Only At Night update

Abigail came in. She still looked distant, untouchable, and yet with a gleam of sexuality that seemed to challenge a man to try. From the waist up, she wore something much like formalwear. A punkish dinner jacket, a blouse buttoned to just over her small breasts, a bowtie on her bare throat. But below the waist, she wore shorts so small they were swallowed up by the hanging hem of her blouse. Outside of the immediacy of her inner thighs, a swath of tanned skin led to black stockings, which continued all the way down to shiny black pumps. The blend of sex, high fashion, and exoticism that any vampire would’ve given their fangs to pull off. All that was holding her back was that Abigail had a pulse.

God, she really was Thana’s Renfield, leeching off the vampire’s dark mysticism to feed some urge of her own, a proud kept woman, dressing herself in imitation of the strange netherworld Thana held herself in. Yet, I couldn’t think of Abigail as an addict or a sycophant or a groupie. She seemed far too willful, too herself, for that. It made me wonder what the hell her deal was.

Thana nodded with a modicum of pleasure at Abigail having followed her instruction. Looking over Abigail as if making sure a ship was seaworthy before a long voyage, she leaned back in her chair. “Strip. You’re going to fuck Ivan here.”

Abigail didn’t nod or make any sign of second-guessing, even acknowledging Thana’s order. Except that she immediately began to strip. Not with any teasing, any showmanship. She simply, efficiently shrugged off her jacket, held it away from her body, and dropped it to the floor. Then she started in on the buttons of her blouse. She eyed me as she did it, not with some come-hither glare, but more with a droll amusement that I couldn’t look away from her growing nudity, even as I addressed Thana:

“This… really isn’t necessary.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” Thana replied like it was just a statement of fact. 

Abigail pulled open her blouse and let gravity shuck it off her sloped shoulders until it puddled at her feet. Her black bra presented her breasts in a matter-of-fact way, small and pert, but hardly anything to be ashamed of. They fit in with her trim, compact body. Taking off her top also made her shorts look like little more than panties, holding tight to a firm, high-set ass and round little hips. Her stare as she undid the zipper was both challenging and welcoming.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Abigail drawled, her voice thick with irony. “I’m not the one who bites…”

“I have a girlfriend,” I said.

“Hope she taught you how to fuck,” Abigail retorted. 

Thana snickered. 

Abigail lowered her shorts and panties in one go; if she were wearing panties at all. I could see her body almost in its entirety now, except for the bra she kept on, adding to her casual, uncaring air. She seemed like a touchstone to everything Thana had given up with her vampirism. Her skin was tanned, vibrant with life, a sultry dance going through her body with each cool breath she took. She laid back on Thana’s desk, bra and stockings only, her pink sex winking at me, all of her groin shaven carefully bare. She and Thana regarded me with almost identical looks of impatience.

“Go on, Ivan,” Thana purred. “Make her your bitch. It should be easy. You see what a slut she is already.” Her nose wrinkled in cheerful disdain. “Just use her as your cock-holster. She’ll be putty in your hands.”

Fuck it, I finally thought to myself. Ninety percent of any office job is going with the flow…

I pulled down my zipper and hauled myself out of my underwear. The sheer oddity of the situation had thrown a little cold water on me, but I was still half-hard. It was interesting to see how their poker faces went when they saw my cock at last. Abigail raised an intrigued eyebrow, her look of amusement gaining another dimension, while Thana sucked in breath, licking her lips with obvious relish. 

I started to wonder how much Thana was getting off on this—even more than Abigail?—when the secretary opened her legs. She was wet enough for me to smell it. Whatever Thana and Abigail’s arrangement was, Abigail was a willing participant. I could only think that in her own way, on some level she shared with Thana alone, she was begging for it. 

After that little performance, I was fully hard. I dove on Abigail like I was a sixteen-year-old virgin out to prove myself to a more experienced lover. It was a little embarrassing, but exciting too. I thrust into her as fast as I could while still holding back some, to stop if she couldn’t take all of me, and found myself sliding easily into Abigail’s cunt, filling her like we were built for each other. Maybe Thana had taken that into account.

Still, Abigail evidently wasn’t used to that. Her lips lightly parted and her eyes widened more than I had ever seen them, though they didn’t bug out of her head or anything. On the surface, she was still the droll, laconic secretary I was used to dealing with. Only someone who had known her as long as I had could identify what a crack this was in her mask.

“Jesus,” she muttered, her tone slightly impressed, but still with a mocking edge. “You really need all that cock, cowboy? What do you do with girls after you hollow them out, huh?”

Thana answered before I could. “What’s the matter, Abigail? Scared?”

And in turn, before Abigail could answer, I fed more of myself into her. Her words broke off into a series of jitters. “N-no… not scared… just… juh-just…” Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sucked in a deep breath before refocusing. “Jesus, Ivan! You’re gonna break my pussy with that!”

Thana smirked. “Here’s hoping.”

