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I usually post over in /r/writingprompts this is my first attempt at erotica. Hope it is ok.

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## Part 1

I leaned against the hood of the car. My old chev had seen better days. A few bullet holes in the rear fender, a few bumps and scrapes along the passenger side – all from my last case. It has lots of character. I smile to myself – it has character just like I do. I got a few extra bullet holes and the old bump and scrape here and there.

I flip through the note book I got in the mail yesterday from my old mentor – Dan. Best damn detective this city has ever seen.

The notebook has a soft brown leather cover – beaten and worn from years of being in Dan’s pocket. I flipped to the end of the book. The last couple of pages started to get weird – really weird.

The second last page had an address, the address I was standing outside of right now. With a phone number and the words: “succubus protection?”, how on earth does that make sense? A mythical creature offering protection. Protection from what?

Not gonna discover anything out standing here. I put the abused notebook into my trench coat jacket and walk in to the upscale apartment building.

There is a security desk with a grey haired security guard. A quick look reveals that he is more than the average doorman. He is older but moves like a military man. He has muscle and a glock on his hip.

“Hey,” I say with a nod of my head, “I have an appointment with Mrs. Morris.”

He checks a clipboard quickly.

“She is expecting you. Floor thirty, first door on your left,” he says briskly.

I give him another nod. I get into the elevator. Even the elevators are classy. This place is way above my pay grade.

On the thirtieth floor there is only a door to the left and one to the right – she has half of the floor for her apartment. That is seriously impressive.

He door opens before I have a chance to knock. She opens the door wide, “detective Kirk?” She asks.

I would like to say that I noticed her warm welcoming smile first. Or even her gentle feminine voice. But no. I guess I am just not that classy. What I noticed first were her long legs. Four inch strappy stilettos that wove their straps almost to her knee. Long curvy calf leading to a pair of amazingly toned thighs barely hidden by a skin tight black skirt. Her midriff was bare, showing a six pack of muscle. Her tight black top revealed as much as it covered. The deep v neck plunged to bottom strap of the shirt revealing deep soft cleavage between a pair of tits I could get lost in. Her long black hair hung to mid chest and framed her pixie shaped face.

“Detective Kirk?” She said again with a little laugh. “Why don’t you come in?”

I walked passed her, her perfume filling my senses, into the enormous apartment. The entire wall was floor to ceiling windows. I had no doubt that the furniture in this apartment cost more than I made in a year.

She lead me to the living room and sat opposite me on the couch.

“What brings you here today, Detective Kirk?” She says in that soft voice.

“I am looking for someone.”

“Mmmmm… well you definitely found me,” she says with a chuckle, “you must be a very good detective.”

“I am looking for Detective Dan Donald. He has been missing for almost two weeks. His notebook showed up in my mail yesterday. On the last page was your name and address. What kind of business did you have with detective Dan?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes locked on hers. The cleavage and the amazing legs kept tempting me to look else where though.

She slowly unfolded her legs. I couldn’t help but let my eyes flick down for a moment. She waited a moment and then folded them again.

“He came to me looking for information. I gave it to him and he left,” she purred.

“What kind of information?” I asked as I took out my notepad.

“He was asking about supernatural predators,” she leaned over to get her coffee from the small table between us. Her shirt gapped a little, showing me her perky little pink nipples. She took a sip. Then leaned forward again to put the cup back – her shirt gapping again.

I cleared my throat. I did my best to glue my eyes to hers. She had a small knowing smile on her face I was not fooling her. “Supernatural predators? Why would he come to you for that?”

She tilted her head ever so slightly. “You have no idea who or what I am do you?” She asked bemused.

I made a show of looking around the apartment, and looking her up and down, “I think I have some idea of who and what you are,” I said with as much iron in my voice as I could.

She chuckled.

“Come.” She said.

“Excuse me?”

I saw the pupils of her eyes dilate until they were completely black. The scent of her hit me again – hard.

“Come,” she commanded.

She filled my thoughts. Lust. Desire. I couldn’t think of anything but gonna her as fast as I could. I needed to touch her to hold her.

