Becca Bellamy
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She Feeds - Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-10-28 04:38:08 +0000 UTCYes, I watched two vampire movies this October. Yes, they were far more sexual than I imagined. Yes, I decided I'd have a little fun and try my hand at a vampire-tinged cuckold story with a dash of femdom energy. No, I'm not diving deep into vampire lore or rules. I'm just having fun. I hope you have some fun reading it :)
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Tom was never someone who believed in luck. Instead, he believed in hard work. He wasn't someone who'd wait around for life to hand him something. He'd work his ass off to get it.
He'd worked hard in college and graduate school. He'd worked hard to get a good job in finance. He'd worked hard to woo his wife, Lucy.
The result of all that hard work was a thriving career, a beautiful house in an idyllic suburb, a blissfully happy marriage, and excitement about plans to start a family.
Then, in an instant, the career disappeared and everything good about Tom’s life was suddenly at risk, all because Tom's boss was running a Ponzi scheme under everyone’s noses. He knew nothing about it, but his association with the firm meant no one in finance would hire him. The chilly overall hiring environment meant he couldn't really find work anywhere else, either.
One struck of bad luck seemed poised to ruin everything. The house was at risk. Lucy was frustrated with him for not knowing what his boss was up to and his marriage suddenly seemed like it was on the rocks. Plans to start a family were put on hold until they figured out their financial future.
Tom wasn't someone who sat around on his ass, though, which is why he'd accepted his brother-in-law's offer to do seasonal work decorating people's homes and yards for Halloween. It paid $25/hour, which wasn't great but was better than anything else Tom could find. It would last through the rest of the year, too, as his brother-in-law's company generated even more work doing Christmas decorations.
The thing that Tom was most excited about, though, was decorating the McKinley estate, the centerpiece of which was a spectacular gothic mansion that was absolutely ideal for an intricate collection of Halloween decorations.
The previous owners had never dressed up the estate for the season - they'd kept the gates tightly locked to prevent trick-or-treaters, in fact - but the new owner had contacted Tom's brother-in-law in early September to book a week to decorate, which meant there was a great deal of work to be done.
Tom knew that one job wasn't going to turn his life around, but the estate cost a pretty penny, which meant its new owner was wealthy, which meant he at least stood a chance at impressing them - whoever they were - and perhaps finding his way to helping the new owner invest their money. Tom knew it was a long shot, but sometimes life's greatest rewards came from the long shots.
Tom arrived at 9 a.m. sharp on a Wednesday, driving his car up the long and needlessly - at least in his opinion - windy driveway before pulling up in front of the breathtaking mansion. He turned off the engine, stepped out, and stood on the cracked asphalt of the driveway. The gentle hiss of the gas lamps behind him joined with the gentle sound of leaves rustling in the breeze on the tall trees on either side of the grand mansion.
As he approached the front door, Tom gazed in awe at the impeccable gothic architectural touches and the dark stone that had absorbed hundreds of years worth of turbulent weather and remained as strong as ever.
Tom searched in vain for a doorbell before raising his hand to grasp the knocker and announce his presence. The door opened before he could do so, though no one stood in the grand foyer in front of him.
"Hello?"
Tom leaned in his eyes swept over the home's grand entryway, his eyes dancing over the dual staircases and the sumptuous dark wood with intricately carved designs that adorned the walls.
He stepped inside and the door swung shut with a thud, startling Tom. He heard the distinct sounds of heels on hardwood, though he saw no one approaching. A door creaked and Tom's head whipped to the left.
"Welcome."
Tom jumped with fright as the woman's voice seemingly filled his head, reverberating between his ears. He turned to see an elegant brunette in a red satin blouse, a dark leather skirt, and a pair of shiny heels.
"I hope I didn't give you a fright," she said before smiling in a manner that made Tom think she very much enjoyed the fact that she'd scared him.
"Oh, no, not at all," he lied.
She rested her hand on his forearm for a moment and Tom found himself unable to turn away from her gaze. In fact, it felt as though he was being drawn into her in an inexplicable manner. His jaw felt slack and his body deeply relaxed. Her eyes seemed to glow for just an instant and then she lifted the back of her hand towards his mouth and without thinking Tom bent forward and kissed it softly.
"You must be Tom," she said.
"Yes. How did you...how did you know my name?"
She smiled. "I'm Mina."
Silence followed and it seemed that he wouldn't be getting an answer to his question, so he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mina."