I let the feeling of humiliation work itself into a rage inside me. Who the hell did they think they were, anyway, either of them? Was this brusque treatment, this casual, more-blasé-than-thou act supposed to make me feel small, bring me down to some subordinate level, below even Thana’s personal bitch? I might not’ve been a master vampire, but I was through taking shit. I swore to myself that when I got through with Abigail, she’d be on her knees, thanking my cock for ever getting hard. My girl, not Thana’s. If she wanted to play games, we’d play for keeps.

“Take it, cunt!” I hissed, and thrust savagely into Abigail. Her eyes were fuming, impressed and incensed in equal measure, while her teeth were gritted, jaw muscles working convulsively. I didn’t know if she was responding to me hilting myself inside her or to her new nickname, but Abigail’s pussy squeezed rhythmically all around me, like a tentative hand, experimentally feeling me to see if I was really as long and as hard as I seemed. Maybe she hadn’t gotten a good look at my prick before she let me in, or maybe she’d overestimated how much she could take, but I could definitely feel her stretching as I buried myself in her, opening and awakening parts of her that no one else had ever touched. Her eyes moistened with tears: as much joy as pain.

Her hips twitching, lifting her pussy up in a flailing attempt to mount my frenzy. I tired of it quickly, instead forcing my hands under her cute little ass and holding her into the thrusts I pounded down into her. Her whole body shook with the fat cock I pumped into her. So did the desk. I did it harder and faster, until her face was a wide-eyed, open-mouthed mask of lust turned worshipfully up to me. 

But I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted to overwhelm her, master her. I grasped her legs and drew them up until they were pressed down into her chest. Bent over on herself, held down flat to the desk except for the cunt she offered up to my manhood, she was exactly what Thana had told me to make of her: a cock-holster.

I felt Abigail’s cunt tightening around me, as if it could do anything to keep me out, offer any pleasure that I wasn’t already getting from her. In a flare of disdain for her, showing I was bringing her to orgasm without any concern for her whatsoever, I turned to look at Thana. 

She was still lounging in her chair, looking on like a cat would stare off into space: seeing everything and nothing with an equal amount of Zen interest. Her hand rubbed her chin thoughtfully. I had half expected her to be masturbating—what was the point of this otherwise?—but there was such a contented languor to her that it was almost like she had come already, by arranging this, and now she was enjoying the afterglow. All that was missing was a lit cigarette. Maybe that was considered gauche these days.

Suddenly, like a cat going nuts out of nowhere, Thana leaned forward and slapped Abigail across the face. “Don’t just lie there, you useless sperm bank. Come for him!” She leaned back in her chair, now throwing one leg over an armrest, like she was more fulfilled than ever. 

The excitement in Abigail’s eyes now was feral, almost afraid, and it started to get to me, echoing after my cathartic venting like the burn after a swallow of whiskey. With the way Thana dominated Abigail, warming her up for me to fuck, it felt like we were taking her together, consuming different parts of her: Abigail taking her half and me, mine. If it was an even split. I felt like Thana might be getting more out of this than I was, which was saying something, considering how Abigail clenched her cunt around me until it was impossible not to savor it. She rebelled against my downward thrusts, throwing her doubled-over loins up to me like she was trying to bust right through me. 

Her eyes rolled back in her head, almost in a panic, while her face twitched—we could both feel the sharp, strong pangs of orgasm deep inside her. She wailed in an agony of enjoyment, panting and trembling like she could barely hold her rapture inside herself. 

Then her mouth yawned open in a wide exhale and she lay there, shuddering with the sheer relief her orgasm had brought. I paused for a moment, just to let her feel how deep I was inside her, her pussy almost pathetically clinging to my length, faithfully trying to bring me off. Abigail stared up at me, eyes glazed over, but a definite thankfulness in them. I felt a rush of sympathy, of affection, for her. She was a pretty girl, nice when she could be, and whatever she had with Thana, she couldn’t help who she loved. I wanted to kiss her, caress her, give her something less violent than the orgasm she’d just suffered her way through enjoying.

Thana put her sandaled feet up on the desk, crossing her ankles right next to Abigail’s flushed face.

“You dirty whore,” she said huskily, the fingers of her right hand playing with a pendant around her neck. “You’re really getting off on this, aren’t you? He’s stuffing his cock inside you and that’s all it takes to make you come. I wish I’d known earlier what a slut you were. It would’ve saved me so much time. Kiss my Jimmy Choos, cock-holster. I might have stepped in some cum earlier. You never know…”

I knew what she was doing. Now that I’d satisfied her plaything, she was taking back control, making it all part of her game. But I didn’t finish so easily. Just as Abigail puckered her lips, I rammed myself deep into her, and she cringed with a fearful cry—but one that was exhilarated, too. She’d gotten off a roller coaster and now she was getting right back on, with no line this time. She was right back at the top of the hill, ready to fly again.

“Come on,” I rasped, demanding even more of her attention. I could see Thana’s prettily painted toes wiggling impatiently, but they were miles outside of Abigail’s awareness. Her face shook with a satisfying expressiveness as she reacted to every inch of my cock going inside her. “You’re such a good fuck… take it! Take all of it!”

“I—I—already came,” Abigail babbled, forcing her eyes open to see if I’d heard her, then squeezing shut at the end of her plea.

“Your boss is going to need a new desk. I’m gonna fuck you right through this one.”

