The Cumpyre

There was something definitely wrong, thought Robert, squinting and looking at the reflection in the face of his wristwatch again.
 Lying naked on a bed in the flat of a Soho ‘Model’, an Eastern European girl with blonde hair in a ponytail and bluey-grey eyes, her pony tail whipping up and down as her head bobbed between his thighs, he had just thought to check the time on his watch to see how long he had till the end of his lunch hour but then he’d noticed something really odd.
He could see himself reflected in the watch face, of course, lying on the prostitutes bed but when he tilted the watch slightly to try and see her reflected in it he couldn’t see anything; no ponytail, no bobbing blonde head, no pretty young girl dressed in a pink lycra tube top and yellow tanga briefs, just his erect penis moving as if being manipulated by an invisible mouth and tongue.
And yet, when he looked directly at her again, he could see her clearly.
“She’s a vampire”, he thought, “It makes sense. She’s definitely Eastern European. She’s probably from Transylvania. I’m being given head by a vampire”
But then, noting the sunlight streaming through the window of her room, he shook his head.
“No she can’t be a vampire”, he said, “Vampires don’t like sunlight”.
But then he checked the reflection in his watch again and her absence from it.
“Well, whatever she is, she’s not human”, he thought.
He got up from the bed, his penis pulled, sliding,from her mouth.
“What’s wrong”, she asked, “Didn’t you like it?”.
Robert was speechless at first, but then he pointed to his wrist.
“My watch. I saw you in my watch. I mean. You have no reflection”, he said, “Are you? You know. Are you a vampire?”.
She shook her head.
“No, no”, she said looking worried, “Not Vampire. Cumpyre. Not blood drinker. Cum drinker”.
“What?”, he asked startled.
“Alright”, she said, “Look. You don’t tell anyone about me and I give you free, okay? Please”.
“So you are a Vampire?”, said Robert.
“No, look, I told you”, she said, “I’m Kumpire. See there are many different…uh...what is the word…types of Vampire. Not all of them drink blood. Some drink tears, some sweat and other…um…body fluids. I am Cumpyre. That means I drink men’s cum”.
She pointed to her open mouth and, startled, Robert saw that she didn’t have any teeth.
“But I saw your teeth earlier, when I paid you”, said Robert, confused, “In fact I thought you had a nice smile”.
“I pull them in”, she said, “Like…how do you say it…like the claws of cat”.
“You retract your teeth?”, he asked, amazed.
“Yes, see. I wouldn’t hurt you. I’m like nice vampire. So no need for you tell anyone”, she said and then, patting the bed, added, “Now, lie on the bed and I give you best blow job you’ve ever had. I give you many blow jobs, okay? Anything you want just as long as you don’t tell anyone”.
Robert got back onto the bed and lay down again.
“Well, it’s such a…a bizarre thing”, said Robert, looking at the ceiling and feeling the lips of the girl encircle his penis again, “I’d like to know more. There are so many questions I’d like to ask you”.
“Okay”, she said, climbing up onto the bed, getting herself into a cowgirl position on top of him before guiding his penis into her, “I tell you an old Transylvanian bedtime story, okay? And you listen”.
Then she started to slowly buck her hips and grind herself against him as she spoke to him in the sweet gentle voice of a mother.
“A long time ago”, she said, “In my home country, there was a man; a wizard and he was in the forest when he saw three beautiful young girls bathing in a lake and then, pointing his finger at them he said, ‘I curse you with an itch that only I can scratch’”.
She started to speed up the bucking motion of her hips.
“And at first the young women, they just laughed because they thought that…you know… that the old man was crazy but then, when they got home, they started to feel this terrible itch upon their backs and all over and however they scratched this itch would not go away, even when they tried using their back scratcher.
Their mother thought maybe the old man had given them fleas and that a hot bath was what they needed but this did not get rid of the terrible itch either.
Then they called a doctor ‘cause they thought maybe they might be ill or maybe they were allergic to something, you know, and then the doctor gave them all kinds of medicines to swallow and rubbed ointment all over their bodies but the itch, still it would not go away.

And all through the night it kept them awake so that they got no sleep at all and then, by morning, they were desperate to find the old man so that he would remove the itch.

Unfortunately when they went to the house of the old man he told them that he would not remove the itch until they had become his whores.

Of course, the idea of being whores for the old man disgusted these young women and they refused, going back home but the itch, it only got worse, and two more days went by being tormented by this itch and after two days of that hell, then the young women could take it no longer and going back to the old man agreed to be his whores.
And when they said this, then the old man scratched their backs and the itch, it went away”.
She started to bounce upon his cock, pulling down her tube top so that her pendulous breasts fell free and started to bounce up and down aswell.
“But then”, she continued, “The three girls, they were so sad being the whores to this old man that, one night, when the old man was asleep, the youngest of the girls picked up a kitchen knife and said to her sisters, "Sisters, while the old man is asleep. Let us scratch his back with this. Scratch it until the itch of life is gone from him altogether"”.
And so the other two sisters, they also picked up knives and they crept into his room to kill him but then the floor boards of that room, they were magic floorboards, they did not just squeak but talked when you stepped upon them and, as the three girls were creeping towards the bed with their knives in their hands, these magic floorboards, they called out, “Old man! Old man! Wake up! Your three young maids have come to scratch your back and they mean to scratch until the itch of your life has gone’ And then, hearing these floorboards talking, the old man, he woke up and he saw the three girls with their three knives in their hands but then, the old man, he just laughed and, pointing at each of these daggers he made them go, you know, floppy, like men’s penis so they could not stab him no more and then he spat in each these three girls faces and he said, “Now I shall teach you to be good whores, I curse each of you so that you must have to drink cum and only cum for the rest of your lives’ and then those three girls they became the first Cumpyres”.
Whimpering, Robert felt himself starting to cum,
“What a…”, he gasped for breath, “What a wonderful story”.
“Yes. But there is one little thing I did not tell you”, she said, smiling, radiantly he thought, down at him.
“What?”, he asked.
“That every cumpyre, she has teeth in her pussy”, she said.
“What?”, asked Robert, starting to panic.
The girl started to giggle,
“Joking” she said with a broad smile,“I’m just joking”
Robert sighed, relieved.
“But we're friends now okay?”, she said, leaning forwards and kissing him on the lips, “You won’t tell anyone about me will you?”
“No”, he said, starting to fall in love with her, “My lips are sealed”.