I pushed the coffee table, that sat between us out of the way, falling on my knees before her. She laughed again – the sound of it filling my senses. I tried to kiss those full ruby lips but she held my head back.

“Tell me, detective, is your cock hard?”

“Yes,” I said without wondered. It was pulsing against my pants.

“What would you do to get a taste of me?” She asked. She pulled apart the left half of her shirt. Exposing an amazingly perking and large beast. She sucked on a finger. She pulled it from her mouth, a string of saliva trailing to the finger, and then rubbed the finger on her nipple. The perky nipple stood up even more erect. “For a taste of this?”

“Anything, anything!” I was drooling as I begged.

She covered up her magnificent breast. It was a physical pain for me to watch it get covered.

And then it just stopped. Don’t get me wrong – she was still there and was still devastatingly gorgeous but I came to my senses.

I stood up, dazed.

“Is that all for me?” She said looking at the front of my pants. The precum had soaked through the front of my pants. She laughed again.

I sat back down in the couch opposite of her.

“What are you?” I asked with a mix of desire and terror.

“I am a succubus. I am desire made flesh,” she said with a smile.

“What just happened?”

“I used a fraction of my power to show you just how little you know about me… and the world. Your friend, Detective Dan, he was more clued in that you. He knew what I was and what I could do. He was looking for something or someone and I was just a stop on his way to get more information,” she said matter of factly.

“Why would he have ‘protection’ written next to your name?” I asked.

“He was wondering if there was a protection against my magic, and the magic of other… predators.”

“And?”

“There are many supernatural sexual predators out there. The only sure fire protection is true love.” She said matter of factly.

I raised an eye brow to that.

“It is far more rare than most humans think. I have only encountered one human, so protected, in my thousand years.”

“You are a thousand years old?” I couldn’t help but ask.

She laughed again and said, “I have been told I don’t look a day over four hundred.”

I would have placed her at just under thirty. A thousand years old. Son of a bitch – that is crazy.

“Did you tell Dan anything else?” I asked once I composed myself a bit.

“That is all,” she said confidently.

“I have a couple of other names in the book I got from Dan. Mind if I run them by you?”

“Go ahead detective,” she said bored.

“I have an Emily Watson, a Julie Benjamin, and a Lilith – no last name,” I said reading them from the book.

“You, my good detective, have a world of hurt a head of you. Emily Watson is a woodland Nymph. She will kill you or fuck you or both. Julie Benjamin is a Lideric – she will fuck your mind and then your body. She prefers women but has been know to take a male lover from time to time. And the Lilith,” she shuddered at the name and I caught the honorific ‘the’ before the name. “She is as old as time. The first feminist. The first wife of Adam,” she saw my blank look, “as in Adam and Eve. She collects men. Keeps them as pets to fuck and play with. She is very dangerous.”

“Why on Earth would Dan have a list of sexual predators?” I asked myself out loud, staring at the list.

“We are what we are,” she said defensively.

“Aren’t you a predator?”

“Oh, yes,” she purred.

“And your weapon of choice is sex. You use sex. You want sex. You make your victims want to have sex with you,” I asked. My eyes locked on hers.

“It doesn’t work that way. We all build on what is already there. If you found me… repugnate, then all of my powers would have been for not. It would have no effect on you. But you desire me. You find this form,” she ran her hands slowly down her sides. Stopping to squeeze her breasts together and then continuing on down her tight body, “sexy and appealing. My magic just multiplies that feeling until you can’t help yourself. No victims here.”

“That is a fine line. I am not sure I agree with your definition of consent,” she shrugged at me, “how do I stop myself from getting whammied by these ladies?” I asked.

“You are going to need some protection.”

“I don’t think condoms are the ticket here,” I said seriously.

Her laugh, like the gentle ringing of bells, filled the room. “Oh sweet naive man. Magical protection, not physical protection.” She rubbed her chin for a moment, thinking. “There is a small magic shop near here that should have what you need. I will come with you and make sure you get a quality piece. Come,” she said rising from the couch, “let’s go.” She didn’t wait to see if I was following or not. This was a lady that was use to her suggestions being followed like commands.