A brief, sharp cry rang out. Tom heard the pain in the voice that had produced the sound. It was distinct enough that he winced on behalf of the man that had clearly suffered some sort of injury.
"Is that guy okay?" Tom asked.
Mina acted as if she hadn't heard him, turning and walking away as Tom remained still. "Follow me, Tom."
Despite his misgivings, Tom followed behind the elegant woman. He noted the alluring nature of her blouse – even from behind – and the remarkable fit of her skirt, which hugged her hips and ass so perfectly that Tom found it difficult to look away.
"It's rude to stare like that, Tom," Mina noted.
"How did you..." he began before thinking better of it. It seemed impossible that she'd actually seen him staring - she didn't have eyes in the back of her head, after all - and yet he'd absolutely been staring and she'd been right to chide him for doing so.
Mina carried on walking through the house and Tom dutifully followed in her wake, admiring the sheer artistry of the home's construction, in particular the woodwork that must have taken hundreds - if not thousands - of hours of delicate labor to craft.
"How old is this house?" he asked.
A sharp cry - much like the first - rang out again, though this time it was louder. The agony was the same, though, and Tom froze in place as wondered why Mina didn't even flinch at the awful sound.
"Can you hear that?" he asked.
She stopped, lifted a hand, and snapped her fingers. Tom's legs moved, propelling him forward. Mina resumed her walk down the hallway, stopping at an ornate wooden door. She pointed to it and Tom grasped the handle without thinking, pulling the door open.
"After you," she said.
Tom stared into the inky blackness of what he assumed was her basement and then turned to Mina. "Is there a light?"
She gestured towards the doorway and he looked back to see that the way down was now illuminated. Tom gingerly placed his foot on the first step and tensed when it creaked. Mina rested a hand on his shoulder and in an instant he was relaxed. He smiled and made his way down the stairs with her fingers resting on his shoulder the entire time.
The pained cry rang out again as Tom reached the bottom step. He felt no fear, though. In fact, he barely registered the sound. His brain was awash in a sense of bliss that left everything around him fuzzy in the best way possible, as if there was no reason to feel anything but happy, for life was a perfect dream in that moment.
Mina took his hand and that feeling deepened. She led Tom through the basement - which was, in fact, elegantly finished in the gothic style and appeared to be quite sizable - and stopped outside an ornate set of double wooden doors.
Mina reached for one of the doors and Tom's hand moved towards the other. They opened them together and inside he saw a beautiful naked woman with red hair and the most wondrous milky white skin. She was on her back on a bed with sheets made of a shiny black material that enhanced the beauty of her pale skin. A naked man stood at the foot of the bed with an impressive erection gently bobbing, seemingly in time with his heart beat.
"Please," the woman said. "Please fuck me."
"No!" a man cried out.
Tom hadn't the second man. He too was naked, though his cock was soft. His hands were in cuffs and lifted above his head by a chain that disappeared into the darkness, though it had to be attached to something firm as the man fought against his bondage with some vigor.
Out of the darkness came a strap of some sort. It struck the bound man's back and he unleashed the yelp of pain that Tom had heard several times already. His legs buckled and for a moment he hung by his wrists, twisting in the air while the woman in the bed began to masturbate while ceaselessly begging for the erect man to fuck her.
"Exquisite," Mina said softly.
Tom turned to see her eyes were glowing yellow, that her lips had curled into a disturbing smile, that her skin appeared to be shining in a manner that baffled his fuzzy mind.
"Please," the redhead cried out, pulling Tom's attention back to the spacious, darkly-lit room just beyond the double doors. "Take me. I'm yours. Do as you please with me!"
The bound man cried out. The strap came down upon his flesh and he yelped in pain once more. The erect man crawled into the bed. Mina moaned next to Tom and he turned to see that she'd unbuttoned her blouse and was grasping her breast with remarkable vigor while her eyes focused intently on the woman in the bed.
Some part of Tom understood that he was witnessing something disturbed, and yet he felt perfectly calm. Happy, even.
A moan came from the cavernous room and Tom turned his attention back to the bed with the shiny black sheets. The man with the erection was on top of the redhead now. She writhed beneath him and moaned desperately.
"Please, take me," she said. "Use me. Indulge in me. I'm yours. I'm all yours."
The man with the erection looked towards Mina and Tom turned to see her nod. His head whipped back towards the bed and he watched the man's erect cock slide into the redhead. She spread her arms wide and arched her back as the cock entered her. The bound man cried out in agony, though he hadn't been punished. Tom suspected that the bound man loved the woman in the bed and that he was witnessing something far more painful than the punishment that had caused the yelps of pain.
