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D is for the Dick of Dracula (MF, vampire)
By HOT PUSS NIXPIX Author

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When I was just a mere co-ed in college, I lived in a suite
with eleven of the hottest girls that might exist today. 
Aside from our common sexual interests, these were also
some of the loveliest and most desirable women on campus.

Thinking back on those days, our lives seemed largely 
consumed with the planning of parties, primarily designed to
top anything that we had previously done. And, as you
might guess, these events received great publicity and were
well attended.

One of our favorite affairs was the masquerade ball. And
for this particular night we had decided to require a very
special dress code in order to enter the confines of this
wild surrounding.

The girls of Suite B debated as to what would be the most
seductive and sensual attire for all of us to wear. After
great fanfare, it was agreed that the time had come to show
off our sexy bodies, if not to the world, then to a major
portion of the campus. And, since it was our party, we
felt committed to set the standard in the regard.

Masquerade night arrived with the twelve of us clad in
pasties and grass hula skirts, no panties. I, for one,
felt at least slightly uncomfortable in this garb until the
fourth drink of the evening began to take effect.

"This might be taking things too far," I thought, even for a
very Hot Puss like me. The pasties barely covered my
nipples. I pulled my long waist length chestnut hair to
cover the base of my breasts, feeling more like Lady Gadiva
than a Hula Dancer.

When I walked, I felt the roughness of the grass skirt brush
up against my then full bush. The grass tickled my pussy
hair. I could feel myself begin to get wet.

The seductiveness of these outfits, soon to be seen by 500
people, was particularly apparent when I looked at my suite
mates. The outline of each ass left little to the
imagination, and sometimes flashed when their skirts
swayed. The color of each triangle could be seen through
the breaks of grass. 

People began to pile into the small suite in droves. 
Obviously all the stores had sold out of make-up, which now
covered our guests from top to bottom. In fact, make-up
was the only thing that one woman wore, with rainbows
covering her face, her firm breasts, her shaven puss,
curvacious ass and long slender legs. Definitely the most
outstanding rainbow that I had ever see.

I walked into my own room to touch-up my red painted lips. 
I was now perfectly at home in my red pasties after
numerous rum and cokes. I took out the lipstick and began
to hum the song blasting in the other room. 

Suddenly, I felt someone else's presence. I looked up into
the right into the face of Dracula. I jumped back
startled. His make-up was so expertly done, gray hollow
eyes, black skeleton-like cheeks, black painted lips. He
wore a long black cape that touched the floor. Nothing
underneath.

"What a great costume," I said, still shaken by his sudden
presence. I searched his face, attempting to discover his
identity. His make-up was so wonderful that I literally
had no idea.

His only response was to pick me up in his strong arms and
carry me over to my bed. He gently put me down and lowered
his black lips upon me. I tried to tell him that the door
was open leading right to the packed party but he paid no
attention. His mouth continued to learn of mine, his
tongue darted toward mine, never uttering a word.

I began to feel tremendously hot from these seductive,
passionate kisses. There was something incredibly
seductive about the prospects of making love to the likes
of Dracula, not knowing if he was good or evil.

As his black painted lips continued to cover mine, I felt
his hand begin to circle my breast, first one then the
other. Then he carefully removed my pasties which barely
covered my nipples. Soon his lips are on my neck. My body
shakes with an uncontrollable chill. Dracula exists only
in fiction, or does he?

His tongue followed my cleavage. He began to stroke the
outer contours of my breasts, gently lapping at my
nipples, making them rock hard in his mouth. With one hand
circling my breast, the other made its way to my slender
waistline. I felt the juices of my pussy begin to flow
more intensely, knowing that his strong hands would soon be
exploring me. 

In one motion, Dracula picked me up and rested me
perpendicular on the bed. He massaged my legs while, at
the same time, pushed the curtain of my grass skirt to each
side. My pussy is now completely bare.

I try to tell him that there are people right outside the
door. He ignores me.

My mysterious friend raises my legs into a V, silently
instructing me to grab onto them. He is so confident, so
self-assured, that I reluctantly comply, conscious that any
passerby will also see the most intimate regions of my
pussy.

As I pull my legs to my breasts, I feel my pussy begin to
open. I notice that for the first time, Dracula smiles as
he witnesses my unbarring.

His fingers begin to dance on the tips of my unshaven hair. 
Starting at the top of my slit, his tongue gives my pussy
long, gentle strokes that end at the crack of my ass. His
finger massages my entry and soon is deep inside me. Black
painted lips search for my clit, hard as it has ever been.

I am now the hottest Hula Dancer this side of Hawaii. His
agile arms turn me over on my hands and knees as he points
my firm ass to the ceiling, facing towards the door. He
teases my pussy with his rock hard cock, from the top of my
clit, to my rosy asshole, in search of the hills and
valleys at all points in between.

My lips glisten from my own wetness. His cock rocks back and
forth, in and out of my pussy lips then on to my ass. It
is as though Dracula is testing, debating about which hole
is ripe enough to enter.

Suddenly, I feel Dracula slide his way inside my pussy. My
muscles immediately tighten around him. I begin to scream
in ecstasy now that his toy has finally found a home. 

He enters me so slowly, going up only ever so slightly. He
waits to feel my walls contract around him before he gives
me more.

Dracula's fingers stroke my ass, still wet from my own
juices. A finger begins to penetrate my hole, causing me
to climax on his cock inside. He fills me up then slowly
withdraws to the point of almost pulling out. As he enters
me again, my pussy and ass lock on to him, wishing that he
would remain there forever.

Suddenly, he pulls away completely. "Dracula! Anyone can
see me," I whisper, silently wishing that someone would. 
But now his hot tongue is on my tiny asshole while he fucks
my pussy with his finger. Waves of orgasm descend upon me
again.

Dracula's cock penetrates my ass this time. He has prepared
me well so I readily let him in. He holds my hips and
begins to fuck me frantically... His balls pound my pussy
with vengeance. He is so hard... his fucking is wild! My
body shakes from the power of him. I am crazy for him... 
Now it is my fingers which vibrate my pussy. I come all
over them as he fills my ass with all of his warmth.

I collapse on my bed, never again to doubt the legend of
Dracula.

I turn around to tell him so but he is gone. Instead, my
eyes fall upon the beautiful rainbow...


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