## Part 2

She sat demurely in my rusted out chev. I kept glancing at her to make sure I wasn’t dreaming her. I had never met such a stunning and overtly sexual woman before and it was throwing me off my game.

She told me to turn left at the light.

The road was under construction and had a ridiculous pile of bumps and pit holes. Now I was glancing over at her for a whole new reason.

Her big perky tits were happily bouncing with every bump and pothole as we drove down the road.

She smiled as she shook her head.

“Every man, for as long as I have been alive, is absolutely fascinated by boobs. It is like a constant of the universe,” she said absently while looking out the window. “Key your eyes on the road detective. I promise my boobs aren’t going anywhere.”

I couldn’t help but think that they were sure as hell going up and down.

“Pull over her,” she said pointing to a little shop. The shop had a sign out front:

“The painted broom : magical supplies and occult shoppe”

This should be interesting.

We walked into the tiny shop. It smelled of too much incense. I followed Mrs. Morris as she seemed to know exactly where she was going in this over crowded shop. She rang the bell loudly when she got to the little cashier counter at the back of the store.

A mousey little lady popped up from under the counter, adjusting her glasses as she did so.

“How can I -“, she started and the stopped as she stared wide eyed at Mrs. Morris, “mistress,” she said with a little bow.

“Hello child. We are looking for a charm. A Lilith’s Bane. Do you have one?”

“A Lilith’s Bane?” The cashier asked cautiously. “Of course – yes. Follow me.”

The cashier weaved through the stacks of goods deftly until we were before a small jewelry cabinet.

She opened the cabinet and took out a small necklace and pendant. The pendant has carved in silver – no bigger than a quarter.

“It is the best one I have, mistress,” the cashier said with another bow.

Mrs. Morris took it and placed it over my head.

“Let’s see if this works, shall we?”

I nod. Locking eyes with her I see her pupils dilate. The whites of her eyes completely retreat. She starts to breathe heavy – her ample chest heaving from the effort. Her erect nipples straining against the fabric of her revealing shirt.

I feel a hint of it. I want to go to her but I can fight it down. I can withstand. It is like holding against the out going tide. It would be so much easier to go with it. To get lost in the lust.

“Yes, that will do,” I hear Mrs. Morris say as her pupils shrink – bringing the whites of her eyes back.

I didn’t realize how lost I had gotten in her eyes. The moaning cashier made me see I had tuned out the whole world. The cashier stood there with her hand down her pants, furiously masterbating. Her shirt was open and her over hand was fondling her tiny perky breast.

Mrs. Morris turned from me to face the cashier, “sorry child, I didn’t even consider the overflow.” I saw her eyes dilate again as she focused on the cashier. She leaned in and whispered something to the cashier.

“Oh! Oh! Fuck!” The cashier moaned. Mrs. Morris kissed the nape of her neck and then kissed her erect nipple. She played with the nipple – lashing it back and forth with her tongue. The cashier pulled her in, shmooshing Mrs. Morris’s face into her breast.

“AaaaaaaaaAaaaaaAAAaaaaah!” The cashier screamed and then went limp. Mrs. Morris caught her and gently laid her down on the floor.

“There you go, child,” she said. “Just breathe.”

The cashier had a hazy, sultry smile on her face as she lay on the floor.

“I think it will work just fine,” Mrs. Morris said to me. We walked to the cashier counter. “Leave a fifty for that dear girl. She is going to need a moment before she can tend to the cash register.”

I count out fifty dollars and leave it on the counter. We get back into the car.

“It was weird to see that from the other side. She had no control,” I said in the car.

“Oh, she is fine,” Mrs. Morris purred. “She enjoyed it. I bet there is enough residual for her and her husband to enjoy it again tonight,” she with a naughty grin. “You didn’t feel the sudden urge to masterbate in the store? To throw yourself at me?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I could feel it – but it was distant. I was detached from it some how. The pull was still there,” I struggled for words to explain it.

“That should work for everyone but Lilith. Despite its name, she is just too strong for such simple magics,” she explained.

“Shall we go find this woodland nymph of yours? This Emily Watson?”

