfortable underwear, pantyhose, and heels. She set all the stuff on a chair in the exam room, and pulled on a thin cotton patient gown. Dana supposed it was silly to feel embarrassed about her underwear or larger than normal pile of clothes since she was sitting on a sheet of paper with her ass hanging out, but it was what it was.

The doctor came in a few minutes later, asked her to describe her symptoms, and then did a cursory physical exam. While the doctor was listening to her issues and taking thorough notes, she also didn’t have much to offer based on the exam.

“It might be something a viral, a stomach bug, head cold, something—stress, of course, based on your description of your work schedule, but I don’t see anything glaringly wrong. No swelling, temp and BP is good, no rash or discoloration.” She shrugged.

“I’m not normally someone who gets sick, and I haven’t changed my diet or anything recently.” She thought for a moment. “Probably in a year, actually. I’ve kind of been on autopilot at my job for a while.”

“Sexual activity?” The doctor asked.

“I, um,” Dana couldn’t believe she was blushing, “I had a one-night stand last weekend. I don’t normally do that sort of thing.” She paused, remembering she’d said the nearly the same thing to her one-night stand. “I haven’t had sex in almost…a year, I guess.”

“Barring last weekend.” The doctor said.

“Well, he went, um, *down* on me, and I returned the favor. We didn’t actually have sex.”

“For the purposes of ruling things out, let’s consider that sex.” The doctor said, making a note. “Did your partner have any visible issues, rashes, blemishes, sniffles even?” Dana’s eyes widened, and the doctor quickly corrected course. “I’m not implying it’s an STD, but you could have easily picked up a cold or something. Or maybe a reaction his cologne in your sheets or something? Have you washed your sheets since?”

“Uh, no…on the rash stuff, the cold, the sheets, too.”

“Anything else unusual?”

“He was foreign, I think…well, he had a slight accent, and he was, um…uncircumcised.”

“That last part isn’t as uncommon—even with Americans these days—as you may think.” The doctor said. “Had he traveled recently, tropical, the Middle East…I’m not trying to scare you…just ruling things out.”

“We, uh, didn’t talk much.”

“And I’m assuming neither of you used protection during the oral sex.” Dana shook her head, blushing again. “Well, I appreciate your candor.” She closed her laptop. “Best I can do right now is recommend rest and to take a couple over the counter pain meds. Whatever you normally prefer. On top of that, if you *do* happen to see the guy again in the near-future, ask him if he’s been traveling, has a cold—it’s up to you how sly you want to be.” She stood up. “If things get worse, or progress, go to an emergency room, otherwise, come see me in a week if you’re still feeling the same and we’ll draw blood, urine, et cetera, okay?” Dana nodded, and the doctor left her to get re-dressed. As Dana took off the exam gown to toss in the used bin, she shivered in her nakedness, her nipples getting hard to the point of feeling sore. She saw her distorted reflection in the metal storage cabinet across the small room, and swore under her breath, seeing the dark triangle of her bush reflected in the brushed steel. She looked at her watch, remembering she had a waxing appointment at the salon in—forty—minutes. She quickly pulled on her panties and ordered a car on her phone before pulling on the rest of her clothes minus the hose. She jammed her pantyhose in her purse and left the doctor’s office just in time to catch her car waiting out front.

Her time at the salon was surprisingly quick, for once, and she was fully waxed and out the door by dinnertime. She got some Chinese takeout on the way home, but only ate half of it before feeling sick again. She’d stopped itching briefly at the salon, but was back to uncomfortable scratching by time she’d watched a half-hour TV show. She took a lukewarm shower, and carefully dried off before slipping into her loosest pajamas. She slept okay, minimal itching, though at that point she was borderline exhausted.

—-

Friday’s at work were always it bit more lax than the rest of the week. While it wasn’t exactly office casual, most people wore clothes to go out in, which most of Dana’s co-workers did every Friday—herself included.

“You joining us?” Her work-friend Katie asked, stopping by Dana cubical around five in the afternoon. “I know you’ve been feeling a little under the weather, but it’s happy hour!” She smirked, doing a quick twirl in her not-quite-corporate-length dress.

“I just might call it quits for the weekend. I’m just beat, I guess.” Dana said. She didn’t mention her continuous itching since mid-morning, but Katie didn’t need to know.

“Well, in case you change your mind, we’re going back to that bar we went to last week. Meg really liked the cocktails there—you know how she is.” Dana nodded, but then had a thought.

“The same bar…right?” Dana asked.

“Six blocks down from here, yeah. Why, you looking for that guy I saw you leave with last weekend?” Dana blushed slightly, but she *had* remembered he said he was usually there.

“You saw me leave with him?”

