You and Damon had been hanging out and fucking for a few months by now, and he loved to fuck in exciting new ways you’d never tried and places you’d never been. As he had vampire wealth and no moral code, he was certainly willing to dish out cash or compel people into providing you with luxury too. So when he invited you to come to New York with him, you knew to expect a decadent adventure. You accepted and now here you are, getting ready to see a Broadway show together, followed by sushi for you, and presumably, some serious carnage for your insatiable date. And then a treat for your other insatiable appetites :)

You share a hotel room and while you’re changing, you keep seeing Damon out of the corner of your eye, watching you with a hunger and admiration you know means he’s smelling your blood and wanting your body. You purse your lips to keep from giggling and put on deep red lipstick that matches your shoulderless dress. Since he watched you get dressed, Damon knows you have no bra underneath, and your underwear are barely more than a bit of pink lace holding in your bush. You sit on the edge of the bed and pull on sheer knee high stockings. When you look up, he’s in front of you buttoning his silk shirt. You want to start kissing his cock right then and there, but you know once the two of you get started, there is no way you would quit in time to get to the theater.

So you smile up at him, batting your lashes. Then you lean forward a bit, teasing him by almost touching your mouth to the bulge in his pants before abruptly leaning away and saying, “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”

Damon wanted to just grab you and use his speed to fly there, but you insisted on seeing the city. So after walking a few blocks in the crisp autumn air, you get in the subway together. All the seats are taken and at each stop the car gets a bit more crowded. You end up with your back pressed against Damon. Suddenly the train stops moving while underground between stations. The conductor announces that there’s a problem at a station ahead, and all trains have to stop until it is resolved. All the passengers who understand the garbled announcement groan and complain to each other.

Eventually, Damon shifts behind you to check the time before he says,

“Ah, damn. There goes curtains. We just missed the start of the show.”

“Oh man! This sucks.”

“You know, if we had gone with my idea of flying there, we could be watching people sing about eating human pies right now. It’s your fault we’re stuck down here.”

You bicker a bit longer before running out of steam, mostly because there’s not really anywhere to go or anything to do when you’re pressed that close together. Well, in public at least. There’s plenty you can think of to do that close in private…

Damon is clearly having similar thoughts because you feel a bulge start to press against your back just below his belt. He had begun to notice how soft your ass was against him. His cock hardens a bit at the feeling and he gets an idea. You feel his bulge getting bigger against you and so you aren’t surprised when he leans in to whisper something dirty in your ear. But when you hear exactly what he has in mind, you are shocked.

“Damon!” You say, a bit louder than you mean to be. You lean back so your breath brushes his ear as you whisper, “We’re in public… everyone will see.”

“So? Who do you care about seeing you here? There’s no cops around, no kids, no one you know. Just a bunch of old geezers and nerdy grad students. I bet they’re all dying for a little excitement and feminine beauty.” He pinches your ass.

You yelp a little and laugh, but you still aren’t so sure.

“C’mon, we’re all stuck anyway. We might as well have some fun. Besides, we’d be doing that old lesbian a favor. She clearly needs to get off.” He points at a middle aged woman standing nearby.

Damon senses his teasing isn’t helping, so he reassures you by saying, “I can just erase their memories if anyone gives a shit.”

“That is a good point… and it would be so hot… and I can feel your cock pressing into my ass…and it’s making me so fucking horny.…”

“Exactly, it’s a great idea. And my other idea would have got us to the theater on time, so clearly I’m always right. So we should go with my idea now.” He presses his bulge against you a bit more.

You laugh again and nod. “Okay, okay. Yes.” You take a deep breath and bite your lip. You lean back again and whisper in his ear. “Do it. Do what you want with me and do it now.”

Damon wastes no time reaching around you and pulls you even tighter against him. He keeps his left hand on the pole for the time being, touching your waist with his right and sliding it down to caress your hip. You shiver at his touch and look around at everyone in the train car, wondering how long it will take for people to notice what Damon is going to do with you. He smiles at your searching, amused by your combination of desire and nervousness.

He lets go of the pole and moves both hands to cup your breasts, stroking the soft fabric of your dress. You gasp a little and blush. He squeezes your chest and you try not to giggle too loud. So far you don’t see anyone looking at you strangely.

Damon gets more bold then, lifting the back of your skirt a bit, and moves to unzip his pants, letting the thin fabric of his boxers hold his penis against the bare skin of your butt cheeks. You know it’s very unlikely anyone can see that with how crowded the train is, but you still instinctually press your round ass back against him more to make sure your skirt still covers you both. You feel thrilled by the taboo of it all, by Damon’s hard cock, and by your own pussy starting to wet your thong.