## Part 3

The drive to the city centre park wasn’t nearly as exciting as the drive to the magic shop – no pot holes at all. Stupid maintenance crews.

“So the nymph lives in the park?” I asked, looking into the enormous park.

“No anymore,” Mrs. Morris said. “They like to stay near to nature as possible. But they have had to adapt. Humanity is clear cutting and destroying natural reserves at an alarming rate. The woodland nymphs run several not for profits that are trying to preserve as much nature as possible,” she explained.

“Nymphs? There are more than one?”

Her light giggle filled the car.

“Oh dear man, this whole building is full of nymphs. There will be hundreds of them. But we are looking for one – their queen. Head of the nymphs in this city,” she said delightedly.

“And she has sex whammie powers like you?

“Whammie powers?” She said with a giggle, “yes, she has whammie powers. Much more subtle than mine. They will worm their way in – almost subconsciously. You won’t even realizing you are giving into them.”

“Ok. From what I understand you feed on the sexual energy. Does she as well?” I asked.

“As delicious as it is, she doesn’t feed on it. It is just part of her nature. Part *of* nature. She can’t turn it on and off like I can and she has no control over it. It is just an omnipresent ‘fuck me’ vibe when you are around them.”

We got out of the car and walked up to the door of the building. The two big security guards stepped a hair closer together – blocking our entrance.

“By appointment only,” the slightly bigger muscle head said.

“Be a dear and tell Emily that Hanna Morris is here to see her,” she said gently caressing the security guard’s arm. I could feel the gentle tug of her power – muted by the charm I wore.

The guard dialed a number and mumbled a few words.

“She will see you. Go up to the twentieth floor and wait in reception there,” he growled.

Hanna was all smiles and charm, “thank- you so much,” she gushed. She got a smile out of the guard as he let us in.

We walked briskly to the elevator.

“God, that is a beautiful man. Did you see the arms on him? I bet he could pick me up and fuck me against a wall without breaking a sweat,” she purred hungrily to herself.

We rode up to the twentieth floor in silence. I didn’t know how or what I could possibly follow her opinion with.

The reception area was massive. Fifteen foot ceilings. Trees and plants everywhere. It was a garden in there. Everything was of Earth tones – greens and browns.

We walked up to the reception desk.

“Hello,” Hanna purred, “Hanna Morris and Detective Kirk to see Emily Watson.”

The receptionist looked slightly panicked when I was introduced.

“Don’t worry about the detective. This isn’t on official business,” Hanna reassured her. She visibly relaxed.

The receptionist had large purple eyes, ever so slightly too far aside to be human. A round forehead and a tiny pointed chin. She had long bright yellow hair with flowers growing in it. Her cheeks were touched with a slight blush of green. She was slender and slight.

“Please have a seat,” she said pointing to the couches in the waiting area, “she wasn’t expecting you. She will be in a meeting for a few minutes yet. Could I get you a glass of water?”

“No thank- you dear. We are good,” Hanna answered for both of us.

We sat down on the couches and I looked around the room. I had never seen so much plant life in doors before. It was both relaxing and unnerving some how.

I saw a young female nymph stop at the reception desk, exchange pleasantries and drop off a few papers. She was intercepted by a young male nymph by the elevators.

They chatted a bit. His hand on her shoulder. Than on her arm. She smiled – he smiled. They started kissing. Slowly at first. The tentative first kisses. Then fast – almost frenzied. His tongue in her mouth. She moans softly. She pushes him up against the wall and pulls at his clothing.

She is working his cock in her had as he moans. He gets her shirt off and is playing with her tiny perky breasts. Flicking the nipples between his fingers and then kissing the left one and the right one.

He reaches down and rubs her mound through her pants. She reaches deep and plays with his balls. She pulls off her pants and braces her hands against the wall – her tight round ass out.

He slaps her ass, making her gasp, and mounts her. He is pumping away. Grunting as he does so. She moans and pushes back into him.

He thrusts faster and faster and then shakes as he climaxes. She turns her head to kiss him – soft and tender. He pulls out – his hard cock dripping in their juices – and pushes down on her shoulders.

