Night With A Vampire In Memphis

I was dating an older woman; I was in my early twenties and she in her mid thirties. I loved her science of her own wants and needs and how she didn’t shy away from them like do many women my age would. She loved that I had the libido of a pent up Jack rabbit, 24 7! She was happy to screw one out twice a day, and if I wanted more she gave me free rein over her mouth. I always wanted more and was averaging sex at least once and her swallowing twice a day. It was wonderful.

I had training in another state and had to drive down to stay a while. I invited her to come along and she happily jumped at the opportunity. She was self employed and took a week off to take a road trip with me, having never been down south. She set up the rules; I drove and covered the hotels and gas (per diem was paying anyway), she controlled the radio, I’d fuck her at every state welcome sign and do whatever I wanted with her in our hotel rooms.

This was going great, covering miles, good music, and staying well satisfied. Then we got into Memphis. Checked into the double tree and settled in for the night, happy to be off the road as the rain outside got worse.

And worse.
And worse.

Sometime around 3 or 4 am it was declared a true hurricane with shelter in place warnings, and the sky was so clouded over dawn was as dark as midnight.

I didn’t mind in the least! When we had closed our room door she had put in a set of vampire teeth and started playing that she had finally been caught and would do Anything to be let go. Rules of the trip said she was mine all mine as long as we were in the room. Hurricane kept us in that room for a day and a half, and between the energy of the storm and the vampire play I set a personal record that wasn’t broken until my honeymoon.

I fucked her many times she had to tell me with a laugh that she was getting raw and I would need to change it up; two hours later she was leaking three loads worth from her ass and agreed that we’d shower each other and I could continue with her mouth as much and as many times as I’d like.

On a good day back then I could go for four; nowadays three is a lot and very rarely a fourth that’s just firing blanks.

During that storm in Memphis she couldn’t even count her orgasms as she came with me most times and whenever I wanted to get hard again I’d be going down on her until I was ready. She kept count for me though, starting as fun and becoming hysterical as it just didn’t stop. In 36 hours I pumped 12 loads into her! Four with condoms in every position imaginable, the next three as deep up her ass as I could shove myself, and a full day of blowjobs giving her five more to swallow.

We got back on the road and simply laughed when we passed the first state sign; Sue said she could lean over and suck all I wanted but we both agreed she needed a few days to recover and my tank was completely 100% empty