Wednesday 

"Bloody Mary, if you would be so kind." The High Velocity bar/restaurant bartender in the Atlanta Marriott Marquis nodded at me and graciously accepted the hundred-dollar bill I handed him. I liked to be paid attention in bars, and that always did the trick. Usually, a Bloody Mary is ordered as a brunch or morning cocktail to ward off the effects of a hangover. Still, I ordered this one in the evening as I was dressed like a stylish vampire. It was Wednesday night, and DragonCon was to begin the next day.

San Diego has the original Comic-Con, of course. But over the years, DragonCon has become the favorite of convention goers nationwide. Originating from San Diego, I had to come to Atlanta to see what all the fuss was about. I booked two adjoining mini-suites a year ago; one for me and one for my eighteen-year-old son, Matt, and his buddy, Nathan. Hence, I was alone at the bar as they cruised the various adjoining hotel lobbies, not being old enough to sit in a bar. 

Throngs of people crowded the bar. The total attendance of this convention was upwards of 150,000 people, and the Marquis was at the center of everything. I had been lucky enough to snag a barstool the moment one had been vacated and was enjoying my bloody drink. People were trying to order drinks, but the two bartenders were exceptionally busy. I felt a body trying to squeeze between myself and a Batman on my left. There wasn't room for anyone, but the person kept pressing. I looked in the bar mirror to see who was beginning to wrinkle my outfit when my heart skipped a beat.

A beautiful vampiress, resplendent in a red velvet coat, white blouse, and a black leather under-bust corset, stared back at me. I turned slightly to face her and saw her black ruffle dress, completing her elegant look. I gave her my best Transylvanian accent.

"Good even-ing," I enunciated, trying to sound sophisticated. I smiled what I hoped was a dangerous smile, my custom-made incisor fangs showing. 

"Hey," she growled, apparently not entranced by my incredible suaveness. A few Trekkies bumped her as they squeezed past. 

I gave up on the dumb accent. "How about I try to make a little room here and you can squeeze in next to me. What are you drinking?"

She looked at me, seemingly weighing her options. I could almost see her thoughts: squeeze in with this guy who's probably twenty years older or stay out here in the crush? 

"You have a Bloody Mary? I'll take one, too."

Decision made; the game is afoot!

I raised my hand a couple of inches, and my barman noticed within a few seconds. After ordering two new drinks, I managed to move my barstool a few inches to the right, and my new friend slipped in. 

"Comfy?" I asked. We were both jammed into the bar pretty tightly.

"Well at least I know I've got a drink on the way, thank you for that."

"It's the least I could do for a fellow vampire. My name is James." I held out my left hand awkwardly as my right hand couldn't quite get to her. 

"Gemma." Hey, I've gotten a smile out of her.

"Well, Gemma, you look stunning tonight. Are you doing a specific vampire or just a freestyle one?"

"Thank you. Flattery won't get you anywhere, but it's nice to hear. I'm just doing a generic vampire. How about you? You're looking pretty fancy yourself."

"Also generic. I didn't want to bust out the big guns until the Con actually started. So, have you got an Instagram? You look familiar, I think I've seen you."

She told me, and I looked her up on my smartphone. “Okay, lovely … nice … hot …”

"It's weird having you grade me while I'm standing right here."

"Oh, stop, you're a complete babe and you know it. Or, wait, is the right phrase 'smoke show?' Or something else? 'Thirst trap?' I'm old, help me out here."

She shook her head. "It's more fun to watch you struggle."

"Hmph, sadistic, mean streak … duly noted." I continued to cycle through the pictures on her Instagram account, making appreciative noises as I went. I wasn't faking it, either. Her cosplays were top-notch; she spent a lot of time and money on her outfits, and they looked very close to the actual characters in the movies, which we call screen-accurate. Then, I saw a picture that stopped me in my tracks.

"Hold up, I know this picture! Two years ago, right?"

"Yeah, thereabouts. It's my most-liked post. It kinda went viral."

I pursed my lips and blew out a low whistle. This girl, this Gemma, was dressed as the Kate Beckinsale character Anna Valerious from the 2004 movie Van Helsing. There are those who will argue that Kate Beckinsale is one of the most beautiful women on the planet. I'm actually one of those people. The resemblance of Gemma to Kate was striking; the tight leather pants hugged her perfect ass just like they did on Kate, the under-bust corset framed her lovely breasts, and the curls of her wig perfectly matched Kate's.

"It's… you're stunning. You're like her clone. You know, I saw this post, and it inspired me to do Van Helsing himself. Took me two years, but that's what I'm wearing tomorrow."

Gemma's smile disappeared, and she tilted her head, giving me the side-eye at my declaration of tomorrow's cosplay. "Seriously? You're doing Hugh Jackman tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Anything wrong with that?"

"No, not at all. It's just that … I'm doing an updated version of Anna tomorrow."

My jaw dropped. "You're shitting me! I'm here with my son and his friend and he is doing The Creature and his buddy is doing Igor. This is incredible!"

"Shut up!"

"We are, like, most of the movie cast! Okay… what are you doing Friday, Gemma?"

She squinted her eyes at me. "No, you tell me who you're doing."

"Vision." That's a character from the Marvel Cinematic Universe; Iron Man and The Avengers and all those movies. Immensely powerful, he is involved in the downfall of the big baddie Thanos.

"Get outta town!" she joked.

"I'm already outta town! You get outta town! Why? Who are you doing?"

"Wanda." An immensely powerful witch, Wanda is married to Vision in the Marvel movies. 

We both reached for our drinks and took long swigs, then stared at each other for a few moments. 

Her lips turned up into a sly smile. "James …"

"Yes?"

"This is really weird."

"Not weird, Gemma. Serendipity. Kismet. Fate. We should probably go to bed soon before the magic spell breaks."

"Oh, certainly. Let's do that."

I stared at her, trying to gauge her level of commitment. She blinked first.

