I ease myself down, slowly taking your young, virile, and, I must admit, impressively large cock into my impatient wetness. “Oh God, you’re so tight!” you moan as you feel the length of my cunt caress your member, all the way to your scrotum. It feels so good with you firmly embedded deep within me. Rolling my hips, I let you part way out and pull you all the way back in. With my arms extended, palms against your pecs, fingernails barely scraping your hairless chest, I ride slowly, methodically, allowing my entire body to feel the sensations you are releasing in me.
You look so smug, lying there, letting me do all the work. But, that’s okay, I don’t mind. I have you firmly under control. Your first mistake was buying me a drink at the bar. You got to me before anyone else had a chance. In subtle ways, I let you know that I wanted you. As much as you wanted me, or so you thought. That’s why I let you finger me at the bar. That’s why I dropped to my knees in the elevator, getting you ready. That’s why you brought me here, to your room. And,that’s why you let me use your own necktie to bind your hands to the headboard.
In spite of your brave face, I can sense a little apprehension as my cunt begins to squeeze your cock. “Something wrong, Harry?” I ask.
You look up into my piercing orange-brown eyes. “You’re so fucking tight!” you grunt. I continue to ride, slowly, methodically. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.” You try to buck up, going deeper inside me. I smile at how well you fill me up. I flex my fingers, my long purple nails scraping your chest.
“Patience, Harry, patience,” I reply to your attempt at going faster, deeper, regaining control. It seems as if you are not one to relinquish control, but now that I have it, I’m not letting it go. I take my panties, which you had your hand in at the bar, and stuff them into your mouth. “Remember, back at the bar, when you asked what I did for a living? Well, I didn’t exactly tell you the truth. I said I was a teller of stories, of legends, which is kind of true but not exactly. You see, Harry, I fuck for a living. No, I’m not a hooker. I’m a succubus. Do you know what that is, Harry?” You shake your head. “A succubus is a mythical creature who roams the earth looking for a mate. Not a husband, or a boyfriend, but someone to mate with. And when we find someone, someone like yourself, we take them. We use them up. We fuck them until they are empty.”
I start grinding on your cock, letting my clit rub against you. You have a dreamy look on your face. Is it my scent, the smell of my cunt, making you dizzy? Or is it my taste, my essence being extracted by your mouth on my soiled, wet panties that makes you feel intoxicated? Your eyes open wide. Have you realized the severity of your situation? Or is my cloying pussy driving you slowly towards a monumental orgasm? No matter. I have you where I want you, and we are not done yet.
“My mother was Ishtar, the Sumerian Goddess of fertility. I am over three thousand years old. I don’t look it, because, on a regular basis, I take over the body of some poor unwitting female who wants to try a lesbian experience. Ashley was just such a girl, but her soul is gone now. Not her body. I’m using it to fuck your brains out. What is my real name? Never mind, you could never pronounce it anyway.”
I leaned over brushing your face with my small, but pointed nipples. Your groans are barely audible through the fabric stuffed in your mouth. I reach down and gather a finger full of my essence and smear it under your nose.
I continue my story. “At the tender age of sixteen, I fell in love with a palace servant boy. It was my first time and it was heavenly. He was so tender. My father caught us. He was enraged. But he did not kill the boy. He cursed him. The boy would never cum again, for the rest of his life. As for me, my mother cast a spell on me. Since my virtue, as well as my worth as a wife was gone, she cast a spell on me. I would live forever if I consumed the lifegiving sperm of one man a day, every day.”
I can feel your cock stretching me with each stroke. It feels a little harder than a minute ago. I wonder if you are on the verge of exploding. I tickle my clit, wanting to release at the same time as you. I reach around behind, cupping your bloated balls, scraping the crinkled skin with my nails. You moan again, louder this time, but still muffled by my panties.
“Getting close, Harry? I know I am. I’m looking forward to your filling my greedy little tight cunt with every ounce of cum in these balls of yours. It’s a shame, really. I’d like to keep you around. You are such a talented pussy licker. You made me cum… twice. Not many men do that for me.”
I pull the wadded panties from your mouth, lean over and replace them with my left breast. Completely under my spell, you suck the puffy nipple into your mouth, completing the circuit. Your mouth on my breast, your cock buried in my cunt. I can feel the electricity as it couses through both of us.
“Cum for me Harry. Fill me. Try to put the fire out that burns in my cunt.”
I glance down for a moment. Your eyes are filled with terror. You want to cum, but you know in your heart it will be your last. Your hips are still churning, turning my juices to butter. You can’t help it.
“Oh God! I’m…I ‘m… coming!” you croke. The intensity of your orgasm surpasses all that have gone before. You can feel your cock pumping and pumping. It feels like your balls are shrinking with each stroke. You know what is happening, but you can’t stop. Your eyes slowly close. You relax.
“Pleasant dreams, Harry….and thank you.” I say as I dismount, cupping my hand over my leaking pussy. I quickly lean over and take his shriveled cock in my mouth, sucking the last of his essence from his body. I pull a spare pair of panties out of my purse, dress quickly and walk to the elevator, unseen.
