My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

“Mmmh… mhhhh… ahhhh!”

The bubbling jacuzzi provides the background noise for Melania’s high-pitched moans of pleasure.

Submerged in the warm water, Axel sits back comfortably while Melania straddles him, slowly rocking her hips and letting his hard cock slide deep inside her.

Their tongues gently intertwine as they make love slowly and tenderly, a sharp contrast to the nearly two hours of nonstop wild, passionate sex they just had.

Knock! Knock!

They’re interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by the polite, professional voice of a room service waiter.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lustsilk, as requested, I’m here with your dinner.”

“Yeah, yeah, just leave it outside. We’ll come get it,” Axel replies quickly, with no intention of interrupting his intimate moment with Melania now.

She, however, seems to have a very different idea.

“Ahhh… finally, food! All that sex made me insanely hungry!” she exclaims, climbing off him.

Water runs down the generous curves of her naked body as she steps out of the jacuzzi and walks toward the door without even bothering to put on a robe.

She’s still completely naked when she swings the door wide open, and Axel isn’t too happy about it.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that only the dinner cart is waiting outside.

“You might be a succubus, but a little modesty wouldn’t kill you. What if that waiter had stayed to wait for a tip?”

“Well… you would’ve saved a few bucks. Seeing me naked would’ve been more than enough of a tip,” she replies with a smug grin.

“Ah… you really are hopeless…”

Melania pulls the dinner cart into the room and closes the door behind her.

The meal is mostly Italian food — pizza, lasagna, and several kinds of risotto.

During their week in Italy to celebrate six years together, they fell in love with Mediterranean cuisine. Ever since then, they’ve barely eaten anything else.

There’s also a tray full of desserts and a basket of fruit on the cart.

That’s what catches Melania’s attention — more specifically, the bunch of bananas.

She picks out the biggest one and holds it inches from her face, staring at it with a sultry look and a mischievous smile.

“Know what this reminds me of…?”

Axel doesn’t need much imagination to get what she’s implying.

“Let’s see if it’s as big as yours…” she continues.

Then she opens her mouth and slides the banana halfway in.

Her lips close around the peel and her cheeks hollow as she sucks on it, never taking her teasing eyes off Axel.

Her tongue circles the tip before she pushes it deeper, until the banana almost disappears down her throat.

That little display of skill makes Axel instantly hard again.

A moment later, Melania pulls the banana out, slick with saliva.

“Mmh… I still can’t decide whether your cock or this banana is bigger. Well, there’s only one way to be sure.”

A second later, she’s already sitting on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread. Without hesitation, she slides the fruit into her pussy, still soaking wet and stretched from all the sex they had earlier.

A long moan escapes her throat as she pushes it all the way in, then starts moving it inside herself to masturbate.

She keeps at it for barely a minute under Axel’s gaze, caught somewhere between arousal and disbelief — along with a hint of curiosity about her final verdict on whether his cock or the banana is better.

“Yeah, your cock is way better,” she concludes, pulling the fruit out of herself and letting it drop to the floor.

Then she holds out her arms to Axel, and he doesn’t need to be asked twice.

He lunges at her, but she pushes him away, sending him onto his back on the mattress.

“Ugh… so impatient, Axel. We’ve been fucking this whole time, so let’s do something different now. Leave it to me.”

Melania grabs the whipped cream from the dessert tray and spreads a generous amount all over his cock, then drizzles some honey on top.

Finally, she pulls her hair back and leans down over him.

Her tongue starts at the base, gathering the cream and honey together. She slowly works her way up until she reaches the head. She takes it fully into her mouth, sucking and licking it eagerly while one hand massages his already tight balls.

“D-Definitely the best dessert I’ve ever had,” she mumbles, her voice muffled.

“Couldn’t agree more,” he says, grabbing her by the hair and pushing her head even farther down.

Melania’s head moves up and down faster and faster, saliva, whipped cream, and honey dripping from her chin onto her breasts.

Every now and then, she pulls away, sticks out her tongue, and licks only the tip while looking him straight in the eyes. Then she lowers her head again and takes him all the way down, until the tip of her nose nearly brushes against his pubic bone.

With Axel already so worked up, it doesn’t take long before his cum mixes with the white whipped cream, and she swallows it all in one gulp.

Melania’s cream-covered lips curl into a satisfied smile. Then she lies back on the bed and spreads her legs.

“Now it’s your turn to enjoy dessert, my love.”

Axel quickly grabs the bowl of whipped cream and uses up what’s left, spreading it in a trail from her pussy to her navel, then all the way up to her huge breasts, smearing some over her nipples.

Next comes the melted chocolate, which he drizzles along her inner thigh. Then he buries his head between her legs and starts licking eagerly.

His tongue pushes deep inside her while his hands hold her thighs apart.

Melania moans loudly, her pelvis instinctively lifting and pressing against his mouth.

Then he works his way up her stomach, following the trail of whipped cream until he reaches her breasts.

He takes one nipple into his mouth and gently bites it while his already hard cock slides back inside her pussy, still covered in cream.

They roll around on the bed, smeared with chocolate, honey, whipped cream, and their own fluids like pigs in mud. First she’s on top, then he is, until they climax at the exact same moment and collapse onto the mattress, sweaty and out of breath.

“Can we actually eat now…?” Melania mutters as her stomach growls loudly.

“You’re the one who started it… Anyway, I think we should switch rooms. Shower, eat, then sleep. And by sleep, I mean actually sleep. We’ve got a ton of stuff to do tomorrow.”

“Like what?”

“It’s a surprise.”