"You're pulling my leg, little missy."

"Of course I am. I'm not that easy. Plus, you're married."

"Widowed. Three years."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You mentioned having a son so I just assumed—"

"It's fine. So that only leaves the 'easy' thing unsettled."

"No, it's settled. I'm definitely not that easy." She looked down at the floor.

"But … you're thinking about it."

Her head jerked up, and I gazed into her soft brown eyes. "I … maybe a little. But, like, you're an old man."

"I'm 42, and I think I'm just hitting my stride. Tell you what, Miss Gemma. Give me your phone, I'll put in my number, and you text me tomorrow if you want to have a photo shoot and some hang time. I think the four of us would draw a lot of attention."

Gemma slid her phone back to me. The barman returned when he saw me getting up from my stool. "Give her whatever she wants, put it on my room."

We had a close moment as our bodies pressed together. When I got out of my seat, she got into it. I caught a whiff of her perfume, and it was divine. 

"My friend is coming by in a few minutes," Gemma said. "I kinda wanted you to meet her."

I leaned in close so I could whisper in her ear. "I'll meet her tomorrow after you text me." I gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek and walked away.

Thursday 

"I can't believe you picked up a girl, Dad." I was helping Matt with his Frankenstein's Creature outfit. In the Van Helsing movie, he definitely looks manufactured but different from the standard Frankenstein look. I was applying spirit gum to the headpiece so it would stick to his forehead.

"I think it's cool," Nathan piped in. He was just about finished with his Igor look.

"Yeah, well, I got a few moves left. You guys better not be little assholes."

"Who, us? She probably won't call you anyway." My son was a funny kid but also a prankster. He'd somehow stacked 21 tires on the flagpole for the Senior Prank at his school. His squad had also managed to take down the security cameras so no video could be used against him. 

"She said she has a friend, so you guys be cool and maybe they won't hate both of you."

"Yeah, yeah, we got you covered, Dad."

Just then, my phone made a little text noise: "I've got incoming. Matt, just hold this piece right here for a minute, and you'll be fine."

I checked the text. Sure enough, it was from Gemma: Meet us near the bar entrance, is noon good for you? I have a surprise for you. I texted her back that noon was fine. 

"It's on, boys! Now let's finish up with this makeup shit so we can talk to some ladies."

- - -

The hallways and lobby were full of conventioneers and probably half were doing some kind of cosplay. There were Spidermen, Batmen, sexy Velmas, and Anime characters galore; just about any movie or comic character you can imagine was represented. 

Matt stood a couple of inches taller than my six feet, but we'd added three more inches to his monster boots so his lumbering six-foot-five Creature was drawing a lot of attention. Plus, he had the flashing brain parts and a heart just like in the movie. We were stopped almost continuously by people wanting to take photos. At these conventions, there are basically three types of photographers; casual fans, hobby photographers, and actual professional photogs. As a cosplayer, one loves the attention of everyone but secretly hopes to be able to catch the eye of a hobby photographer or, better yet, a pro. The hobbyists and the pros typically have thousands and even tens of thousands of followers on the different social media platforms. No matter what people say, it's all about the numbers. A good photog can get you semi-famous.

While our group of Van Helsing misfits caused a bit of a stir, we found a large group of photographers surrounding someone at the location where we were supposed to meet Gemma. I couldn't see who was at the center, so I asked my son, who was standing five inches taller than me.

"Yeah, Dad. It's some hot chick in a red dress."

Wait a minute, I thought. In the movie, the character Anna wears a red ball gown when she attends a masquerade party with her abductor, Dracula. It has to be her!

"Okay, Creature," I said to my son. "That's gotta be her. Make a hole, big man."

Matt let out a monstrous roar, then bellowed, "Make way for Gabriel Van Helsing!" 

His voice and terrifying (but screen-accurate, of course) appearance had the desired effect; the crowd grudgingly parted to let us through. I followed Matt, and Nathan followed me. There was plenty of appreciative talk amongst everyone as they realized who we were portraying. But we were just as pleased to see that Gemma's friend was dressed as one of Dracula's vampire brides from the movie.

Gemma stared me down as I approached. "Late as usual, Van Helsing?" She was copying Anna's snarky attitude in the movie. I just smiled and gave her a big hug.

Cameras flashed and clicked in a frenzy as our two little groups became one amidst all the introductions. Gemma's friend, whom she introduced as Amanda, was dressed as Marishka, a vampire Van Helsing kills in the movie with his crossbow. Dressed in billowing sheer "genie" pants and a gold and white bikini-type top, she looked delicious and very much like the movie character. She even had a fake crossbow bolt sticking out of her chest, which my character would have fired.

Gemma, however, was another matter altogether. She sizzled where she stood, her red satin gown flowing down her lithe body to where it pooled on the floor with one of her legs sexily bared.  Long white gloves went past her elbow, and she wore her hair up in an intricate and elegant "do," complete with a sparkling tiara, just like in the movie. Her makeup, though plentiful, was beautiful without being gaudy.

"You look amazing, Gemma. Perfect." I found myself holding her hand… and she wasn't pulling it back.

"You don't look too bad yourself, James. You are Van Helsing, sure enough. This crossbow is amazing. Where did you buy that?" She ran her delicate gloved fingers over the fake weapon.

"We made it with a 3-D printer. My son made all the stuff for his creature costume."

"Color me impressed," she said with a sly little smile. 

I think it's about time to make my intentions clear. "Gemma, listen. I've got—"

A shout interrupted me. "Hey, Van Helsing!" It was from one of the hobbyist photogs. "Can I get you and Anna in the movie poster pose?"

We smiled at each other and posed for forty to fifty photographers over the next hour. We looked fantastic, I must say, and we all five had a blast playing around for the people. Gemma and I tended to always end up next to each other, and between shots, she would fix my wig, or I would adjust the straps on her outfit … just little things, but they felt so intimate and cozy.