She smiles and gets on her knees. She kisses the tip of his cock. Then a little lick. He shutters and sprays a little bit of cum on her chin. She smiles and takes his cock in her mouth. She slurps and gurgles and she attempts to swallow his hard cock.

He has a hand in her hair as she bobs on his cock. He suddenly pulls back but she is having none of that and grabs him by the hips – pulling him into her mouth until she has swallowed the whole thing.

He jerks and convulses. And then sudden relaxes.

She pulls his cock out and swirls her tongue around the tip of it. She quickly gathers her clothes and stands up. He has a hand on the wall panting for breath. She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks away like it was the most common of occurrences.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away during the entire thing. It was surreal.

“You enjoying yourself?” Hanna’s voice whispered in my ear, husky and sensuous.

“I have never seen anything like that,” I said still watching the male as he was getting dressed. “Don’t get me wrong, maybe in a porno or something but just to watch another couple fuck… I have never – ,” I stammered. I was at a complete loss of words for what I just saw.

“I wasn’t talking about them. I am talking about you?” She said.

“What?” I turned to face her. “What do you mean?”

She slowly looked down.

I hand my hand between her spread legs and was playing with her clit. My fingers were wet and slick. Her pussy was hairless.

“I…. I…. “

“you started with your hand on my thigh. You pushed up my skirt. And before she had her hand on his cock you had spread my legs. You have been playing with my pussy while you watched them fuck,” she said with a slight grin.

“I… I am sorry. I didn’t even…” I was shaking my head. How do you not realize you are playing you someone’s pussy?

“You apologize for playing with my pussy while you keep doing so,” she said breathlessly. I tried to pull my hand away but she had her locked over top of mine. “You have gotten me all wet Detective Kirk,” she took two of my fingers and slid them into her pussy. I gasped at the same time as she did. “Are you going to leave me hanging now?”

I swirled my fingers around and brought them out. Freshly wet, I traced up her vulva slowly and circled her clit. Getting everything nice and wet. I traced back down and put my fingers in again – she rewarded me with a faint gasp.

Her eyes still had their whites. She wasn’t putting the whammie on me. Must be the nymph vibe of the place.

I pull my fingers out and away from her pussy. How did this go from a meeting with the nymph queen to me fingering a stranger.

She watched my fingers with sad eyes as I lifted them up to my mouth. I licked my fingers. She tasted amazing. So sweet. I put the fingers in my mouth and sucked them dry.

I dropped to my knees in front of her. I gave her pussy a slow gentle lick. She shivered. I twirled my tongue around her clit and got a moan. I flicked it back and forth gently with my tongue and then slid two fingers into her tight pussy. She groaned again and pushed her pussy into my face.

I licked faster and faster – then stopped. She whimpered. I eased another finger into her pussy and she gasped. I took a deep breath and blew gently against her clit – getting closer and closer. I swirled my tongue around her clit again and then sucked gently. I could feel her clit gently going in and out – past my lips as I sucked.

Her fingers sprawled through my hair as she pulled me in closer. Her breathing quickened. Faster and faster. Her beasts heaving.

“Oooh. Uuuuuh. Fuck!” I felt her pussy clenching on my fingers as she came. She pushed my head back.

“That was unexpected, detective Kirk. Very pleasant but unexpected,” she said breathlessly.

I rocked back on my heels as she closed her legs and pulled her dress down.

“Mrs. Watson is ready for you now,” the receptionist said. She was standing right behind the couch as if she had watched the whole thing. “I didn’t want to interrupt you,” she said pleasantly.

“Thank you, dear. An interruption would have been most unfortunate,” Hanna said with a throaty chuckle. I stood up and held a hand out for Hanna. She took it and stood up.

We followed the receptionist to an office.

## Part 4

I didn’t realize how close nymphs are to plants. They are more closely related to plants than to humans. Emily watson’s office drove that home harder than any lesson could have.

She was in the centre of the back wall. She had grown into and with the plants of the room.