I rammed myself into Abigail furiously, not angry anymore, but knowing this was what she wanted—to be sublimated to her lover as much as possible. Her eyes blinked open and looked up at me with shaky gratitude before closing again. Her need cut right through me. I felt my cockhead swelling up, my balls feeling hard as stainless steel as they thudded against Abigail’s pert ass, cum frothing like lava at the base of my shaft.

Thana rose from her seat so quickly it almost startled me off of Abigail, but I don’t think anything could’ve scared me away from the fuck, not at that point. Strolling from the middle of the desk to the end, Thana stood over Abigail’s head. With her bent in half at the waist, her legs were up in the air, arranged in a vee that Thana was almost in-between. She took hold of Abigail’s left leg. I kept fucking her. She rolled the stocking down Abigail’s thigh. I kept fucking her. She bit into Abigail’s calf and I kept fucking her.

I could’ve sworn I brought Abigail to a second orgasm before Thana’s teeth broke the skin, but having Thana inside her seemed to intensify what she was feeling, push her over the edge or force her down faster, like stepping on the gas pedal while your car is already going downhill.

Abigail whimpered with pain that instantly twisted into a moan of soulful pleasure. She looked at me again, eyes dilated—somehow I felt like Thana was looking through them, manipulating Abigail, infusing Abigail with her will when Abigail had none of her own. Abigail reached up, twining her fingers in my hair, and drew me down between her legs to seek out my mouth. We must’ve made quite a sight: Abigail doubled over at the waist, me hunched over her, jackhammering into her pussy, and Thana our headboard, drinking the blood from Abigail’s leg as her stocking hung off her foot.

I fought through my misgivings, pistoning it to Abigail hard, taking every fold of her sweet pussy. It was beautiful. Like me and Thana were making love, only instead of sharing our bodies, we were sharing Abigail. Using all of her lovely body as a prophylactic between us. I looked into Thana’s eyes as I kissed Abigail and she drank from her. I saw that she was coming. Huge eyes rolled back in her head like she’d taken a drug.

I felt a spasm shoot through my cock like an electric current and the walls of Abigail’s sex closed on me like a fist, like she was making one last attempt to take control of the fuck, one last gesture of pride before she drowned in the pleasure Thana and I were bringing to her. It was sweet as hell, oddly endearing. 

I ignored Thana’s heated gaze, Abigail’s kisses, and just thrust into her, thrust into her, thrust into her, until it felt like I would burn up in the heat of it. Then, release, long and hard, losing myself in excruciating relief as I drained into her. I fought against it, but it was already happening, sating the sexual hunger that had felt so inexhaustible a moment ago. Abigail beamed as she came again, wholeheartedly squealing her own ecstasy… there was a measure of victory in how she’d brought this out of me, finished me off where Thana couldn’t, or hadn’t. I came until my head spun and my blood pounded in my ears, a feeling of warmth suffusing my cock—the seed I had poured into Abigail filling her cunt and surrounding my prick. It was satisfying as hell, the perfect counterpart to her sweetly sour mouth against mine, rubbing together with warm and love as I lay paralyzed on top of her. Her lips curved into a smile against mine.

“You did it,” she whispered, and when I looked her in the eye, I could tell that she was mine. It was a heady feeling. More trippy than the sex, even. How was I going to tell Carina about this? That I was in love with another woman? Was I in love? Was she in love with me? Or was she my willing sex slave—was that what she wanted out of a relationship? Maybe me and Thana would have joint custody.

Thana pulled me off of Abigail, ‘helping me’ to my feet as I forced my body into sluggish motion—tucking myself away and doing up my pants again. Abigail stayed where she was, arms and legs dangling off the desk. At some point, all the motion had forced one of her breasts out of her askew bra. It made her look more fucked out than ever, like she was the last person to leave an orgy.

“You wouldn’t think it’d be fun to dominate her when it’s also so easy,” Thana said, her voice even—no trace of a sneer or excitement, just a bored disinterest that had to be a cover for something. She wiped blood from her mouth with a fisted hand. “But some people are like that. No matter how many times you conquer them, you just want to do it again and again. I hear some people call that monogamy.”

She gave me a not-so-playful shove. I rocked on my heels and nearly fell over. 

“Get going. You can fuck Abigail anytime—and I do mean anytime—but I need my lost sheep back right now.”

I left, closing the door behind me… but then I lingered, risking a listen for a moment. I heard Abigail speaking softly, almost lovingly—miles away from her usual acerbic tone, almost too weak for me to hear.

“Don’t be angry… you wanted me to play with him… if he doesn’t mind sharing me… why should you mind sharing him? He made us both… oh yes, I can see it dripping out of you…”

“Shut up,” Thana spat. I had no problem hearing her. “You’re such a goddamn slut… lick me… you filthy… dirty… HARDER!”

I left. Even if I was capable of feeling lust after having been so thoroughly drained, it would be bad enough to be caught listening in on Thana and Abigail’s private conversations. I didn’t want to think about what Thana would do if she knew that I’d heard that.

“Lazy cunt—just lie there while he fucks you—you work for me, baby—you fucking work!”