Mina gripped Tom's hand tighter and he turned his attention back to the redhead, who was clearly in a state of ecstasy. She writhed beneath the man fucking her, her head rolling from side to side as her arms remained spread wide.
"Please...take me," she said. "I'm yours!"
"No!" the bound man cried out.
The strap came down on his back half a dozen times. His screams filled the room before he went silent. Tom felt perfectly calm, though. Strangely so, in fact.
The redheaded woman seemed on the verge of an orgasm, as did the man inside her. He lowered himself onto her body. He turned his head and Tom was certain he caught a glimpse of something that couldn't be, as it appeared as though the man had sprouted a pair of fangs.
"Take her!" Mina cried out.
The man fucking the redhead reared back for a moment and then his head plunged towards her neck. The ornate double doors slammed shut just before he reached her milky white skin. Wild moans of pleasure rang out as if the redhead was in the midst of the most breathtaking orgasm of her life.
"Come," Mina said.
They turned and walked away, the sounds of pleasure fading until Tom could hear only his breathing. Mina ascended the stairs first, though she held Tom's hand the entire time. The basement door shut behind him as he stepped into the hallway and Mina turned to face him.
"What did you see down there?" she asked.
Tom opened his mouth, but no answer came. He was dumbfounded. "I...I can't remember."
Mina smiled. "And how do you feel?"
That answer came without hesitation. "I feel incredible. Better than I've ever felt."
Mina reached up and caressed his face. Tom's eyelids fluttered and a sudden and deep sense of relaxation washed over him.
"Remember that feeling, Tom, and remember that I'm the one that makes you feel that way."
"I will," he answered softly.
Her hand fell to her side and Tom's eyes snapped open. Mina was smiling at him and he felt a rush of warmth and affection for her, though he wasn't sure why. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten to where they were standing, either, though Tom felt no confusion, especially when Mina took his hand and led him down the hallway and out of the house. They walked past his car and towards the massive garage. The door opened - seemingly without prompting - and Tom smiled at the wealth of Halloween decorations that waited inside.
"On that bench on the left you'll find the basic layout for the yard decorations that I'd like you to adhere to," Mina instructed. "You can take artistic license here and there, of course, but I have a plan and I'd like you to stick to it for the most part. The servant's quarters out back are filled with even more decorations, so if you can't find what you need in here, please check there before you come and see me."
"Of course."
She released his hand and Tom felt a sudden and almost overwhelming desire to feel her touch once more. He stopped himself from grabbing her hand and instead resolved to work as hard as possible to impress her, to show her that he was worthy of spending more time in her presence.
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"Wake up, Tom."
The voice was soft and ethereal as Tom stirred in bed.
"Wake up, Tom."
The voice sounded familiar as it echoed in his head. Tom's eyes opened and his head turned towards the large bay window that was the centerpiece of the master bedroom. The curtains were open despite the fact that Tom had closed them before he and Lucy had made love that night.
He pulled the covers aside and ambled towards the window to close the curtains. The moon seemed brighter than it should have been and Tom peered out to see that it was full. That wasn't right, though. It had been only a sliver earlier that night.
A figure rose up and floated in front of the window. Tom covered his mouth to stifle a scream of surprise. He looked towards the bed to see that it was empty and he wondered where Lucy had gone.
"Open the window, Tom."
He turned to see that the figure outside was, in fact, Mina. She wore a white silk nightgown and the cold air had clearly rendered her nipples hard as they poked through the delicate material.
"Open the window," her voice echoed in his head.
Tom lifted the window and Mina floated towards the house. She reached out and he took her hand. In an instant he was outside and floating next to her.
"What is this?" he asked.
Mina smiled and they floated high into the cold night air. The neighborhood shifted below him, houses and immaculate yards flashing by. Tom should have been afraid, but instead he felt perfectly calm. Happy, even.
Eventually the world slowed beneath them and they dropped down until they were floating outside the bedroom of an unfamiliar – though quite grand – home. Through the windows Tom saw a couple having sex. He looked away instinctively and saw Mina smiling at him.
"Poor Tom," she said softly, her words gently echoing in his head. "He looks, but he doesn't see."
Tom turned back to the window and peered into the bedroom. The woman was on top with her head tilted towards the ceiling as she moved her hips back and forth at a slow, sensual pace. The look of ecstasy on her face was matched by the man beneath her. They were clearly having sex and it appeared to be exceptional.
"Look closer," Mina whispered.