From the waist up she looks like all of the other nymphs – pixie faced with yellow hair. Slight of create and slender. Instead of a few flowers growing in her hair she had a crown of thorned roses in her hair.

From the waist down she was all vines and leaves – just all plant. There were two nymph men tending to flowers growing from the base of the queens body. They sprayed them with water and petted them.

Another two men were… it looked like they were both fucking blossoms. They were sweaty and straining and they slammed their cocks into the giant flower blossoms.

Female attendants brought in food and refreshments.

“Hanna!” The queen hailed, “it has been too long.”

Hanna smiled brightly and genuinely. “Far too long. You were but a bud at a spring ball.”

“True – we are not nearly as long lived as you. That was almost seventy years ago.”

“Can’t be,” Hanna said exasperated, “it was only a couple of years ago. You look good.”

“So do you. Have you come to exercise a few of our young bucks?” The queen makes a gentle motion of her hand and three young, male, nymphs come forward. “I remembered that you liked them beefy and strong.”

Hanna eyed up the three men. Running hand up an arm, slapping on of their asses and down the arm of the last. The three of them were visibly straining their pants.

“They are beautiful,” Hanna growled, “but sadly – we are here on business.”

The queen shifted her attention to me. Her purple eyes digging into my soul.

“It isn’t often we get a human in my court,” she said, looking at me curiously. One of the males fucking her blossoms grunted and then collapsed – panting for breath. Two young ladies help him out of the room and one of the beefy brutes offered to Hanna takes his position and starts fucking the blossom.

“I will be brief your majesty,” I said hastily, “I am looking for a friend of mine. A detective Dan Donald. He made a note about meeting with you.”

“Yes. I meet with him almost three weeks ago,” the queen said.

“May I ask what you met about?”

She smiled. “He was looking for an aphrodisiac. Something to help save his marriage, he said. I told him that what the nymphs have – can’t be bottled or contained. It is just nature. I told him I would let him and his wife a room in our building. More than close enough for an aphrodisiac effect. But he declined and left. He was here for but a few minutes.”

“Thank- you your majesty. That is very helpful,” I said with a nod of my head.

“Thank-you for your time Emily. I promise to make a social call, soon,” Hanna said earnestly.

“The spring ball is only a couple months away. I will make sure you are on the invite list.”

With that we got up a left.

The receptionist was reclined in her chair as far as feasible. A young male nymph was on his knees, holding her legs up while licking her pussy. She was moaning and running her hands over her tiny boobs – pulling on the nipples. We walked by her desk, waved, and saw ourselves out.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” I said once we were back in the car. “He wanted protection from sexual predators from you and aphrodisiacs from her. He didn’t know if he was coming or going. How does that make any sense?”

“I don’t know Kirk,” she said shaking her head. She had dropped the ‘Detective’ from my name. Eating her pussy didn’t even get me on a first name basis with this woman. Just thinking about eating her out in the reception area was making me hard again. I needed to focus.

“There has to be an angle we are missing here,” I said as I stared at the Dan’s notebook for the millionth time. “This next name – Julie Benjamin. You said she is a Lideric and will fuck my brain? I am not sure what to make of that after what has happened so far today.”

Hanna laughed gently. “Your world has changed a great deal today. Maybe take a beat and tackle that one tomorrow,” she suggested.

We arrived back at Hanna’s apartment block.

“Walk me up?” Hanna asked innocently. I knew it was anything but and I walked her up anyways.

We got to her floor and I walked her to her door.

“You want to come in for a night cap?” She asked.

“I better not,” I said reluctantly.

She opened her door and dragged me in by my shirt. She pushed me up against the wall – right by the front door.

“I feel bad,” she said. Her chest pressing against mine. “You got me off at the nymphs. You must be backed up. After your introduction to me. Then the cashier at the magic shop. Then eating me out at the nymph’s. I figure you are about to explode,” she said – pushing her perky breasts into my chest breathlessly. Her eyes lock on mine. “You need a release – don’t you? You need to fuck… something…,” she breathes into my ear. I was hard from the moment she pulled me into her apartment.

She pushed me up against the wall. She locked her lips on mine. Her tongue probing my mouth. Running over my lips. Twirling around my tongue.