“We *all* saw, Dana.” She was teasing her. “He was cute.”

“I’ll, um need to log off and…” Dana started.

“Oh, please.” She reached down and hit the power button on the computer.”

“IT likes us to log off so they can do updates, and—.”

“Oh, screw IT. So, one of those overpaid jerks will have to break away from spanking it to erotic fanfic on Reddit and get off his ass and turn your PC back on, big whoop. Grab your purse.” Katie said, actually handing it to Dana. “And let’s go.” They walked down to the bar, which took a little longer in heels and Dana’s slightly debilitated state, but it was a nice afternoon, so Katie didn’t complain. The bar was already starting to crowd a bit with numerous other office denizens, and the made their way to the bar, where Katie forced a Mai Tai on her—which wasn’t terrible, but made her stomach grumble—and Dana took small sips, scanning the crowd for the guy she’d taken home last Friday. The alcohol made her feel a little better, surprisingly, and she started on another round. Her eyes had finally adjusted to the dim interior after a half hour, or maybe they just turned up the lights, but she saw the guy and the rear of the establishment, talking to another woman. He had a type, at least. The woman was brunette, like her, shoulder length hair, built like Dana, too.

“I’ll be back.” Dana said, leaving her half-finished drink with Katie, who nodded, but was more focused on gossiping with some of the other women from work. Dana wove through the crowd and saw the guy freeze in mid-conversation with the women, before he turned his gaze to immediately focus on Dana. The woman laughed at something he said out of the side of his mouth, and she wandered off in another direction. “Hey, um, you.” Dana said, approaching him directly. The bar hadn’t started playing music yet, so they could better hear each other.

“Dana.” He smiled, and waved her over to the wall he was leaning against. She really didn’t remember his name.

“It’s Blane.” He said. “It was very loud in here when we first met.” He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, and she flushed. “I hope you haven’t forgotten me altogether, though.” His eyes widened a bit, and he pulled his hand back as if her face was too hot to touch. “I think you’re here to talk to me about something—a mistake—I may have made.” Dana didn’t know what to make of what he was saying. “You’re not feeling well.”

“Do I have a fever, now?” She touched her own cheek, though it felt normal to her.

“I need you to be calm.” He said.

“I’m…not upset, I just wanted to—.” But Dana froze, realizing why he had said that. There were fangs in his mouth, and his eyes were nearly black from edge to edge.

“Is this some sort of prank?” Dana said, surprised at her own lack of reaction.

“You’re not panicking right now because I told you—*ordered* you—to be calm. I drank from you the other night, too much, really, and now…now something is different about you.” He said.

“So, what, I’m a vampire now.” She laughed at the word.

“No. *That* I would have known immediately, that is what’s so strange.” He leaned down and pricked his own finger with a fang tip. Blood welled and he held the finger out to Dana. “Taste it. Tell me what you feel.” Again, Dana was shocked that she didn’t even hesitate, but she could *feel* him in her head, goading her. She leaned down and sucked the tip of his finger. When she pulled back, the damage was already healed.

“Wow.” She said, looking at his finger. “*That* is a neat trick.”

“Fine, but how you *feel* now?”

“The same. Achy, hungry, but at the same time, a little queasy. Itchy. Itchy all the time.” She scratched absently at her hip. “That just tasted like blood, like when I get a papercut. Isn’t it supposed to be all amazing or whatever? I’ve read books.”

“Those, um, *books*, are not entirely accurate, but yes, actually. It *is* supposed to be amazing, a combination of the finest meal, wine, and borderline orgasm you might even have.”

“It wasn’t that.” Dana said, rolling her eyes.

“Lift up your dress above your breasts.” Blane said. She did as he asked, not even blinking that she was exposing herself in the corner of a crowded bar, though, glancing around, no one seemed to be paying any attention. With a few quick and powerful movements, he tore the straps on her bra, careful not to bruise her, and pulled it off. He did the same with her panties, tossing the shredded underwear to the floor.

“I *liked* that underwear.” She said, now fully naked but for her dress, which she still held above her bare breasts.

“You can lower you dress, now.” He said. It wasn’t an order, but she did it anyway, knowing in the back of her head that being fully naked in a bar wasn’t exactly normal. She adjusted her dress and smoothed it, noting her nipples were hard and poking through the thinner fabric of the top. It wasn’t the first time she’d worn a skirt or dress without panties, but she did technically need a bra. “Has the itching stopped?” He asked.

“Umm.” She glanced down at her body, as if she could see the response. “Yes. Yes!” She smiled brightly.