Damon grinds into your ass a bit and returns his hands to massaging your boobs. His fingers find your nipples, hard enough now to poke through your dress. It’s hard for you to not moan just a bit, and from the wetness you feel starting to form at the tip of his cock, you’re guessing it’s hard for him too.

Suddenly, he pulls down the front of your dress so your big, soft, round tits bounce out for anyone to see. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand that’s not holding your purse, making you stumble back against him even more for a moment. Damon leans into your ear and chuckles.

“Covering your mouth but not your big naked tits? Does that mean you want this, my little whore?”

You lean back and take your hand away, letting your tits roll to point up and out. You shake them, showing them off to the train car, and exposing your neck to your vampire lover.

“Yes, this is exactly what I want.”

At the sound of your words, Damon gets excited and hungry. His teeth protrude into fangs and his eyes turn red.

“Oh fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Then show me, and show all these people.”

“You changed your mind fast, huh?”

“This feels so fucking good already I don’t want it to stop. I can’t believe you’re exposing my chest to this whole car and no one has even noticed yet.”

Damon gets even more excited.

He grazes his fangs along your neck and puts his hands on your naked tits, jutting his cock against your ass, his dick clearly begging to be let out of his boxers and into your box. He rubs your hard nipples between his fingertips and you watch them getting redder and swelling a bit. He squeezes and massages your huge tits so they turn pink and start to show his hand prints

You moan as his cock presses against your asshole for a moment. That moan is enough for someone near you to glance over. He looks wide eyed for a moment at Damon’s large hands pressed into the soft flesh of your big naked tits and then turns away, clearly not sure what to do. Damon takes these cues and rolls with them, reaching down and unsheathing his cock from his underwear. He pushes your panties aside and slides his cock right into your soaking wet pussy.

“OOOOH FUCK!!!” You scream out.

Everyone around you turns to see Damon fucking you, right there in the middle of the subway. You’re holding onto the subway pole for dear life and clutching your bag in your other hand, you have nothing else to lean against or really hold onto with such a crowd. This makes it feel so good when Damon starts slamming in and out of you because you’re basically forced by gravity to take his whole fucking cock all the way deep in your hole, no matter how tight you get as you get closer to cumming.

“Holy shit your cunt feels so good. You’re so fucking wet and tight oh my goddd.”

You moan and your oooohhhs are broken up as you bounce on his huge dick.

The woman Damon had dubbed a lesbian asks you “Ma’am are you alright???” and sounds quite alarmed. You turn and look her directly in the eyes so she can see you’re telling the truth. And to give her a treat. You think Damon is right that she’s probably just dying to watch a hot woman get off right in front of her.

“Yessss, I LOVE this. This is exactly what I want. I want more!”

The woman looks shocked for a moment, and then her face shifts to a sort of guilty pleasure. She turns and addresses Damon. “Then you should give her more.”

Suddenly everyone gets in on the spectacle, turning to watch as you get fucked ruthlessly by your favorite cock in the world. People shout out ideas they want Damon to try on you and call you names.

“Fuck her ass!”

“Let me fuck her mouth while you keep railing that end!”

“Choke that stupid bitch!”

“Yeah, punish her pussy!”

“Filthy little slut!”

“Let me lick those tits!”

You get so aroused by the crowd watching you and calling you names, begging for your punishment. Damon just laughs and keeps fucking you in and out and in and out. He keeps a steady rhythm, enjoying the feeling of your soft velvety pussy sliding up his cock and the slam of your body weight hitting his pelvis with a wet smack of both your precum mixing together when you slide back down.

“Who wants to see me make this little slut cum?” Damon asks the crowd. He juts into you hard and you bounce on him faster.

People start cheering.

“Yeah? You want me to rub her swollen clit and rail her wet pussy until this bitch cums all over my huge cock?”

The crowd whistles and some people clamber for better views, all while Damon is still fucking the ever living shit out of you, and you’re loving every single filthy second of it.

“You want to see me use my friend like the little whore she is? You want to see me cum inside her tight little cunt?”

Everyone cheers and whistles. Damon says, “Well, alright then,” and starts to slam into you harder. “Take it, slut.”

He bites into your neck, snapping through your skin and taking a drink of your blood, connecting you even further for your inevitable orgasm, and taking his pleasure from you any way he wants.

