Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy- Chloe’s In More Danger Than She Knows- Part 1

I breathed a sigh of relief. A State Trooper, stopping to see if I needed any help. I pressed the button to lower the window all the way. (Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy.)

Before I could say anything, he said, “Miss, I need you to turn off your vehicle.”

I did.

“Do you know why I stopped you this evening?”

I thought, ‘What? I was already stopped.’

But what came out of my mouth was, “No, Officer.”

He leaned down so that his face was level with mine. “I’ve been following you for miles. You were driving recklessly.”

I thought, ‘Wait, creeping through the fog at ten miles an hour is driving recklessly? And no one was behind me.’

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But what I said was, “I’m sorry, Officer.”

I realized I was staring at him. Staring at his eyes. somehow they were as gray as the fog that surrounded us. They were as blue as a turbulent sea. They were as green as a forest in the last throes of summer and yet they were as brown as a freshly dug grave. I couldn’t look away.

His lips were blood red. They were wine red. They were pale pink. His lips were full. Or thin. Or his mouth was wide. He smiled. No, he frowned. No, he grinned and he grimaced. His voice seeped out of him in a low rumble that reverberated in my skull. His voice was a high-pitched keen that pierced my ears and made my eyes water.

He smelled like roses, and lilacs, and ash, and smoke. somehow He smelled like cherry blossoms and death. He sucked the air out of my car, and the cold radiated off of him like a warning. I still couldn’t look away. You couldn’t have paid me to look away. I bathed in his stare, wrapping his voice around me like a plush robe. ( Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy )

My hands dropped, slipping off my thighs and hitting the seat.

I relaxed into the backrest and my knees fell open. Every muscle loosened and my focus shifted, narrowed, and concentrated on his otherworldly handsome face.

I registered a movement out of the corner of my eye and realized he’d reached in through the open window, holding the nightstick. The end of the club tapped the seat between my knees, just below the hem of my short skirt.

I breathed in sharply and felt the pleasure of my pussy beginning to flush and the sensation of moisture soaking into my thong.

The trooper’s fingers were long, thin, and pale, wrapped around the end of the black billy club. My gaze shifted to his hand, and a low groan leaked out of my mouth as I imagined his digits inside me. As I ached for him to touch me.

As he began inching the tip of the truncheon along the seat, closer and closer to my crotch, I had one moment of incredulity. ( Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy )

‘I should be screaming,’My thoughts told me. ‘I should be horrified. What is he doing?’

The nightstick made contact with the hem of my skirt, and inexorably he kept it moving, folding the fabric onto itself. He shifted the position of the stick just enough that it dragged along my bare thigh. That was the last minute I thought anything was amiss. The touch of that painted wooden dowel was electric. It was better than any vibrator, better than my favorite dildo, better than the last two boyfriends I’d had.

He handled it smoothly, gliding along my tender skin as my arousal increased and my panties became completely soaked. I spread my legs as far as I could, completely open to his ministrations. The end of the club made contact with my vulva, and he pressed it there firmly. Then slid the end up and down, catching the front of my slit and causing a gush of lubrication to coat my underwear, the seat and the nightstick. He kept the movement going, up and down, over and over, until another moan rolled out of my mouth.

Then he spoke again, the words floating out of him. ( Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy )

“You can unbuckle your seatbelt now, Miss. You won’t be driving for a while.”

I did as I was told, and much to my relief, he continued caressing my torso with the nightstick. Then he traced a circuit of one breast and eased the tip up to my chin. He pressed on my chin slightly, and I dutifully opened my mouth. He pushed the end of the club into my mouth, and I tasted my own juice on it. I licked the end while still staring into his eyes. He smiled briefly, and my heart thumped with pleasure at having done the correct thing.

I heard him say, as though from a distance, “You’re driving under the influence, Miss. That’s very dangerous. I’m going to have to cite you. Possibly arrest you.”

I found myself nodding slowly, the rod still in my mouth.