I noticed this one photographer was not taking pictures, but I could tell he had a very expensive rig, and it occurred to me that he might be a pro. He came up to us during a lull in the shooting.

"Can I talk to you guys for a minute? I'm Troy Hildebrand, a photographer."

Gemma's face lit up. "You're not a photographer; you're the photographer! James, do you know who this is?" Clueless, I shook my head slightly. "He's probably the best photographer here. What am I saying, probably? You're definitely the best photographer here! Sorry, I'm gushing …"

Troy laughed as he shook our hands and learned our names. "You two, you're really special. The chemistry between you is electric. You must be great friends or … you're a couple?"

"We met yesterday," I explained. "Totally accidental that we are both doing Van Helsing."

"Honestly," Troy said, "it's one of my favorite movies. But I was always so disappointed that you and 'Anna' never got together! Your characters were falling in love, but then we have the tragic ending where she dies—"

"You mean where he kills me!" interjected Gemma, shooting me a playful glare.

"Hey! I was a werewolf, I couldn't help it! I wanted them to get together also."

Troy gave us a conspiratorial grin. "Well, maybe we could change that. Here's what I was thinking …"

- - -

Troy had set up his hotel suite like a studio, complete with lights, backdrops, and even fans to give extra movement to hair and costumes. He shot the two of us individually against a black backdrop, me first. When he shot Gemma, I could just stare at her all I wanted as she was focusing on Troy. 

"You were born to wear that dress, hon." I can't believe I called her hon. She glanced at me with such a warm smile that it caught me off guard. I heard the lens click, and I was sure that was going to be a great picture. 

Like Kate Beckinsale, Gemma wasn't super busty, but her dress showed enough cleavage to make my mouth water. The way her legs slipped out between the panels of the dress began to get my blood flowing as I watched her, mesmerized. 

"James, are you with us?" asked Troy.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. What are we doing?"

"I said, are you ready to join Gemma? We're going to start with some poses to look like you're dancing."

"I'm on it. Hat on or off?" I loved my witch-hunter Fedora; it made the character.

"On for now, then we'll lose it in a bit."

I slid my hand around Gemma's back and pulled her close to me, but we weren't quite touching. We locked eyes, and we both laughed a little.

Troy kept up a running commentary as he shot. "Good, good … love the smiles … keep it going … beautiful … okay now, serious, please … that's it … enjoy her, Van Helsing, she's the woman of your dreams …"

She is the woman of my dreams. 

“Okay, toss the hat … Gemma, lift your leg so James can hold it … good … yes … very sexy …”

My hand was touching her bare skin! Granted, it was the back of her knee, but I liked how things were going. I pulled her in close as she wrapped that leg around me. I slid my hand down the underside of her thigh … and Gemma opened her mouth just a bit as a sigh escaped her lips. With her breasts pressed into me, my blood began to actively fill my cock.

“Yes … I can see the passion … James, move your hand down further …”

I slid my hand down her thigh and gripped her flesh, so silky smooth and tight. I was getting uncomfortable as my cock was not pointed in the right direction.

"Scuse me a second," I whispered. I quickly shoved my hand down my pants to get him pointed straight up. 

"Is that your cell phone?" she asked with a grin.

I pulled her closer so she could fully feel it. "My phone is on the desk, hon." She slowly ground against my rigid cock.

"Excellent, you two … these are incredible … okay, Gemma, put your leg back down." Damn! "James, stay close, but put your hand to her cheek … yes … like that …"

With the lightest touch I could muster, I caressed her flawless cheek. I used two fingers, then three, always changing it up. I knew that when posing you need to keep changing up something. With each click, I moved my hand slightly, brought my face closer, or changed my expression.

"So sexy, you guys … these are amazing … keep doing what you're doing, James, I love it."

I love it, too.

Gemma's eyes seemed to be pleading with me. Her lips hadn't closed from before, and her breaths quickened as my cock still pressed against her. I moved my head even closer, mere millimeters separating our lips.

“Perfect, you two … so sexy … Gemma, push his hair back over his ear … yes …”

My hair is pretty short, but my wig's shoulder-length hair tickled her face. She dutifully moved it over my ear, then kept her hand on the back of my neck. She waited a few moments, and then I felt her increase the pressure. In this day and age, one can't be too careful about overstepping boundaries. But this, this was what I would call a sign.

I closed the gap between our lips. My cock throbbed with excitement as we melted together. The hotel room, the lights, and even Troy faded as our sweet and gentle kiss sent me into paradise. Our tongues soon found each other as our kiss became more passionate. I found my hands cupping her perfect little ass as her arms wrapped around my neck. It just seemed natural to lift her, and her legs surrounded my hips as I did so. 

As I held her up with my right hand, I used my left to pull her head back, giving me full access to her neck. She gasped loudly as I gave that spot back under her ear a sloppy, wet kiss. She eagerly ground her pussy against my raging cock, and I just wanted to possess this woman more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. 

I kissed and licked up and down her jawline, then down her throat, and was about to rip her dress apart when she spoke my name.

"James." 

The surroundings returned, and I realized we were just about to have sex in front of Troy, the photographer. "Oh … yeah … sorry." I gently let Gemma down back into her feet. "Got a little carried away there."

Gemma's face was in full blush as she looked around, trying not to face Troy.

"You guys, that was the hottest thing I've ever photographed, no shit. You two have such chemistry … you need to go somewhere, or I could leave the room and come back later—"

"I'm just a few floors back down," I said. My hand settled on Gemma's perfect ass. "Are we done here?"

"I wanted a few more but I think you will like them. Do you know the Gone With the Wind pose?"

"Yeah, Rhett Butler is carrying Scarlett like he's going to ravage her, that one?"

"Yes. Do that for a couple of minutes and then mix it up any way you like."