They rushed towards the window until Tom's face was nearly pressed against it. He recognized the man in the bed as his former boss, though he'd never seen him looking quite so happy. Tom turned his attention to the woman and his chest tightened. It was Lucy.
"What is this?" he asked of Mina.
"This is the truth."
She floated behind him. Her lips caressed the back of his neck. The tightness in his chest floated away and suddenly the sight of his wife having sex with his former boss seemed quite pleasing.
"The truth doesn't have to be painful," Mina whispered. "The truth can set you free, Tom."
Suddenly Tom could hear what was unfolding in the bedroom. His wife's moans echoed in his head. Beautiful, soft, sensual moans of pleasure. His boss offered a low groan every now and then. He heard the distinct wetness of Lucy's pussy as she ground her clit into his boss's pelvis, generating wave after wave of pleasure through blissful friction.
"You feel so good inside me, Ben," she said.
He reached up and took her breasts in his hands, focusing Tom's attention entirely on the sight of another man gently massaging the flesh that he'd showered in so much affection over the years.
Lucy placed her hands over Ben's. She arched her back deeper. She opened her mouth and fully tilted her head towards the ceiling. She cried out and Tom watched his wife have an orgasm with another man's cock inside her.
Mina's hand slipped into Tom's underwear as her lips brushed against the back of his neck while they floated far above the ground and peered into the second floor window.
"It feels good to watch her cum on someone else's cock, doesn't it Tom?" she whispered.
"Yes."
His underwear floated to the ground and Mina wrapped her fingers around his erect shaft. She stroked him slowly as Lucy climbed off of her lover's cock and moved to her hands and knees in his bed. Ben got behind her, rubbed the head of his dick over her pussy lips, and slowly filled her as Lucy's lips parted to unleash a low moan that echoed in Tom's head.
"She lets him fuck her doggystyle," Mina said. "Does she let you fuck her doggystyle, Tom?"
"No."
He should have felt distressed, angered, annoyed. He felt none of those things, though. Instead, it was only the purest pleasure that coursed through Tom's body as he watched another man fuck his wife from behind.
"Pull my hair," Lucy pleaded. "Pull my hair and spank me!"
Ben obliged with a smile. He grabbed a tight fistful of her hair and pulled back as Lucy's arms extended and her back arched. Ben delivered a series of aggressive slaps on her ass, causing her flesh to ripple beautifully each time he struck it. Lucy moaned louder as if she was thoroughly enjoying being fucked in that manner.
"Cum in me," Lucy cried out. "Fuck...Ben...cum in my pussy!"
Mina tightened her grip on Tom's cock as he watched his wife have sex with another man.
"Her pleasure is beautiful, isn't it?" Mina whispered.
"It's perfect."
Tom felt her lips against his neck. They parted and she sucked on his flesh as he neared his orgasm while Ben and Lucy appeared to be nearing their climaxes.
"Cum in me!" Lucy cried out.
Tom reached the heights of sexual bliss that occurred moments before an orgasm. Mina stopped sucking on his neck for a moment and then he felt a sharp pain in two spots as something dug into neck. He came while Ben emptied himself into Lucy's pussy. An overwhelming lightheadedness followed and Tom's eyes closed as he suddenly felt like he was falling to the ground while something hot and wet poured from his neck.
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Tom shot up in bed with a start. The room was dark. The bay window curtains were closed. His head whipped towards Lucy's side of the bed and he saw her sleeping soundly under the covers.
"What the fuck?" he whispered, though it took some effort to keep his voice quiet.
Tom slid out of bed and ambled towards the bathroom. He pulled off his sweat-soaked t-shirt and tossed it aside before splashing his face with cold water.
"What the fuck," he said once more while staring at himself in the mirror.
Tom turned his head and rubbed his neck where he'd felt the pain. He saw no marks, though, and Lucy was in their bed instead of having sex with his boss.
He told himself it was just a dream. A strange dream, to be sure, but just a dream. Tom wiped his face clean and headed back to bed. Sleep claimed him quickly and was free of dreams of any kind.
He woke feeling refreshed and Lucy kissed Tom on the cheek and handed him a coffee as he walked into the kitchen the next morning.
"I'll bet you slept like a log after all that hard work yesterday," she said.
He sipped the coffee - which was made exactly as he liked it - and considered the wisdom of sharing any part of his dream. Then, without any real thought, he started talking.
"I had the strangest dream. You were having an affair with Ben, my former boss. You were in his bedroom. You were having sex with him. It was so...it was so vivid."
