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Sierra was different than the other gangster molls; she was a goth girl during the Roaring Twenties. She opened up a speakeasy on the north side of Chicago shortly after the Volstead Act was passed prohibiting the manufacturing, selling, importing and exporting of alcohol. The pale-skinned beauty had long black hair and her place was a favorite watering hole of notorious gangsters.

I often found myself at her speakeasy for she also sold another drink that people like me needed every night. I grew to love the brandy-infused blood that most of the wealthy vampires in Chicago drank. I was a small-time gangster with big dreams before being bitten and I never left Chicago. I became a regular at her place and got to know the gangster goth girl pretty well. I learned that she wanted to be a vampire too but had yet to meet anyone that she wanted to bite her.

A few years after I first met Sierra, she pulled me aside and asked to speak to me privately. I followed her to one of the rooms above the speakeasy. There was a bed in one corner and a sofa in another corner. She pulled me close to her and said that she wanted me to turn her into a vampire.

She stripped down to her black bra, garter belt and panties. I noticed the large tattoo of a flying bat on her back. I asked her if she was willing to give up seeing the sun and she said that she was. I stripped off my shirt and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her neck before sinking my fangs into her flesh.

I drank blood of the gangster goth girl until she was almost drained. I then cut my chest with my fingernail and told her drink my blood. She pressed her lips to the wound and swallowed the precious red fluid. I then finished drinking the rest of her blood until she died.

The turning process varies from person to person and how healthy their bodies are. Sierra was a healthy flapper and she turned within the hour. Her passion was heightened and she craved sex that no mortal man could give her.

We stripped off the rest of our clothes and climbed on the bed. I positioned myself between her pale legs and began licking her hairless vagina. When I was satisfied that was ready, I entered her with my fully erect penis. I plunged my throbbing tool inside her tight tunnel repeatedly until we climaxed together.

I became the new mate of the gangster goth girl and we set up our own racketeering business that is still going strong in the twentieth-first century.

NightBard

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Punk Rock Girl Friend

We met in the cemetery at midnight sharp. The night sky hanging overhead… the somber surroundings of stone… decay, and the unknown was all around us.

I lifted myself onto one of the cold granite slabs around a tomb. I ripped my dress open to expose my tits and spread my legs to reveal my bare wet puss.

The soft breeze caressed my pussy lips ever so lightly causing them to shiver.

As she drew nearer to me, my pussy twitched with anticipation. She leaned in and parted my lips with her fingers, which were cold to the touch. Her tongue twirled and flicked teasingly at my clit.

I squirmed and began to thrust my pussy towards her mouth, impatiently wanting to feel her tongue slid into my pussy hole.

Every hair on my body stood on end as a tingling sensation surged through my entire body. My bare nipples were now rock hard.

“Oh YES!” I half grunted, half moaned. “Now, shove your tongue into my pussy!!”

She did as I commanded and began to tongue fuck me.

I felt intense waves of orgasmic pleasure engulf me as she continued to lap up my pussy juices.

Suddenly, she shoved two of her fingers into my aching cunt sending me into orgasmic convolutions. Her tongue flicked uncontrollably at my throbbing clit.

I moaned, grunted, squirmed, and quivered with pleasure. My pussy was so wet that my juices began to drip down the crack of my ass and onto the cold granite.

She quickly followed after it with her tongue, making sure to lick up every drop.

She then slid her fingers in me; she started to fuck me with two of her fingers and rubbing my clit mercilessly with her thumb.

Her head slid up over my throbbing tits and her tongue lashed out. She circled my breast, making a spiral towards one of my nipples, teasing me utterly and completely.

I thrust my hips against her fingers as I awaited the feel of her tongue against my erect nipple.

She bit my breast playfully then caressed it with the tip of her nose as she guided her mouth over my aching nipple. As she began to suck on it, she finger fucked me harder. Her thumb tortured my clit and I continued thrusting my hips harder and harder. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.

My body began to shake violently. I exploded onto her fingers, drenching them with my juices. She slid her fingers out of me and put them to my mouth and forced them inside.

I sucked at her fingers, licking every bit of my wetness from them and moaned.

She slid off of the tomb, looked up at me and said. “We’ll have to do this again tomorrow night.” She said, “Only it’ll be your turn!”

She smiled and turned and disappeared in the mist like a phantom, leaving me trembling on the cold granite.