Gemma laughed as I scooped her up in a bridal carry, my left hand supporting her back and my right holding her by the backs of her knees. 

"Perfect, James. Tilt your head back, honey, a little more. James, turn towards her just a few smidges … there we are … yeah … the lust is oozing off both of you …"

His camera was clicking all the time, so I figured he was getting what he needed. I leaned down while she tilted her face up so we could kiss. The sparks flew again as our bodies reacted to each other; all I could think about was entering this lovely creature and making love to her.

"That's it, you two. Now sign these release forms and get the hell outta here!" 

We made some scribbles and dashed out into the hall toward the elevator.

- - - 

I closed the door to my hotel suite and faced Gemma again. "Sweetheart, I need you to say that you consent to this."

"You probably should have asked me that before you took off my thong in the elevator."

"True, but that was a suave move, wasn't it?" While we were kissing on the short elevator ride down to my floor, I slid my hand all the way up her leg. Breaking the kiss, I pulled down her thong and brought it back up close to us. It was fragrant and damp. We had the car to ourselves, but maybe a security guard got a little thrill if he was watching the monitors.

Gemma's arms reached up to her shoulders and let down the upper part of her dress, showing me her delicious breasts.

"James, Van Helsing, whoever you are, I hereby give you full consent to make love to me. Now," she cocked her head and gave me a sexy grin, "get all that shit off and let's get going!"

The Van Helsing outfit had a lot of layers and laced boots, but I got out of everything in about a minute or so.

"Not bad for 42," she commented from under the sheet. I'm not fat, but I'm not twenty-five, either. I was kinda hoping she would gloss over this part. But my cock was fully erect, and I don't think she was looking at much else. 

"We're not going to need this," I said as I pulled the sheet back, exposing her slim, naked body.  She opened her legs, her swollen pussy lips so bare and inviting, I could even see some wetness on her thigh. I crawled in and settled my pelvis between her legs, and she wrapped them around me in a near death-grip.

As we kissed, my cock slipped right between her outside pussy lips, riding against her sopping wet inner lips. My arms encircled her as our passion increased once more.

I whispered to her in between kisses. "You know, young miss, making love is a process. There's foreplay, and teasing, and then some—"

"Would you just fuck me already!?"

I laughed. "Yeah, we can do that other stuff later. Let's do …" With very little effort, I aligned my cock with her opening and pressed forward. "This …"

Fuck, her pussy was the tightest I'd had in years. We both moaned as I opened her, sinking my shaft deep into her body. 

Gemma let out little moans of pleasure as we moved as one, and she kept moaning even as we kissed. She crossed her heels behind my back so we were locked together. Eventually, I rose to try to get a better angle on her pussy, and she unlocked her ankles to bring her legs higher.

Oh, I think I get it. The girl wants 'the Hook.'

I put my weight on one arm, and she threaded her leg to where her foot went over my shoulder. I shifted my weight, and her other foot went over my other shoulder. My legs straddling her pelvis allowed me to rest on my knees while my cock achieved maximum penetration. My arms pressed down on the bed on the outside of her legs to keep her ankles over my shoulders. 

Starting with a slow but firm rhythm, I increased the pace as our passion rose quickly. She was entirely under my control; she couldn't thrust back or change her angle or anything … Gemma could only lay there and get fucked. Oh, she did manage to sink her fingernails into my ass for encouragement purposes.

Our eyes locked together, something that doesn't usually happen during lovemaking, but this position demanded it. Her eyelids fluttered occasionally as she began her climb, my cock now pistoning fast and deep inside her. Both our bodies became covered with a thin sheen of sweat, mine probably more so since I was doing the majority of the work.

Gemma whisper-grunted, "Don't stop, Daddy." She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. "I mean … James … fuck, I don't know what I'm saying."

Being called "Daddy" is like ringing the alarm or something. It makes me crazy and proud that someone thinks of me like that. I moved my left hand, so it rested on her throat. I didn't apply any pressure at all, but the message was clear; I've got you; you are mine.

I pulled out and slammed hard back into Gemma, causing her eyes to shut and her head to fall back. She began mewling "yes" with each stroke while I felt her pussy clenching me tightly. 

I spoke gruffly between gasps for air, "Gemma … are you … just about there?"

Her eyes popped open as she smiled. "Yes, Daddy. Come, and I will come, too … fucking fill me!"

That's all I needed to hear. I felt my pending orgasm surge forth through my loins as it shot out of my pulsing cock, flooding her insides. Within moments, her pussy trembled and gripped my cock, causing me more pleasure as my spurts continued. 

Sex does funny things, sometimes. It can put crazy thoughts in your mind, for instance. I know it's just an overload of happy hormones that causes it, but it is still a battle for me to not let all of those feelings out. That's how it was with Gemma; I nearly lost my mind.

The tension went out of her legs, and I suddenly felt heavy, so we relaxed, and I settled in on top of her, my cock eventually slipping out. As we kissed and snuggled, I whispered, "Gemma, I lo--" Fortunately, my brain woke up just in time, and I coughed. 

"What's that, James?" she whispered back to me as she nuzzled my neck.

"I love this." Nice recovery, dumbass!

She giggled. "I love this, too. I've never done this before."

I pulled back to look at her. "I'm pretty sure this wasn't your first time having sex."

"You goof. I mean … I've never done it with someone who I've just met."

"Ah, okay. You're pretty good at it, though, the sex thing."

"You're pretty good at it, too, mister. That was very nice."

I touched her cheek softly; she seemed so delicate. "I barely even smudged your makeup."

"Oh, good. Then it won't take me too long to get ready again."

"Um, you want to get back to the convention already?" I slid my hand down her side until I reached her hip, then I cupped her little bottom. "I wasn't quite finished with you, yet."

"Really?" She seemed shocked. "I've uh … never done that before. My boyfriend was always just kind of one-and-done, you might say. Let me go to the restroom, be right back!"

