In case you missed it this is part one of this story. Make sure you read that first or the rest of this will make no sense.
“Excuse me miss, but do you need a ride? Its dangerous to walk alone out here at this hour.” some strange man said to Julie from his car. Julie walked towards his car and leaned on the roof arching her back so that her massive tits were practically thrust into his face.
“Do you want a ride?” she asked in a low voice.
“A ride? What do you mean?” he asked.
“I mean I ride your cock. $100 and my pussy is all yours for half an hour.” Julie smiled.
“Um no, I mean. I would gladly but I'm uh, married.” he said. Julie bent over farther and let her gigantic tits hang in the air in front of him her cleavage on full display. She teased his mind with thoughts of sex and an image or two of herself nude to help get him in the mood.
“She isn't here.” Julie jerked her head in the direction of the rear seats in the car. “Don't even try to tell me you don't have $100 to blow.” she added reaching inside and feeling his crotch. It didn't take long for his cock to grow rock hard under her hands. Her mind reached into his and showed him images of Julie and himself in various sex positions. He simply sat there in the driver's seat leaning back as Julie played with his dick through his pants.
“Come on, it'll be fun I promise.” Julie winked at him.
“Um, okay. Yeah let's do it.” he said reaching for his wallet.
Human men, all the same. Julie thought to herself and she opened the rear door and climbed into the back seat. The man joined her and she unfastened his pants. He lifted her shirt and grabbed her tits expertly massaging the soft flesh and teasing her nipples. Julie pulled her pants off over her short legs and began playing with her clit. The man sucked on her nipples and flicked his tongue across them driving her insane. He was making her so horny and excited that if she hadn't already demanded money she probably would have fucked him for free. Lost in her own emotions she failed to notice that he had stuffed his cock into her pussy and was fucking her with amazing skill. Julie was riding him hard bouncing on his lap like some crazed kid who just got her wish answered by the mall Santa. He felt glorious inside her depths, his cock filled her perfectly and she came quickly. Normally she would want him to come quickly so she could take her money and go find another client but he felt so good she never wanted their sex to end. She smothered his face with her massive mounds and he slapped her ass while she rode him. It was perfection but all too soon he fired off his load deep inside her cunt. His sticky semen burned her insides with white hot fire. The intense pain only made Julie come harder as her pussy burned and she slammed into his hips so hard she was afraid she would shatter his pelvis. She got every drop of boiling hot semen inside her scalded pussy and then she kissed him.
It was quite unexpected. Julie never kissed her clients but she couldn't help it this time. This man, whoever he was had been one of the best lovers she'd had in a very long time. She wanted more and she wasn't going to let some trophy wife stand in her way.
“Take me home.” Julie ordered. He didn't respond, he just put his clothes back on and got back in the driver's seat. Julie lit a cigarette and lounged in the back seat nude waiting for him to take her to his house. She let her legs sprawl apart as his come dribbled out of her sex onto the seat cushions. She didn't give a shit if she stained the leather, he was rich enough he could get it cleaned. He couldn't resist her powers now that she had taken his energy from the semen that was now leaking out of her. He would obey her every command until she decided she was done with him and then she would give what was left back to his stupid trophy wife, minus a few grand of course. Julie could have cared less if she ruined their marriage but it would have taken a lot of effort.
When they finally pulled up to his home Julie noticed that it was as lavish as the car. Julie walked naked alongside her new sex slave up to the house and he opened the door to let her in ahead of him. The house was dark inside but Julie's night vision allowed her to see as if every light in the place was on. The house was ornately furnished with antique furniture. Julie recognized some of it from when it was new in the 19th century which had been her favorite era. She felt right at home as her fingers traced the long, lazy curves of the ancient wood furniture.
“Gorgeous. When you spend money you don't fuck around.” Julie told him grabbing his ass.
“My wife is still asleep upstairs so we can use the downstairs guest room.” he told Julie.
“No. Take me to her. I want us to fuck in your bed while she watches.” Julie ordered.
“Certainly.” he smiled. So easy to control. Julie smiled back showing her razor sharp fangs. He led them up stairs but before they could get to the bedroom the door opened and a tall, gaunt woman stepped out fiddling with her hair. She wore a long silk robe and fuzzy slippers.
“Daniel you didn't tell me... OH MY GOD!” the woman shrieked when she saw Julie. Julie hissed baring her fangs at the stick woman standing in a skimpy silk road. She was exactly what Julie expected, anorexic, vain and vapid. Even though she had just gotten out of bed her hair was perfectly done and her make-up was done as well. Such a little twat, Julie hated this woman the second she saw her.
“Nice to meet you.” Julie growled and ran up to her grabbing her throat before she could defend herself.
“What the fuck are you?” the wife shrieked. Julie opened the bottom of her robe and dove between the woman's legs for her pussy. Julie's fangs sank deep into the flesh above the wife's sex and her tongue lapped up spilled blood as it teased the woman's pussy and clit. The woman screamed in agony and struggled with surprising strength against Julie trying to push her head off of her crotch. Julie's undead strength was more than a match for any human and she could easily resist some anorexic, fashion model wannabe.
“Daniel don't just stand there, do something!” the wife pleaded. Daniel didn't move.
“He can't. I won't let him.” Julie told the woman standing up. Julie ripped of the robe and looked down at the wife's breasts. There was only one.
A huge scar crossed the left side of the woman's chest where her other breast had once been. Under her skin Julie could see a road map of veins and lumps that couldn't be anything other than cancerous tumors. Looking quickly up into her eyes Julie grabbed the wife's hair and yanked the wig clean off her head. The bald wife stood in front of Julie clutching her body and trying to hide her nudity. It was clear that in better times the woman had once been extremely attractive but now she was a withered, mutilated husk of the woman she once was. However, despite all that the wife's eyes shone in the darkness with the raging fire of a soul so powerful nothing could beat it, not even death itself. This woman was not afraid of Julie because she was already dead, killed by the rotten mass growing uncontrolled in her chest. Julie knew she couldn't break this woman, not if she tried for a thousand years. The wife's soul was too powerful even for a demon. There was only one thing Julie could do. She took a tight hold of the woman's jaw in one hand and cut her own finger on one fang. Then Julie held the wife's mouth open and stuck her bloody finger inside.
“You will live.” Julie told the woman. Instinctively the woman swallowed the liquid being poured into her throat. Then she screamed as the demonic blood forced itself into her tissues. Julie held her tightly to hold off the convulsions. The wife shook and bucked for some time before the blood finally took its hold inside her and she passed out. Julie picked up her weak frame and took her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed.
“What did you do to her?” Daniel asked Julie's hold on him broken. He ran into the bedroom to take his place at his dying wife's side. Julie didn't reply. She simply pushed him aside and left the house.
“I will not feed on the helpless.” Julie said out loud as she walked home in the nude. She said it over and over again until she actually believed that was what made her stop.