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Tandi

I first met the goth girl in the horror section of the local bookstore in early October. She had shoulder-length hair that was three-fourths black starting at the bottom and dark red at the top.

The outfit that she wore consisted of black sneakers, jeans and t-shirt. Unlike most goths, she wasn’t rail thin but of average weight for a woman that stood at five feet and ten inches. She was also much older than most goths and I placed her age around thirty.

I tried to act casual but seeing a goth girl in south central Kansas was unusual to say the least. I picked up the latest Stephen King book and started to read the cover.

“He is so overrated,” she suddenly said. “You need to check out the Anita Blake series by Linda Hamilton.”

“I have read the entire series,” I said as I put the book back on the shelf.

We then launched into a twenty minute conversation about the erotic vampire hunter series. She told me that her name was Lilith and I introduced myself as Louis. We both got a big chuckle from our names because her name was associated with a succubus while mine was associated with a vampire. Thankfully, neither of us looked like them.

I invited her back to my studio apartment with the pretense of letting her look over my book collection. I had mostly horror books stacked everywhere and we spent the rest of the afternoon talking about them. When evening came, I suggested she stay and I fixed a simple supper for the two of us.

Lilith thanked me after supper by giving me a kiss. I had never met a bookstore goth before and I found myself yearning for her. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. We kissed again before we stripped off each other’s clothes and climbed on the bed.

I kissed her throat before biting the skin gently and without breaking the skin. She gasped before I moved away from her throat to engulf a nipple. I eagerly sucked the rosy bud until it grew hard in my mouth. After sucking it for a few minutes, I switched my mouth to the other nipple and made it just as hard.

I ran my tongue down her belly and through the jungle of her pubic hair. Lilith gasped again as I probed her vagina with my tongue. She grew wetter with each thrust and her clitoris grew harder. I engulfed her little bundle of nerves and sucked it hard before biting it gently.

I entered her vagina with my swollen shaft. I fucked the bookstore goth until we both climaxed together.

Jamdin

The brunette woman that walked into the arts and craft store was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. I forgot all about the paint brushes that I was looking at and followed her to the section with various statues. The tall and slender woman was searching for something specific when the sales clerk approached her.

“Can I help you?” the slightly plump asked.

“Yes,” the beauty replied. “My name is Cassandra and I’m looking for a gargoyle.”

“I’m sorry but we do not stock such monstrous statues.”

She looked disappointed and turned to leave the arts and craft store. I made my way towards her and politely introduced myself as Timothy.

“I couldn’t help but overhear that you are looking for a gargoyle,” I said. “I happen to make gargoyles as a hobby. Perhaps I could make one for you.”

“That would be nice,” she said with a slight smile. “None of the stores around here seem to stock any gargoyles.”

“I know and that’s because they think that gargoyles come to life at night and wreck their stores. You will be surprised at how superstitious the natives are.”

“Aren’t you from around here?” she asked.

“Not originally,” I replied. “I settled here a few years ago when I learned about the local quarry mine that still produces granite. I make my gargoyles out of the local granite.”

“I would love to see them.”

I drove us to my house and I could not believe my luck in finding such a beautiful woman interested in gargoyles. I led her to my workshop and my finished works of art. I had granite gargoyles as small as six inches to as large as six feet. She admired each of them before we settled on what she was looking for.

A thunder storm broke out before we finished the details and I invited her to have supper with me. She accepted and I fixed us steaks. I found her request of wanting the steak bloody rather odd but didn’t dwell on it for long. She didn’t touch the hot cross rolls at all.

The storm grew worse and we talked on the large comfortable couch in the living room. Cassandra made the first move and pressed her lips on mine. Her lips tasted like the cherry wine that she was drinking. Our lips parted and the beautiful brunette stood up.

“Make love to me in your workshop,” she said.

We went to my workshop before we undressed each other. I felt a little creeped out with all the cold eyes of the granite gargoyles peering at us. Cassandra pulled me down to the cold concrete floor and kissed me once again. Her hands stroke my manhood as it grew harder. Her lips left mine and traveled down my chest. She kissed my purple glan and my manhood grew to full attention.

I moaned as she wrapped her moist mouth around my swollen glan. She sucked my manhood slowly until it was completely covered in her saliva. She stopped sucking and then straddled me.

I felt her womanhood engulf my manhood like a sleeve. She lowered herself down until she was completely impaled on my hard seven inch penis.