I got up to close the heavy-duty curtains to darken the room. Then I placed a couple of pillows right in the center of the bed and awaited her return. I turned towards her when she came back.

"A towel?" I asked, surprised. "I've already seen you naked."

"I know, I just … what are the pillows for?"

I smirked as I unwrapped her towel. "Lay down on your stomach, with the pillows … yes, just like that." Her bottom rose in the air, supported by the pillows. She kept her legs closed, but she would open them soon enough. 

I crawled in behind her as if to mount her, but my cock wasn't ready. Instead, I reached up and squeezed her shoulders. For the next fifteen minutes or so I massaged her entire upper backside, much to her delight. Gemma made all the appropriate oohs and ahhs as my hands expertly rubbed her down. In my mind, I marveled at her smooth and soft skin. It had been a long time since I had been with anyone this young.

As my fingers pressed into her very lower back, I scooted back so my hands could freely access her little bubble butt. I rhythmically gripped and then released her firm ass cheeks, my fingers grazing over her pussy lips and little asshole. Sure enough, she began to spread her legs little by little.

Her body quivered when I dropped a big dollop of saliva right on her tight hole, and she gasped when I pressed my thumb directly on it. I rubbed her lightly there, I was trying to be sensuous and non-threatening, and I was soon rewarded by her legs opening even more. My fingers glided over her pussy lips as I continued to play with her asshole.

"James, I never … nobody's ever touched me like this … there."

I dribbled some more saliva onto that area and pressed a little firmer. Again, not trying to penetrate her, just trying to have her enjoy my touch. After a few moments of rubbing her, I leaned my head down and gently licked her asshole.

"Ahh!" she moaned, surprised. "Are you … is that your tongue?" she clenched up for a few moments before relaxing again. "Ooh fuck that feels nice … Jesus, I never imagined …" Her voice trailed off as she slipped into another state of consciousness.

I slipped two fingers inside her drenched pussy lips, sliding them up and down her length, tickling her clit at the top. I took my time licking her and playing with her pussy; I wasn't necessarily trying to make her come; I just wanted to enjoy her this way for a good long while. Eventually, she brought her knees forward a bit, which raised her ass higher in the air. With easier access, I was able to slide my tongue inside her vagina. Prying open her hot, liquid velvet lips gave me my reward, her lovely juices on my tongue.

I was all thumbs with her, and that was a good thing. As one thumb rubbed her asshole and the other rubbed her clit, I plunged my tongue in and out of her delicious puss. When she did come, with lots of moaning and thrashing, I had trouble trying to swallow all of her orgasmic flow as she coated my hand and dampened the pillows.

My cock needed her badly. He had been very patient, but will and desire of this level can only be put off for so long. When her tremors and moans subsided, I gathered some of her pussy juice in my mouth for a wet kiss with Gemma. I rose and mounted her from behind, sinking my shaft into her steaming, squishy pussy. She turned her head to meet me as I lowered my whole body onto her. Our lips met in this frantic side kiss … her pussy juices leaked from my mouth into hers as I fucked her doggy-style. I slammed into her with slow but hard strokes, pounding her pussy into submission.

"God!" she panted. "What are you doing to me?"

“Taking you … making you mine …”

I rose back up and, reached for her hands, and pulled them so they crossed over her back, making her feel restrained. My left hand held her wrists there while I began spanking her ass with my right. Each time my cock withdrew, I delivered a firm swat to her bottom. 

"Ouch!" she yelped after the third or fourth spank. 

“Tell me … (swat) … tell me to stop … (swat) … or take it … (swat) … take it like a good girl … (swat) …”

I slapped her ass a little harder, her cheek turning from white to pink and then to a bright red. Gemma took it like a good girl, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth but not wanting it to stop. 

The spanking continued, as did the yelping.

Eventually, I decided she had enough. Truth be told, I was getting a little tired. I was also feeling pretty proud of my cock for not coming yet while also feeling a bit concerned about that; it seemed to be in a strange 'insensitive prick' mode where it just wasn't feeling any sensations. I laid on top of Gemma for a moment before grabbing her and rolling onto my back, bringing her with me. 

We lay there for a minute or so as we tried to catch our collective breath. Her weight didn't bother me at all, and my cock stayed rigid inside her. My hands massaged her breasts, teasing her hard nipples, and she slowly ground her bottom into me.

Hey, I'm feeling that!

It must've been a different angle and I was glad for it. Then she sat up and brought her knees to the sides of my hips so she sat impaled on me in classic reverse cowgirl style. I put my hands on her hips as she rose and fell on my cock.

Jesus, I'm feeling this a lot! Won't be long now…

I loved the sight of my glistening cock disappearing deep into her body. I think she loved how it felt because she started humping me faster and faster while making more and more noise. 

My cock had just about reached its limit when she spoke to me over her shoulder. "Come, James … come inside me … and I'll come … too."

That's all I needed to hear. A couple more strokes, and I unleashed my fury inside her, spewing my semen deep into her as her pussy began rhythmically clenching me. Her moans sounded almost like cries of pain, separated by moments where she held her breath before crying out again in ecstasy.

She began falling back and I walked my hands up her back, lowering her gently onto me. She rolled off me but quickly turned to face me and threw her arms around me. We kissed frantically at first while still trying to breathe through our mouths. Shortly, though, we returned to normal and our kisses became gentle, sweet, and tender.

"You're a beautiful woman, Gemma."

"You fuck like a maniac, James."

I smirked a little. "And … that's a good thing, right?"

She gave me a long, sensuous kiss before she answered. "It's a very good thing, mister."

"I want to make love to you again, hon."

She raised up on her elbow. "Now?"

I laughed. "No, sorry, babe. I need …five or six hours, at least. And a Red Bull, and a steak!"

She laughed at that, and then suddenly, she seemed to turn inward.

"Are you … thinking about the spanking I gave you?"