“This is why I’m confused. *Vampires* can’t wear restrictive clothing—underwear, exercise clothes—even socks,” he lifted the hem of his pants and showed off his bare ankles. “We’re constantly *healing*, for lack of a better term, and our skin treats tight clothes as something wrong, invasive maybe. It’s itchy, a constant annoyance, so most of us go without.”

“So, you’re not wearing underwear right now?” She glanced down at his crotch.

“I wasn’t the night we *first* got together.”

“I wasn’t really all there.” Dana paused. “Wait, did you spell me, or zap me, or whatever to sleep with you?”

“I only, um *zapped* you,” he laughed at the term, “to have us go back to *your* place. You wanted me all on your own.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She frowned a little. In the back of her head, she knew she she should be a little more freaked, but there was she was pretending to have not *wanted* in their previous encounter.

“Wait…oh, oh, this can’t be…hang on, return to your drinking friends if you wish. I need to make some phone calls.” He pulled out his cell phone and started dialing a very long number. Dana realized he probably didn’t keep some things in his contacts list. She wandered off to reclaim her drink and told Katie she was off chatting with a guy. Katie winked and went back to talking to their colleagues. Dana returned to Blane to find him speaking in some language she couldn’t even identify. He hung up after another minute and dialed yet another number. This time he was speaking in what she was pretty sure was French. She waited five minutes while listening to him, and wished she’d taken something other than Spanish in high school—not that she remembered any of that either. When he finished with his final phone call, he put his phone away and turned to her. “We’re going to try an experiment. I’m am not going to compel you to do anything. I want to see your *natural* reaction. There’s no danger, to be clear. Though, I will ask you not to yell or shriek as my little bubble I’ve created to have people ignore us only works so well.”

“I’ve never shrieked in my life.” Dana said flatly.

“Fine.” He shrugged. He made what was an exaggerated ‘come hither’ gesture off to Dana’s right. A moment later and young man approached, another bar patron in a business suit. Not really Dana’s type, but he wasn’t unattractive. “What’s your name.” Blane asked him.

“Greg.” The man said.

“Greg, I’d like you to lower your pants and underwear.” Dana started to speak, but Blane held up a hand top stop her. Greg did as he asked, and stood there with his pants at his ankles and his cock and balls half-hidden by his shirt tails. “Make yourself hard for her, Greg.” Greg started stroking himself unabashedly, and in about a minute he was hard, his erection jutting up and out of his shirt.

“That was kind of hot.” Dana said. She was breathing a little heavier, and her heart was hammering. “Wow, who knew I was such a voyeur?” She reached out and took the man’s cock in her grasp. It was so warm, so inviting. She felt herself getting a little wet, and oddly, she was salivating. Her tongue felt thick, her knees weak, and she thought she was about to faint, but she simply dropped to her knees in front of Greg and licked the length of him. He was six inches, but her tongue seemed to find his whole shape, even as his tip slipped between her lips. It felt wonderful, right, as if something missing was finally found. Greg gave a low moan as Dana started blowing him. Her tongue, cheeks, and lips felt tight around his cock, and she could feel the beat of his heart, the throb of his erection, and as she pumped up and down with her mouth, it almost felt as if he was fucking her, the sheer pleasure of it. A jolt of electricity went through her body as she tasted the first hint of him reaching orgasm, his pre-cum both sweet and savory, rich with the promise of more. She worked hard at sucking him, and was rewarded with a burst of come in her mouth, and she felt herself squirt between her thighs as she rolled with her own pleasure. She milked him for all he had before pulling off him and running his tip over her lips like it was lipstick. It felt like that pleasant burn of hot sauce at the edge of her lips. “Fuck.” Dana said, taking some deep breaths. She felt better. No, that wasn’t it. She felt *amazing*. She stood up and looked at Blane, and she gasped. He was glowing, radiant with some sort of internal power.

“It’s how you look to me now, too.” He said. “Not as bright, but it’s there.” He glanced over at the half-naked man, and without a word, Greg got dressed and wandered back into the crowd. “I have to tell you; you’re taking this awfully well.”

“I’m not really sure what’s happening.” She said.

“Blood and semen aren’t too different, especially when it comes to life energy, but that’s also true from a biological perspective as well, at least according to one my colleagues I talked to earlier. He’s a bit of an amateur researcher when it comes to our kind.”

“But I drank your blood, and it didn’t do anything!” She snapped. “Oh fuck!” She looked at the crowd around. “Are you telling me I have to suck *cock* to live?”

“Lower you voice.” He said. “And the answer is yes, maybe, I’m not really sure?”
“That’s not an answer, Vlad.” He smirked at her name calling.

