The Deadly Suck

Ingrid was sitting at the back of the club, in a dark corner. She was wearing black jeans, a red top and red heels which suited her pale-white skin and black glossy hair perfectly. The sluts and drunken men did not suit Ingrid's fancie until a 21 year old man, Jake came in, sat at the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary. Ingrid knew he was the right one, and struted across the room, making guys wolf whistle and try touching her large boobs and tight ass. She sat next to Jake, ordering a Bloody mary too.

"Whats up?" She asked.
"No one here is like me, just sluts, whores and drunk men." Jake said, looking at Ingrid.
"So you think I'm a slut?" Asked Ingrid, knowing what she's doing.
"No, your to pretty." Jake said, zipping up his coat.

"Follow me." She said, putting her black, leather coat on. Jake followed, right until the middle of town to a large block of flats. Ingrid unlocked the door to a hallway of doors and a lift at the end.
"Do you know any one here?" Asked Jake, breaking the silence.
"Hm? No, because nobody lives here! I own all these flats. Once, they were full." Said Ingrid, pressing the 5th floor, the last floor in the elevator.

"What happened to them?" Jake asked, wondering why the stench outside the lift door smelt like dead bodies.
"They got murdered. 60% did, 40% moved out." Ingrid said.
"Here we are!" Ingrid said, opening the lift doors to a large, modern house.

"Sit down, while I get the champagne!" Ingrid said, smirking. When she placed the glasses on the table, the bent down to make sure Jake got sight of her lovely ass. She sat down, close to him.
"Your name is Josh, no, Jake, right?" Ingrid said.
"Yeah, your name is Rose, no, Ingrid, right?" Said Jake. Ingrid laughed.

"Right, but call me..." Ingrid unbuckled his pants, letting his 10-inch boner spring out.
"...Sucker" Ingrid pulled his boxers down to his ankles. She unbuttoned her top 2 buttons for her top part of her boobs to pop out.
"What are you doing, Ingrid?" Jake asked, pulling away.

"Shut up." Ingrid said, and started sinking her pointed teeth into his cock. Her eyes turned into black pools, and she sucked the pouring blood from the cock head.
"You might die, sorry!" Ingrid said, kissing Jake's pale cheek.
"Whats the... green stuff around... my helmet?" Asked Jake, his energy running out.

"Venom. Jake, don't go home with strangers." Ingrid said, then deepthroated him, biting all the way down, letting the cock turn red. Jake cummed, taking all the energy out of him.
"Your...killing...me..." Jake said, finally dieing. Ingrid sucked the last drops of blood from his cockhead, then stood up and wiped her mouth.

"He, he was a virgin. The blood was sweet." Ingrid said to herself. Jake eyes opened, looking like he was still dead.
"I'm... alive. I'm... paralised. Please... let... me... fuck... your... ass..." Jake said. He was sprawled across the couch.
"Sure, victim." Ingrid said, pulling her pants down, jumped onto of him into the reverse cowgirl.

"Ahhhhhhhhh......." Jake said, slowely dieing off, loving every moment. Ingrid bounced on top of him, never had her ass fucked before.

"Your making me so wet, oh my gosh, your cock is riding my ass so hard, AHHHHHHHH you've his my G-spot. FUCK ME! FUCK ME BASTARD!!!!" Ingrid ripped of her top, and jumped off. She made him suck her right tit, but finally, he made a gurgle noise and slowely, but surely, died.

Ingrid was disappointed, as she loved that moment. She whisteled, and rats, bats and mice ran out the walls. After a hour, there won't be a piece of bone left of Jake. Ingrid strutted over to a floor board, pulled 5 up, and then there was a coffin, next to a diary with "My Sex Diary, 1605." Ingrid jumped in her coffin, fingered herself for 10-20 minutes then fell asleep.