She nodded but didn't say anything as she gazed at the edge of the sheet.

"Are you not sure how to reconcile that with … how you're feeling … about me, about us?"

She nodded slightly. "Yeah, kinda. I've… never done anything like that before."

"Hey," I said quietly, putting my hand on her cheek. She looked back up at me. "It's okay. I probably pushed you way past your comfort zone. It probably would have been better to talk about it beforehand, but I got caught up in the moment."

"It's okay. I know I could have stopped you, you told me I could. It felt … weird but … amazing at the same time."

"Good. In a lot of women, the pain increases the arousal and intensifies the orgasm. And that's the weird part; you're not supposed to like pain at all. But in this context, pain can be … quite a bonus. So that's maybe what you're feeling now, a little confusion about enjoying the pain. Or, I'm just man-splaining and embarrassing myself."

She chuckled and held me tight, so I squeezed her back even tighter. "No, I think you nailed it on the head, old man. My guess is you've given a spanking or two before."

"Maybe a couple, maybe more. Your boyfriend never did this?"

"Who said anything about a boyfriend?"

"You did, earlier. A girl like you isn't single for long."

"Well, don't go thinking you know everything about me … but, yes, there was a boyfriend. We broke up two months ago." She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "We … okay, this is bad and I've never told anyone the real reason we broke up. But I think I just got bored. I wanted more … something … and I didn't know what it was, exactly. But maybe it's something like this, someone, maybe like you." She turned her face toward me, those soft brown eyes glistening.

I rolled on top of her, supporting myself on my elbows. "I think, my dear, that you just need a man. Not the soy-boy you were with." I kissed her passionately, deeply … I wanted her to really feel me, to know me.

I reached down and tickled her little asshole some more. She giggled and broke our kiss.

"Sorry!" she whispered. "I'm just not used to being touched there."

"I know," I said as I looked into her eyes. "That's why I'm doing it."

One of our phones buzzed over on the TV table. I got up and brought back both of our phones. 

"I got about six texts from my son."

"Yeah, I've got several from Amanda, too. Hey! We're famous! Open up your Insta, search for the photographer."

I was pretty surprised he had a couple of our pictures up already on the 'Gram. It can take weeks for photographers to get your back pix from a con. Usually, they spend some time editing them in Photoshop to balance the colors or fix minor problems. 

"These are beautiful, James. Look at us!"

Troy posted two pictures: one of us dancing and the other from the last few moments of the shoot when I was holding her up, and we were staring at each other. The hunger, the lust were visibly apparent. In addition, Troy touched up the pictures with a slight blur effect and added a Gothic-looking wall and sconces for a background. The light hit Gemma just right, and you could just about feel what she was feeling.

"Holy shit. The man is a legend."

"I look damn good, don't I?" Gemma was so pleased. "I mean, I really do, right? Or am I being, like, a narcissistic bitch?"

"You look amazing, you truly do. These are pictures to be very proud of."

After scrolling through our Instagrams for a few more minutes, we put our phones down. 

"I suppose we should get back down there?" I could have stayed the rest of the day with her, but my son was wondering where I was.

"I'll need about a half an hour. You didn't mess me up too badly but I do need some fixing."

"Tell me your room number and I'll be at your door."

- - -

Back in our Van Helsing outfits, we managed to find Amanda and the boys in the chaos that is DragonCon. They gave us knowing looks while we tried to look innocent. 

"Nice one, Dad," Matt ribbed me when Gemma was out of earshot. "I think I've got a chance with Amanda here. Will Gemma, umm … be in your room tonight?"

"Well, my boy. We haven't thought that far ahead just yet. But it's a distinct possibility. What about Nathan?"

"He's doing alright, I guess. Chicks aren't digging his Igor look. I mean, they like it, but he's hideous and not getting any play."

"That's too bad. But you, you seem to be doing okay, then?"

"Well, I'm a cool monster so, yeah, Amanda can't keep her hands off me. I want to find out if she's serious or just jerking me around."

I patted him on his big Frankenstein shoulder. "How could she resist you?" We both laughed. "Just wrap that rascal, always."

"Yep, not to worry, Dad."

Some delicate gloved hands wrapped around me from behind, and some warm, wet lips kissed my earlobe. "Is that you, Nathan?" I asked. I was rewarded with a thump on my chest and a bite on my ear. 

"You think you're pretty funny, don't you, mister?" Gemma growled in my ear.

"I just like to keep you on your toes."

She thrust her wet tongue into my ear, then whispered, "I thought you would want me on my back. Or, would you rather me on all fours?"

I turned and pulled her close. "I just want you on my cock, Miss Gemma, however, that happens to come about." I leaned in and gave her a warm kiss while my left hand cupped her ass cheek. My right hand was busy holding my crossbow, which I was seriously wishing I hadn't brought as it hindered my touching of Gemma.

"Do you want to keep hanging out with me, then?" she asked as she looked away slightly.

I touched her chin, guiding it so her face turned back to me. "I'm not going anywhere. Are you?"

"I'm with you, James, if you'll have me. I just thought maybe you, I don't know, wanted to check out other things or … other people."

I pulled her close again, as well as I could with one arm. "Why on earth would I do that? I've got you, and I think you're more than enough for me."

She smiled at me and kissed me lightly. "Okay good. I'm sleeping in your room tonight, mister."

"Don't count on getting a lot of sleep, little one." 

We were once again pulled by random people wanting pictures, so we obliged and posed more. I met several young ladies who made rather blatant overtures to me, but I just smiled and held my Gemma. She had countless offers, too, of course. But she waved them away with a flick of her glove. 

Toward the end of the evening, we were fortunate to meet a coven of vampires. They represented characters from several different timeframes and movies and were fairly evenly split between guys and gals. I say 'fortunate' because two of the vampire gals took an immediate liking to Nathan.