All the attention and filthy names Damon is calling gets you close enough as is. Well, and of course his deliciously thick and long penis reaming in and out of you. But then Damon fulfills his promise, and reaches down to rub your clit as he slows his fucking a bit. The sudden slowing of his constant pumping leaves your pussy quivering, and with his fingers beginning to move faster and press harder on your clit, you felt like you were about to go over the edge. You’re practically screaming, not giving a shit about anything anymore except cumming on Damon’s huge cock. He pulls his fangs from your throat and kisses your mouth from behind so you taste your own blood. He pumps into you slow and steady and starts to rub your clit in circles and you know you are about to burst.

He grabs your tit with his free hand and uses it as an anchor to pull you against him as he resumes slamming into you hard and fast. The pressure of his fingers on your clit and his grip on your tit and his tip hitting your cervix bring your arousal over the edge and you can’t hold in any tension any longer.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!”

You feel the most powerful orgasm anyone has ever given you, your whole body is shaking and writhing, his cock now buried as deep in your cunt as you think it could possibly go. He holds you loosely in his arms, loving the feeling of your body shaking and your cunt impaled on his hard cock. He throws his head back and smiles, your blood and spit running down his chin. You continue to convulse, your pussy trying desperately to drain Damon’s cock or push it out, but there’s nowhere for you to go, trapped against him, connected to him by his cock plunged deep inside your guts. As your head rolls and you moan, Damon tightens his arms around your waist since you can barely stand.

He feels your pussy tighten and move in waves, pulling and pushing and pumping on his cock. Feeling your pleasure as you cum so fucking hard makes Damon reach his orgasm too. His cock stiffens even more and pumps waves and waves of hot wet cum so fucking deep inside you. You’re both moaning and you cling to him, still rolling back against him, cumming over and over again as his hot cum fills your womb and your pussy and you feel sooooo fucking good and soooo fucking full. Your beautiful tits are still out, bouncing as your head lolls back against Damon, who leans against the pole slightly but still holds himself up, moaning and holding you tight against him so his huge cock keeps your cunt stuffed full. Blood and drool drip from your mouth and your lover’s bites in your throat, making red rivers down your neck and between your tits, emphasizing your curves with wet crimson lines. Damon’s cock is plugging you so tight none of his cum could come out and you couldn’t get off his cock even if you wanted to, which you definitely don’t. This is the most pleasure you have ever felt in your entire fucking life.

The crowd is cheering and taking pictures and Damon is smiling and saluting, waving his hand as if to bow, saying thank you and you're welcome for the performance. He was about to describe his plans for a second act when the train shifts and the conductor announces the station ahead had cleared. For the first time in the history of New York, people express disappointment that the train is no longer stuck underground.

When the train lurches forward and begins to move again, you get bounced up and down onto Damon’s cock again, splashing out some of his hot cum before you land back against him with a beautifully loud wet smack. Your mixed up cum drips to the floor and soaks Damon’s nice pants, dripping onto your stockings and heels.

“Oh FUCK!” You cry out when the train car lurches for a second time, more cum being pressed out of you and the vampire’s enormous cock pressing deeper into your needy pussy. Damon quickly grabs your tits and rubs and squeezes them, rutting into you a couple more times from the back, getting one last orgasm out of you before you reach the station.

“Say cheese you fucking whore!” Someone yells out before you see a camera flash in your face as you moan.

“Lift her skirt and let us see her ruined cunt!”

Damon laughs at the request but he obliges. He lifts your skirt around your waist so that everyone can fully see how Damon is using your body. The crowd gets more excited, some people getting closer to look closer at your soft pink pussy and hard red nipples. Practically everyone who didn’t have a phone out before definitely did now. All you can do is stay there, just barely holding yourself on tiptoe, legs quivering while Damon holds you up with one arm. You watch with your head dizzy as tons of strangers take pictures of the beautiful sight before them:

You, blissed out with a dark red velvet dress pulled down so your big tits spill over the top, and the skirt pulled up to your waist so everyone could clearly see you naked from your hips all the way down to your shoes. Damon, drunk on desire and blood, has one arm around your waist holding up your skirt (and you), and the other holding your neck up to really make sure you’re fully on display. Your pink thong is pulled away so the lace is crumpled to one side of your bush, and one strap presses into your soft hip. Damon can tell you tried to trim your bush into a tidy cute shape for him. And he thinks it’s adorable and quaint that you couldn’t really do it right.

