Vamping (Patreon)

You feel Jason’s blood pumping into his cock as you hold it in your hand and know that your grip, with the implicit tightness hinting at how you could squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, is turning him on too. You do squeeze, but only a little, most of your motion going into stroking him in your fist. How readily some people respond to your caress!

“Mmmmmm…” he groans, swiveling his hips to either side like a cat swishing its tail.

“Do you have something to say?”

“Can I… touch you?” Jason asks haltingly.

“What do you think?” you reply, and he lets out a groan at not being given a clear answer. He has to risk your displeasure to proceed, but the risk is worth it for him—or maybe he’s just hoping you’ll punish him.

He reaches over hesitantly and places his hand gently between your thighs. You don’t protest, so he runs his fingers down into her pussy and touches his fingertips to your wet slit.

“Mmmm—that feels good,” you moan softly, teasing him with how receptive you’re proving to be to his advances. He seems to fume over how erect your clit is beneath his finger, which only seems to make him harder, throbbingly harder. The thought of putting that hot prick to use sends tingles through your spine. “Is that all you want to do? Touch me?”

“Is that all you want me to do?”

“What else is there?” you taunt him, writhing your hips as his probing fingers starts a spreading wildfire inside you. 

“You know,” he says softly. “Have a man… have him fuck you in the ass… well, me, I’d…”

You laugh. “Is that what you want? To touch me more, only with your manhood, and in my anus instead of my cunt?”

“Yes,” he breathes, his prick now hot and throbbing in your hand. 

“Do you feel like such a naughty boy, suggesting such a thing? Is that why you were so quiet? You were worried about how naughty you were being?” You smile, charmed despite yourself, and by your fangs showing, he knows that he won’t be getting his wish anytime soon. “Show me your throat. Let me teach you what’s really naughty.”

His body trembles as he braces himself, his head turned away, his throat bared, but you know from the dwindling precum running down the underside of his length that it isn’t fear he’s feeling now. Although it will taste almost as good…