After several rounds of photos with each other and all the typical small talk of cosplayers ("Where did you get that? Oh you made it? You look amazing!"), the vampires seemed ready to move on. But after a quick huddle between Matt and Amanda, those two seemed to have formed a plan. Matt whispered into Nathan's ear, and his face immediately lit up. He quietly invited his two vampire friends to join him in his room.

The elevator ride up to our rooms became rather interesting. Gemma and I, now established as a couple, watched as Matt and Amanda shared their first kiss and the two vampiresses groped frantically at Nathan's crotch. I smiled at Gemma; we both seemed pleased that our companions would all get laid. 

We could hear the girls giggling with Nathan through the walls of our room, so I turned on my little Bose Blue-tooth speaker and played some sexy jazz, courtesy of Prime Music. We undressed ourselves in a somewhat less frantic manner than earlier. 

My naked Gemma did jump into my arms and laughed as I play-staggered around the room. After a passionate kiss, she got quiet and serious.

"James."

"Yes, my dear." I tried to kiss her nose.

"Don't tease me, I'm trying to say something."

"Okay, sorry. Go ahead."

"I want … to please you."

I didn't answer for a moment as I wasn't sure where she was going with this. "Umm … you already have, you know?"

"No. I mean, I want to … really please you."

"Okay … you're going to have to clue me in here." I set her down on the bed as I was getting a little tired.

"I want to please you with … my mouth." She turned away, but I could see her cheek turn a little pink in embarrassment. 

Oh, wait a second. She's young, fairly inexperienced, maybe she's a little … uncomfortable with blowjobs?

"Okay, hon. Well, three things make a great blowjob. Number one is teeth; and by that I mean a complete absence thereof. Two would be enthusiasm. Go as deep as you're comfortable with, but make it look like it's the best thing you've ever had in your mouth. Three, and this is the biggie, is swallowing. That will set you head and shoulders above almost everyone else."

"I see," she said with a smile. "I've always heard eye contact is important."

"Eye contact is awesome. That falls under enthusiasm."

"Okay then. No teeth and lots of enthusiasm."

I chuckled a bit. "And …?"

She gently pressed my chest, backing me up to the bed, where I sat down. "Something else … I forget."

I eased back onto the pillows and made room for her between my legs. She followed me down and firmly grasped my hard cock, then rubbed her cheek against my hot shaft. "Maybe I'll remember the rest as I go," she whispered. I smiled at her, and she held my gaze as she began licking the length of my cock. 

"Your cock is so hot and … throbbing. I can feel the blood pulsing inside you." She broke eye contact as she licked my balls, something I wasn't expecting but was very pleased with. 

"That's a good girl … gently." Her wet tongue lavished my guys with her hot saliva, making my hips involuntarily thrust, wanting her to take me inside her mouth. But she was a master tease. 

Inexperienced at blow jobs? No way. Or else her enthusiasm was off the charts.

She jacked my cock expertly with her thumb just beneath my mushroom head on the magic spot. As the first drop of pre-cum oozed out, she looked up at me again. She eagerly licked my fleshy head, tasting my clear juice.

"Mmmmm … Daddy. I think I'm remembering the third thing." And with that, she opened her mouth and engulfed about half of my cock. She sucked hard and slow, her hand giving a great assist with a firm grip on the lower part she couldn't swallow. 

This isn't going to take long. Watching her pretty face go down on my cock …

I never felt a hint of a tooth, and her moans sounded very enthusiastic to me. Giant spiderwebs of her saliva connected us when she pulled off for a moment to catch her breath. "Come for me," she mewled in between deep breaths. "Give me your cum, Daddy."

Her mouth returned to its rightful place, and my hips bucked wildly as I fucked her mouth. Her fisted hand on my cock blocked my full thrust, but she took a good deal of it. Her left hand slipped under my balls and began rubbing my perineum, the base of my cock. Very few gals had ever touched me there.

I felt those familiar, fantastic feelings building up rather quickly. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face harder. I was just a few seconds from climax when she slipped her left hand down even further, and her middle finger rubbed my asshole.

"Fucking … Christ!" I hollered. "Yes! Yes!" My whole body tensed as my eruption poured out of me and into Gemma's mouth. I still held her head, but I didn't need to; she kept her mouth sealed around my cock, and I felt her swallow. I pumped spurt after glorious spurt into her, and she took it all ... enthusiastically.

I felt that twinge of pain as the head of my cock suddenly felt overstimulated. Gemma expelled my cock and looked up at me, smiling. I gave her the "come here" sign with my finger, and she crawled up to kiss me. I put my finger on her lips.

"You got some 'splainin' to do, little miss. You led me to think that you had barely done this before."

"Oh, that?" Her lips pulled back on one side, making her dimple nearly jump out at me. "Well, I just wanted to see what you liked. Did I do okay, Mr. James?"

I pulled her in for a long kiss, and she undulated her body on mine. I guess that blowjob got her a little heated up.

"You were spectacular! But … it's going to take a few minutes before he can make a comeback. However, I've got a plan."

"Oh, I can't wait to hear it. What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to watch as you make yourself come for me."

She pulled back, wide-eyed. "I'm going to what?"

"You heard me."

She stared at me for a few moments. "I've… never done that before. It's, um, very private, you know?" She broke our visual lock and turned toward the window. 

"It's also very sexy. And it would please me greatly, I promise you."

She looked back at me and then prodded the pillow behind my head. "These are too soft, they won't work for me."

"Yeah, they are pretty squishy. So maybe …" I was at a loss. She needs to hump something! Find something! I looked around the room but I didn't see an acceptable substitute. Then it hit me.

"How about … I sit on the edge of the bed, like so." We moved so I could adjust my position as such. "Now, dear Gemma, be a good little girl and sit on Daddy's knee." I patted my knee and smiled at her. 