Strangers are crouching down to take close ups of what is really the golden prize. Your beautifully swollen, slick pussy lips, split apart by the base of Damon’s massive member, his hair pushing up against yours. Thick, wet, white cum is dripping from your split open cunt and covering his pants, pulled down just low enough to fuck you. Trails of cum slide down your thighs from your pussy and make your sheer stockings sticky and wet. Someone reaches out to try and touch it, but Damon snaps at them before they get close, and no one tries again. You just stay slumped against your lover, feeling him plug you up and show your body off. Just before you arrive at the station, Damon pulls his cock out of you with a loud POP, and the rest of his hot cum pours out of you in a rush onto your stockings and cute shiny high heels. You stumble for a moment but his arm around you keeps you from falling.

“Ohhhh baby you look SO fucking hot with your outfit all ruined like this.”

You blush again as Damon pumps his cock a couple times with his right hand to clean off his cum before tucking his cock back into his boxers and zipping his pants. Then Damon wipes his cum covered hand all over your tits, squeezing them and teasing your nipples a bit before pulling your dress back up and your thong back in place for you. He slaps your ass, and it stings enough that you stumble forward into a random man. He laughs and pushes you back to Damon. You turn around and hang your arms around the man who just used you so degradingly, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek. Damon instructs you to lick his hand clean. You do it immediately, looking at him with your huge doe eyes and batting your eyelashes, knowing he loves it when you look so fucking filthy and slutty and covered in his spit and cum and blood and marks from his fangs.

“So, shall I erase their memories now?” Damon asks as he watches you with his classic smirk on his handsome face.

You lick away a bit of your blood that spattered onto his neck and then pull back and smile.

“No… let them all remember.”

Damon feigns a gasp and smiles. “Dirty girl! I like your style.” He winks and wipes his hand on the front of your dress. You’re already a filthy mess anyway. Then he says, “But I have a better idea.”

“By all means, go ahead. That was so fucking amazing I’m never doubting your plans again.”

Damon turns around and compels the train car with his vampire hypnotism.

“You will not remember what you saw today. But every time you get on the subway, you will feel how horny and depraved and indulgent you felt watching us tonight. But you won’t know why. And when you see the photos and videos you took of us, you will be shocked and not remember where you got them. You may jerk off to them, show your friends, whatever you please. But as soon as you stop looking at them, you will forget again. So every time you watch us fuck, you will be horrified and delighted and horrified at yourself for feeling so fucking delighted.” He laughs so hard and you smirk at his elegantly demented mind.

You arrive at the station and get off the train with everyone else, now all returned to behaving as they had before witnessing your pleasure, successfully compelled. You hurry out of the car with Damon holding your hand. As soon as you’re out of the doors, Damon uses his vampire speed to take you to the sushi restaurant, arriving right on time for your reservation.

The hostess comes up to you and asks how she can help. She blinks at you a bit, and you wonder how obvious it is you just got thoroughly fucked and publicly used and were now covered in a vampire’s cum and spit.

“We have a reservation for two under Salvatore.”

“Ah yes, right this way please.”

“And where is your restroom? She needs to freshen up a bit.”

You feel a zap of embarrassment for a moment when Damon says this, thinking you must look disgusting, until he leans in close to your ear.

“You can go wash your face and hands, if you want, whatever you need. But… do NOT wash off anywhere hidden. Understand? Leave my cum that’s stuck to your thighs above the hem of your skirt. Leave my spit on your beautiful tits under that adorable dress. Leave your blood dripping down your ribs. Later tonight, after we feast…. I’m going to check to see if it’s there.”

You shiver with delight, loving this game he’s presented you today. You wink at him and nod, then walk down the hall the hostess gestures to. You go to the restroom, and clean up the way Damon says. You see in the mirror that you didn’t look too obvious… you didn’t have makeup running all over your face… And not ALL of your hair was out of place…there was only a little blood left between your tits… and who would be looking closely at the wet, dark spots in between your thighs on your stockings? You do clearly have fresh bite marks on your neck though. You move your hair to one side to cover them as best you can.

After you tidy up, you go back and the hostess leads you to Damon’s table. You do your typical ritual at fancy restaurants together. You and Damon order everything on the menu. Then, once it is all presented, you leisurely eat all the sushi you want, while Damon drains everyone in the restaurant of their blood. He does indeed get his carnage while you get your decadent, gourmet, chef-prepared feast. You watch your beautiful lover enjoy his fill of crimson blood while you indulge yourself on delicious fish and sake, buzzing with anticipation for later in the night when you would make sure you feel Damon’s cock inside you again. You were determined to.