Tears had sprung up in the corners of Lucy's eyes when Tom turned his attention towards his wife. He knew what it meant, and yet he couldn't bring himself to believe it.
"Lucy?"
She shook her head and turned away. "I'm so sorry, Tom. I'm so sorry."
He spilled a little of his coffee before setting the mug on the counter. Imagery from the dream flooded his mind. Lucy riding Ben's cock and cumming in an overwhelming fashion. Lucy on her hands and knees as Ben pulled her hair and spanked her ass. Lucy begging him to cum inside her. Tom cumming as Mina gave him a handjob while they floated outside the window. Tom's body and mind flooded with lust driven by the sight of his wife having sex with another man.
More words spilled from his mouth. "Did he ever...has he ever...has he ever pulled your hair and spanked your ass while fucking you from behind?"
Lucy turned towards him with her mouth agape. "Did he say something? Did he...did he tell you about us?"
Mina had told him. Tom wasn't sure how it was possible, but Mina had told him in a dream. What he'd seen was real, but it couldn't be real.
"No, he didn't."
Lucy burst into tears and rushed towards him. Tom welcomed his wife into his embrace as she sobbed with her head against his chest.
"I'm so sorry, Tom. I love you so much. I'm so sorry!"
Over and over Tom's mind produced the imagery of his wife cumming on Ben's cock and of Ben cumming inside her from behind. Even while Lucy sobbed in his arms it was all he could think of, right up until she stepped back, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and looked down.
"Why are you hard?" she asked.
Tom followed her gaze to the bulge in his boxers. He wasn't just hard. He was as hard as he'd ever been.
"I..." he began, but no words followed. His mind was awash in confusion and Lucy seemed to share in that sensation.
Then, in an instant, the words formed and poured forth.
"I want to taste you, Lucy. I want to taste your pussy."
Her expression was unreadable as she stared at Tom.
"I need to taste you, Lucy. I need to taste the pussy that you gave to Ben over, and over, and over again. I need to taste the pussy that he satisfied in ways I can't."
The words felt like they were coming from somewhere other than Tom's mouth, and yet he was saying them and Lucy was most certainly hearing them.
"Please," he said. "Please let me taste your pussy. Please let me pleasure you while you think about him."
Tom pushed away from the counter and closed the distance between them. He kissed his wife's neck and lowered her pajama pants. He picked her up and set her on the kitchen table. He pulled her panties off and pressed his face between her thighs. His tongue plunged into her pussy and a crystal clear vision of Ben fucking her from behind filled his head.
"Oh, fuck, Tom...fuck that feels so good," Lucy said as her fingers entwined in his hair.
Tom had always been willing to tend to his wife's pussy with his tongue, but he'd never felt great pleasure in doing so. Not until that morning, at least. His body hummed with intense arousal and it was as if Lucy's satisfaction was his own. Soon enough he had her writhing on their kitchen table and his dick was pouring a steady stream of precum into his underwear.
With his wife on the verge of a climax, Tom stood, stripped, and crawled into the bed. He slid into Lucy and fucked her with vigor. They stared into each other's eyes and every moan she unleashed deepened his desire.
A question appeared in Tom's mind. The words spilled forth. "Has he ever fucked you in our home?"
She nodded.
"Our bed?"
She nodded again. "He liked fucking me in our home. In our bed. He liked knowing that he'd fucked me and cum inside me on the couch we'd watch TV on, in the bed with slept in...on the kitchen table where we ate breakfast."
Tom fucked her harder. He fucked his wife with wild abandon and they came together. His body shook from the intensity of his orgasm and Lucy wrapped her arms and legs around him to ensure he didn't roll off the table.
Exhaustion washed over Tom as the intense pleasure of his orgasm slowly receded. He figured anger at his wife's betrayal would follow in the wake of his climax, but instead he felt a remarkable sense of warmth and happiness.
"I wish we could spend the day together," he said. "I wish I could hold you forever. I wish I could make love to you a dozen times today."
They shared a long, slow, deep kiss.
"Only two more days before the weekend. You can hold me all day Saturday and Sunday," she replied.
"That would be amazing."
"We could have lunch together today," Lucy suggested. "Or I could bring you lunch. The mansion sounds impressive and I wouldn't mind seeing it up close if you think that the owner wouldn't mind."
"I'm sure she wouldn't mind at all. That sounds like a perfect plan, in fact."
It was a perfect plan. It just happened to be Mina's plan and so far it was being executed to perfection.