I reached up and cupped her small breasts. Her nipples grew hard and she began to moan. I closed my eyes as she began to ride my manhood for all it was worth.

I felt something scratch my chest a few moments later. I opened my eyes and noticed that the brunette was no longer beautiful. In her place was a creature with gray skin and red eyes. Her hands and feet were transformed into talons. The index finger on her right hand was dripping with blood. I noticed a long scratch was bleeding on my chest.

I knew in that instant she was a sexy succubus, which was a demon that seduces men. I also knew that I was not dreaming for her cold vagina was still wrapped tightly around my manhood.

“Do not resist me,” the creature said as she unfolded a pair of bat-like wings on her back.

The bat-like wings of the sexy succubus began to flap as her entire body began to shake. She let out a wail as she climaxed. I could not keep myself from exploding deep inside her vagina. She climbed off me after every drop of my seed was spilled inside of her.

She has rode me every night since then and I am only halfway done with the gargoyle that she wanted made. Neither of us is in a hurry to see it completed.

Jamdin

Hot Gothic Sex - A Short Bite…

I was sitting at a table when she walked into the Royal Tavern. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks after consuming too much alcohol. I rubbed them before realizing that the woman that was walking up to me was a little person. She stood about three feet tall but was slender than the little people that I saw on tv.

The little woman was wearing a short black dress that made her skin the color of chalk. Her dark red hair went down past her shoulders and her eyes seemed to be more yellow than green.

“What do you want?” I asked as I resisted the temptation to ask if the circus was in town.

“Just a short bite of your time,” she said.

“Then pull up a chair and I’ll get a round of drinks.”

“I don’t drink beer.”

“They have wine and whiskey too.”

She shook her head before she pulled out a chair and climbed up on it. She stood rather than sat so she could see over the table at me. I was starting to feel creeped out by her so I waved at the waitress for another beer.

I swallowed a large portion of the brew when it arrived. The little woman watched me with interest.

“How would you like to receive the blowjob of your life?” she asked.

I was glad that I had swallowed the beer or I would have sprayed it all over her.

“That would be nice but I’m not paying more than five dollars for a blowjob,” I replied. “I’ll give you fifty for a quick fuck.”

“I don’t want any payment and I don’t want to fuck,” she said as she continued to look at me with those yellow eyes. “I just want to give you the most memorable blowjob that you ever had.”

I laughed out loud before taking another swig of my beer. I thought I had met all kinds of women at the Royal Tavern and they usually wanted just one thing. She didn’t seem amused and I knew then that she was serious.

“Okay,” I finally said. “Where do you want to give me this blowjob at?”

“You can sit right there while I crawl under the table and suck your cock.”

That was an offer that I knew I couldn’t refuse. She could suck me off while I continued drinking.

“You’re on,” I said with a smirk.

I watched her climb off the chair and disappear under the table. The tables at the Royal Tavern have vinyl tablecloths that hang down over the edge about six inches. I didn’t think it would be enough covering to keep prying eyes from seeing her.

The place wasn’t very crowded that night but I looked around anyway to see if anyone was looking our way. No one was and I relaxed a little as I felt her fingers unzipping my jeans. She fished my limp cock out of my briefs.

The little woman didn’t waste any time in kissing or licking my cock. She just wrapped her moist mouth around my purple glan and began sucking. My cock grew fully erect in a few short seconds despite the amount of alcohol that I had in my blood stream.

I was surprised when the little woman stuffed my entire six inch cock into her mouth. I never had any woman do that before and I couldn’t keep myself from exploding. Her moist mouth never let go of my cock. She swallowed all of my semen before I felt a sharp pain at the base of my cock.

“What the fuck?” I said out loud but it came out as a whisper.

Her moist mouth was still wrapped around my spent cock and she was still sucking. My cock refused to inflate again but the pain was starting to grow worse. I felt dizzy and I found myself unable to move. I couldn’t even signal the waitress for another beer.

I lost the feeling below my waist and I could no longer feel her moist mouth around my limp cock. I also could not feel the pain so I was surprised to see the little woman standing in the chair she was in earlier.

I tried to scream when I saw her bloody mouth.

“Thanks for the short bite,” she said as she held up my cock in a small bloody hand.

I noticed her fangs for the first time as I slowly passed away.

Jamdin