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The Succubus [m/f, semi n/c, oral]
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The Succubus in your Living Room
You are alone in your living room. I am outside, peeking in. I knock
on your front door, and you let me in. You know me, I'm your neighbor...
that cute 19-year-old that you always think about, with the long legs,
deep tan, and dark, shining hair. And my lips, so soft. You started
by wondering what it was like to kiss them. Then you started to
imagine them nestled around the base of your straining cock.
Then you started to really fantasize. I felt that. I could tell you
wanted that. So here I am, to give you what you want, for only
a small price. But the hunger has weakened me, so I cannot keep
up the charade for long.
Suddenly, I am naked. You treat this as if it is perfectly
natural, as if you've done it yourself. You even start to get
undressed, yourself. You're full of surprises. I'd like to
fuck you, but I'm in the mood to feed with my mouth, tonight.
I need at least three men a night, and I've waited too long
already. So I hurry things along.
I help you off with your pants and push you down into the chair.
As your hands caress over my smooth breasts, I whisper to you,
"I want...no, I need, to drink from you." You groan your assent.
I need no more encouragement. You are mine.
I kneel down in front of you, and run my hands slowly over the
hair on your thighs, reveling in the feel of the thick muscles under
my hands. You shift, and your hand caresses through my long hair.
You are sitting in my favorite kind of chair, though you don't know
it; it puts your lap right on my level as I kneel in front of you.
I look up into your eyes, and smile as my fingers hook over the
waistband of your underwear. You see my lips part slightly as I
look down at your lap and watch your cock spring free with a
small gasp. I always gasp at that moment, but you don't know
that. A thrill arcs through me, sending gooseflesh over the
dusky skin of my arms, sparking on my clit, aching high up
in my womb. This is the fountain.
You're hard, and a thin sheen of pre-cum glosses the head of
your sweet, velvety cock. I pause for a moment, and admire the
contours of your shaft, running my fingers up and down, liking
the way the skin feels, hot and thin and soft overlying the rigid
unyielding structure. You give a twitch, and another clear drop oozes
out as you swell. I can't help myself. I have to taste it.
I lower my face to your lap, and lift you with gentle fingers
so the narrow slit is near my mouth. With a groan I lick over
the head, desperate for that first taste of your cum. I smear it
over my lips like gloss, rub it gently over my tongue. It's thick,
and it's salty, and it coats my tongue and glimmers on my full lips.
You groan at that first touch of my tongue to your cock. My other hand
reaches up to gently massage at your balls. I gauge your reaction
to that, and you moan with pleasure. Yes, I will continue to lovingly
manipulate you that way. I lower my head, and lick out over your
testicles, sucking each into my mouth in turn, bathing them in
my hot mouth, sucking on them gently, weighing them. They are so
heavy. I feel my belly squeeze in anticipation, my cunny contracting
as the shudder races through me. I need this. I'm getting so wet.
I can tell you'll more than fill my mouth.
As I suckle your balls, you let your head loll back, and push forward
a bit. I start to lick you, from base to tip. I slicken you
with my spit. I want you to be wet when I start to suck you slowly
towards my throat. I'm torn between enjoying my meal, and getting my
mouth filled quickly. I look up into your face, and your mouth is
parted as your breathing deepens. You're so beautiful, so wonderful
to feed from.
I can't resist anymore. I suck the tip into my mouth, and dance
my tongue around the head, tickling on the underside. Your hips
give a lurch and your hands tighten in my hair. Perversely, I want
you to press down on my head and show me how much you want me to
drain you of life. Instead you hold a steady but light pressure, and
I start to tease you, walking my lips down your shaft inch by inch,
holding my position and then licking, coaxing at your shaft as I suck
down. Finally I make it all the way to where you're pressing at the
entrance to my throat. I tilt my head and rock my way down as you
wedge slowly into that tight grasp. You can feel your cock caressed
by my sucking mouth, and at the head by a tight, hot throat. My lips
squirm at the root of your hairy prick. My throat aches a bit, but
I take you down again, and again, each time as intense as the last,
but the strokes very, very slow.