"Oh my God," she giggled and straddled my knee. I felt her warmth on me, and her wetness. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. "You know, James, I've never called anyone 'Daddy' before. I always thought it was kinda weird, maybe even stupid." She squeezed her legs and rolled her hips forward slightly, causing her clitoris to grind against the top of my thigh. I slipped my hands to her hips and squeezed her firmly.

"What do you think about it now, hon?"

She broke into a little smile. "Saying it makes my pussy tingle. And hearing you say things like … 'little girl'… it does things to me I've never felt before."

She leaned forward, probably to get a better angle on my leg. Our faces were so close she was out of focus. "That's my good little girl … my baby girl."

She began rocking back and forth on my thigh, very close to my knee, like that area you squeeze on someone, making them jump. She blinked but held my blurry gaze as her breathing increased. She half-grunted at me in low tones. "Daddy says to come … I have to come … right?"

"Right. What's my good little girl thinking about?"

"Mmmm," she mewled. "When you fucked my mouth, I loved … I loved how not-in-control I felt. Unh!" She bucked a couple of times, then paused before resuming at a faster pace. 

"Good girl. You're climbing, aren't you?" She nodded. "Show me, baby, and talk dirty some more." I slid my hands up to her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples.

"Oh my god, yes, it's getting closer. James, I … I want your cum in me, or on me. Put your cum on my face, I don't care." She paused for a moment to swallow. "I just want it because, because it's yours. Oh, fuck yes! Squeeze my nipples! Fuckkk!"

She ground her pussy hard onto the top of my knee and thigh, her eyes closed as she gasped for air. When she held her breath and gritted her teeth, I pinched her nipples about as hard as I could. Her scream startled me, and I had to release her nipples so I could catch her as she collapsed onto me. I held her for about a minute or so, kissing the top of her head and telling her what a good girl she was.

"Wow," she whispered as she lifted herself off my leg. But I stopped her from doing anything else; something needed tending.

"Clean up your mess, hon." I pointed to my wet, matted leg hair. "With your mouth."

She gave a questioning look as if to say, 'Really?'. I nodded, and she got down on the floor and rested her cheek right next to the wet spot. "Like this, Daddy?" She sexily extended her tongue and lapped several times, picking up remnants of her orgasm and swallowing. 

"Just like that, little darlin'." 

She made some loud, slurpy noises and got the rest of it. She crawled up over my raging stonker and gave me a passionate cummy kiss. Our tongues swirled the flavorful mixture around for a long while. 

"I like that," she whispered. 

"You've never done anything like this, have you?"

"No, James, Daddy." She looked me in the eye as we held each other close. "Nothing even remotely close."

"Do you like being my naughty little girl?"

She giggled and nodded enthusiastically. 

"Say it for me, baby girl. I need to hear it."

"I love being your naughty, nasty, dirty little girl." She reached back and grabbed my hand, and slid it between her ass cheeks. "Touch me there some more, James." Her eyes rolled up and then closed as my middle finger circled her very wet asshole. 

"Yes," she nearly hissed. "Are you going to … teach me more stuff? Make me do more dirty things, Daddy?"

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

I rolled both of us over so that she was on her back. She growled at me when my cock entered her flooded pussy. 

I spoke to her while I rested on my elbows, and my cock plowed into her. "You like it when I tell you to do things, don't you? Even naughty things."

She nodded. "It's like I'm compelled or something. Are you hypnotizing me?"

"I see it more like I'm waking you up, finding the inner Gemma."

"I didn't know she was in here!" she laughed momentarily, then quieted down. "But you did. You knew. How could you know?"

I started picking up speed, hammering her harder. "It's inside everybody, all of us. It's a primal thing. Some people discover it naturally, some … oh fuck you feel good … some have help finding it. Others won't ever find it at all … fuck, Gemma … you're so fucking beautiful … grab your tits."

I rose on my hands so I could get a better look at her while she rubbed her breasts hard for me. I could also get a better angle on fucking her. 

"You like seeing me touch myself, don't you Daddy?" She tweaked her nipples for me.

I grunted out a short "yes."

"You probably … oh shit, Daddy! You probably would like to see me slap them, huh, Daddy?"

I nodded; I was working too hard to speak at that moment. With her right hand, she slapped her left breast right on the nipple. "Shall I do it harder, Daddy?"

I managed to grunt out a "fuck yeah" for her. Gemma slapped her left breast again, so hard that the slap was audible above our body-slapping noises. 

"Maybe, Daddy, maybe you want to slap them? Huh? You want to slap my young and firm titties?" She slapped her breast again.

That did it.

“F-u-u-u-ck!” I roared as I thrust a final time into her sopping-wet pussy. It felt like I shot out several gallons of cum into my Gemma; my orgasm was that strong. I collapsed on top of her and felt her pussy rhythmically clenching my cock as she came, too.

A long time passed, my breathing slowed, and my brain cleared. I rolled onto my back, and Gemma rested her head on my chest.

"When is your flight, sweetheart?" I asked. 

"Monday afternoon." She looked up at me. "Why?"

"Just checking. It's Thursday night and I was trying to think what all we can squeeze in before we depart."

"Oh, really! You've got plans for me?"

"Yep. First thing is, we gotta find an Adult novelty store."

She rose off my chest. Her face looked excited and nervous. "What … what do we need from there?"

"Several things. But most importantly, we need Astro-Glide. For your first ass-fucking, I want you as comfortable as possible."

"My first …" she stopped talking.

"Ass fucking. We're going to have anal sex tomorrow evening."

She visibly swallowed. "Um, and, what else?"

I winked at her. "I've got a few ideas for some implements of … exhilaration."

She looked at me for a long moment before resting her head on my chest again. She ran her fingers through my chest hairs.

"I'm either falling in love with you, or I'm deathly afraid of you. Maybe both."

"Don't worry, little one. I'm afraid of you, too."

She nuzzled her nose into my chest hairs, inhaling deeply. "I should go suck your cock clean, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, you should."

- To be continued … perhaps ...