“Etienne—the vampire I talked to on the phone—said that I drank too much from you, and normally that would have put you down for the night, left you weakened for a few days. I would’ve left and that should have been the end of it. You might have died, honestly—I really should have been paying closer attention.” He added. “But…you have a powerful will, and you somehow roused yourself as I was leaving, and you blew me—swallowed—and that wasn’t much different than if had had bit my wrist and fed you of my own blood. I *turned* you.” He thought for a moment. “And to be clear, you don’t need to suck cock to live, but it seems like you need a taste of semen to maintain your vampirism—your hunger. You’ll feel weak, ill, if you don’t get some every day. You won’t *die*, though; in fact, now you’re fairly difficult to kill. Also, the more you take, the stronger you become.”

“Great, I’m an immortal cocksucker.” She hissed.

“How you get the come is up to you, but yes, you need to swallow it—though, from experience, blood feels amazing on your skin, too, so maybe—.”

“Oh, gee, I can go down on random guys or get a facial—have them come all over my tits?”

“Well, I’d imagine they could also finish the traditional way—inside you…” He thought out loud.

“What lovely options. Why couldn’t you have made me a *regular* sucker—of blood? I’m a modern gal, but honestly, this is kind of—eww.”

“As if drinking blood is any more acceptable?” He countered. “Prior to your change, you took my come willingly. Prior to my becoming a vampire, I never *once* drank blood. Which is more common, eh?” He shrugged. “You’ll see, you’ll learn the pleasures to be found from this life. I’ll be here next week, but I must go now.” He disappeared, well, not completely. Dana could see him rush out of the bar in a blur of speed with her newfound strength and senses. She thought about chasing after him, but honestly, didn’t know how to move like that.

“I had more questions.” She muttered. She looked down at the shreds of her underwear and bra and decided to leave them there, but not before realizing she was scratching a bit again. Glancing over her shoulders, she saw no one was watching, and she lifted up the front of her dress. Sure enough, her bush had grown back. It was the same trimmed triangle it had been the night she first met Blane. She wasn’t itching anymore, though, and she realized that it had been the sensation of her pubic hair growing back to its original state. She wasn’t entirely ignorant of vampire myths, and one of them was that your hair or whatever stayed the same from the time you were turned. “Well, fuck, that was a waste of money at the salon.” She said, though she was thankful she hadn’t met Blane a week earlier, since before then she’d let her bush grow out completely for the winter months. She fixed her dress and went back to the bar to find Katie.

As Dana moved through the crowd, she could feel the lust of some of the men, and those with erections were actually limned with a dark red aura—she just…*knew*. A guy was hard with his hand up the skirt of his date at table. Another was just hard because he was staring into the cleavage a woman he was ‘talking’ to. Another guy—she squinted—he was clearly getting a handy at one of the small tables along the walls of the bar. Instead of heading to Katie, Dana shifted her path and went over to the couple enjoying themselves in the shadows.

“Hello.” Dana said, standing above them. The woman stopped her pumping, but still clutched the guy’s cock in her hand. Dana couldn’t see this in the traditional sense, but it was like she had x-ray vision that allowed her to sense the man’s arousal, how big and hard he was.

“We’re busy.” The woman said.

“I know.” Dana replied, and sat down on the opposite side of the guy. She had a clear view of the guy’s erection then, and Dana looked at the woman. “Relax.” She said, trying to put force of will into. It seemed to work. “Why don’t you keep jerking him off?” Dana pushed again with her mind. The woman blinked, but began her handjob again.

“Is this a—a fetish—for you?” The guy asked. Dana hadn’t even bothered to compel him, and he didn’t seem to care either way.

“What do *you* think?” Dana asked, and took one of his hands and slid it between her thighs. She was wet just from the sight of his cock, and when he felt it, felt she wasn’t wearing any panties, his eyes went wide.

“Oh, god, I’m going to—going to—.” He started ejaculating, and it seemed as if it was in slow motion. She moved faster than she thought possible and leaned down to catch the first spurt of come in her mouth. She relieved the other woman of her grasp and took over, pumping the last bit of come and finishing him off with a few licks. She felt satisfied—full—and the world was almost vibrating around her with sensations and energy. It wasn’t quite as exhilarating as the first time she’d done it that evening, but it still felt pretty great, like she had just come back down from an orgasm. “That was amazing.” He said, as she pulled her mouth back from his cock. She hadn’t really blown him, so that was maybe a step in the right direction.

“Forget I did this.” Dana said, and got up while smoothing her dress. The man and woman looked away from her as if she wasn’t even there. Dana’s body was humming with energy as she went back to find Katie.

“You look like the cat that got the cream,” Katie said as Dana approached. Dana nearly burst out laughing. “Feeling better, I think?”

“Yes, very much so.” Dana smiled, and was happy to do so without fangs peeking from her lips.

**End**

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