After a while, you start thrusting up into my face. I encourage
you and you get the idea, fucking into my face now with strong
smooth thrusts of those hips. I watch your balls tighten as your
breathing gets more labored. I look up into your face, still
unknown to you, and I get wet. I start to actively spasm and
juice as you start to talk to me as you fuck into my willing,
hungry throat. I let you take over. After all, I'm here to
drink you. I may enjoy the process, but the hunger is starting
to make me go weak.
You say, "That's it, take all of my cock. Going to give you a big
load of hot cum in your mouth, you're going to swallow it, that's
what I want you to do..I want you to drink my hot load. That's what you
want, you little tart, eh? You're one of them cum sluts." As you
say this, my free hand reaches down between my legs and starts
frantically rubbing my juice-slicked clit. Even through I'm kneeling,
my hips thrust and strain forward, and I know I'm going to come when
you do. I feel so wanton, like I always do, trapped and in control
in a strange, dizzying mix. The power of your thrusting cock makes
me hurtle towards an orgasm, which I fight. I watch the lines in your
face deepen as you fuck that hard cock down into my mouth, while
I kneel in front of you. Tonight, I am a cheap slut, a common
fantasy, a woman who only wants to suck you off because you're a
sexy, older man. I'm the bitch next door. I struggle to fight
back my orgasm...my fingers slow...I cannot come yet. I want to
come as you are squirting over my tongue. As I pull your life
from your body.
You're grunting now, and suddenly you start to strain. You tell
me you're going to cum. I let you lead the movements now, my only
tribute is my wet, hot, squirming tongue and a steady, smooth suction.
You control the movement. I need you to. I need you to ejaculate into
my mouth. I want you to burst and shoot thick, ropy streams of
your hot cum over my tongue so I can taste it, and come from
that, like the slut I am. I look into your face, and you're in heaven
from my tongue and my mouth. I start frigging my clit frantically,
and let that hard knot start building again. I rocket towards an orgasm.
Suddenly, you let out a gasp, and practically slam-dunk my head
between your legs. I massage your tight balls, and induce you to
the hardest orgasm you have ever experienced. I drag my head back,
sucking, begging silently with an aching *NEED*, to drink you all,
to taste those shots as they pour out of your slit. They squirt out,
thick, rippling through the hard shaft, and you let out a howl
as I suck it out of you. And I draw it out of you, coaxing it, letting
that thick, heavy cum pool in my mouth. My pussy is raging. I come
too, with humps of my hips, that knot up in my belly exploding
into desperate, violent ripples and contractions that suck at
the air as you pour your semen over my tongue. I drench my fingers,
and my thick, sweet honey runs down the insides of my legs.
I feel your life force drain into me through the hot, gloriously
thick spurts that keep on pumping out into my mouth. Your body is
frozen. The only thing moving is the amazed muscles in your groin,
still contracting until you are drained /dry/. And still you come,
as I pull the gleaming energy through your sex. I force myself
to stop as I feel you ebb and weaken.
Finally you collapse back, spent, letting my hair go. I draw
back, sucking you one last time, and then open my mouth, to let you
see all the thick white fluid all over my tongue and filling the
hollow behind my lips. You shudder, and I let a thin drip of it
dribble from my puffy red lips as I swallow that hot load in several
small gulps, savoring it, feeling the life in it rush into me.
I stand up and unfurl my wings to take leave; my perfect, round
ass is a fitting backdrop for my twitching forked tail.
You lose consciousness in exhaustion, and I join the cacaphony of dreams
that I lace into your subconscious. You were delicious. You will sleep
for hours, and wake up drained. They all do. I had to hold myself
back, I could have killed you, and vampires should be more careful.
Tomorrow you will not remember the succubus, but only the
sweet memories of dreams, of young, hungry sluts. You pleased
me so much, perhaps I will return to feed from you, again.
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