He reached in with his other hand and then unlatched my car door. As he opened it he used the billy club in my mouth to direct my movements, turning my head towards him, and then starting to withdraw it to lead me out of the car. I clamped my lips around the end and then whimpered when he had to take it out of my mouth so I could step past the edge of the door.

He slipped the truncheon back into its loop on his belt. I stood a foot or two in front of him, staring up at his face, still hypnotized by his eyes. His grey uniform fit like a glove, and the belt with his weapons, truncheon, handcuffs, and other tools hung suggestively at his hips. There was a brass nameplate over the right chest pocket of his shirt. ( Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy )

The name on the plate was: V. Tepes.

I stood there, slack-jawed, inhaling his scent, trembling with the need for his touch. I stood, breathing slowly, unable to question why I was reacting the way I was. Not caring that none of this made sense.

When he spoke, I watched his breath disturb the air. It shouldn’t have been possible. It wasn’t cold enough to see breath, and I was so close to him that there wasn’t enough fog to bother. ¬†He smiled, as though he was pleased with both of us. A knowing smile, not a happy one. His smile and his eyes drew me up straight, pinned my feet to the ground. They were strings attached to me and made me his marionette.

He said again, “Miss, you’re driving under the influence. That’s very serious. I’m going to have to investigate.”

“Yes, Officer, sir,” I replied.

“Sergeant Tepes. That’s how you will refer to me.”

“Yes, Sergeant Tepes.”

“What’s your name, Miss?”

“Chloe Sinclair, Sergeant Tepes.”

“And how old are you, Miss Sinclair, to be driving so far from home so late at night?” ( Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy )

I should have wondered how he knew anything about where I lived, or how my age was any of his business. But I was past caring.

“I’m twenty-two, Sergeant.”

He nodded, slowly, and I saw his gaze travel down my body then scrape back up again.

He spoke again, softly, “Miss¬†Sinclair, I’m going to have to investigate thoroughly. I will search you and your vehicle. You will cooperate. You will do whatever I ask, and answer all of my questions completely.”

He wasn’t asking; he was asserting. I wasn’t actually under any obligation to cooperate, to let him search anything, or to give him any information other than my name. But in that moment, anything other than obedience was unthinkable. ( Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy )

“Yes, Sergeant Tepes. I’ll cooperate fully.”

“Good.” He pulled a plastic bag from somewhere, opening it up with both hands. “Take off your panties, and put them in here.”

“Yes, Sergeant.”

I reached down, pulling up my skirt, and used my thumbs to hook into the waistband of the thong. I stepped wide and shimmied the underwear down my leg. Easily I worked each leg opening over the cowboy boots, and managed to step out of the garment without falling. I stepped toward the Trooper and dropped the drenched fabric into the plastic bag.

He brought the bag to his face, taking in another very deep breath through his nose.

When he looked at me, his eyes flashed scarlet and then went back to the indistinguishable dark shade I’d first seen. He stepped back. “I’m going to put this in my vehicle. Take off the rest of your clothes and put them on your driver’s seat.” ( Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy )

He turned his back and I hurried to comply. As I shucked off my skirt, I pulled my feet out of the boots at the same time I was unzipping the fastening. I turned and tossed the boots into the car, not caring where they landed. I stood next to my open driver’s side window and dropped the skirt in. Then I reached up to unfasten the halter, but the knot was tight; I just yanked it up and slid my arms out. I did the same with the bra, not bothering to unhook it, but just stretching the fabric over my breasts and pulling it off like a shirt.

“Follow me,” he said, softly still.

He stepped away and I stepped forward. He used the nightstick again to guide me into the position he wanted. We went around to the front of my car and I backed up until my legs touched the front bumper. ( Vampire Phone Sex Fantasy )

He tilted the nightstick up, and I craned my head backward, extending my neck. Slowly He pushed down on the stick and it slipped further into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, managing to look at his face, hoping he understood I’d do the same to him. He hadn’t touched me but I thought of that baton as an extension of him. He pulled it out and traced another line down my front before replacing it into its loop.

 

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