Her eyes dilated. The whites disappearing. I could feel the pull. The amulet blocking most of her sexual whammie. I pulled off the amulet and threw it to the ground. I let me fingers weave into her hair and pulled her face to mine. I kissed her with a hunger I never knew I could have.

I pulled her top off over her head. Her magnificent tits free – pushing against my chest. She pulled off my trench coat – my shirt. Oh god – those perky tits squished against my bare skin.

She was passionately kissing me as her hands expertly navigated my belt and pants. She locked eyes with me and kissed my chin, the down my throat, she stopped to suck on my nipples. Gently nibbling one while twisting the other between her fingers.

She continued to work her way down until she was on her knees before me. She was panting and so was I. Her eyes still locked on mine – she pulled down my pants and underwear with a single motion. My hard cock sprung free – swinging right between her enormous tits.

She ran her hand up the inseam of my legs. Stopping at my balls. She gently massaged my aching balls in her hand. My cock was bobbing for her attention but she ignored it as she worked my balls.

One hand stayed there and the other slowly traced up the length of my throbbing cock. She took her time. Up one side to the tip, played with the tip ever so gently and then down the other side.

I was moaning and panting but she was just catching her stride.

“You like that, Kirk? Mmmmm?”

“Yeah, fuck it is so good,” I head myself beg.

She pinned my cock to my stomach with one hand. Opening her mouth she slowly closed in – taking my balls in her mouth. She sucked on the bag. Then pushed the balls around with her tongue. She sucked a ball in and gently rolled it around in her mouth. Flicking her tongue over it as she sucked.

Then she ran a slow tongue up my cock. She got to the tip and then started again. Tracing veins up and down my cock.

I let out little moans as she worked my member with her tongue. She released my cock and it sprung away from my stomach. She teased – licking just the tip. A little swirl of her tongue around the tip. A quick flicker of licks on the underside.

I placed my hands on either side of her head. My heart pumping fast – I could hear it beat in my ears.

She smiled at me. “Do it,” she whispered. She coyly opened her mouth – just enough to part her lips. Her tongue moistened her lips. “Do it, Kirk,” she commanded.

I pulled her face towards my cock – the tip resting on her lips. She looked up at me and nodded ever so slightly. I pulled her face close as I thrust my hips – pushing my cock down her throat.

I let out a satisfying groan and just held her there. Her lips wrapped around the base of my cock and balls resting on her chin. I slowly pulled my cock out – spit dripping off – she caught her breath and then slammed my cock down her throat of her own volition.

I pulled my hands back as she swallowed my cock over and over again.

The harsh slurping sounds driving me crazy.

She made a ‘Gluck’ sound every time my cock hit the back of her throat.

Gluck

Gluck

Gluck

Slurp

Gluck

Gluck

Gluck

Slurp

My breathing became frantic.

“Yes! Yes! Just like that! Yeah!”

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and frantically stroked it. It pulsed and lay thick ropes of cum right between her breasts. I never knew I could cum that much. Rope after rope landed between her tits.

I was panting, trying to catch my breath, and she gently put the tip back in her mouth. Slowly and carefully sucking the last of the cum from my cock.

“You barely got any cum in my mouth,” she pouted.

“Sorry,” I said between pants, “I wasn’t really the one doing the aiming.”

“True,” she said with a chuckle. She stood a bit taller on her knees – placing my cock between her breasts. She squeezed her enormous tits around my cock and slowly moved up and down.

My cum squished between her tits and covered my cock. She stopped jerking me off with her tits and inspected my still hard, cum covered cock.

“Much better,” she growled as started to suck my cock. The cum covering her lips and dripping off. She licked my cock from base to tip and then pushed it between her tits again.

She squished them from side to side. The cum squelching around between her tits. She started to jerk me off with her boobs again – slowly.

She moaned softly. “I hope there is still lots of cum down there.” She pulled my cock out and proceeded to clean it off again. Taking her time to lick it everywhere.

She stood up and leaned into me.

“Better?” She asked softly.

“Much,” I replied honestly.

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