It’s impossible to understand how incredibly life-altering a divorce can be without experiencing it yourself. Unfortunately for Gavin Bentley, he’s experiencing it firsthand. He never would have guessed he’d be in this situation, but then, he never would have guessed he’d ever cheat on his wife.
~~~
It started out as a friendly, platonic relationship with a married woman at the company. Joking back and forth to add a little sunshine to their otherwise boring workday evolved into sprinkling generic sexual innuendos here and there.
It happened the night of the company’s annual awards banquet when neither of their spouses was able to attend. Sitting together for convenience’s sake, they talked at length instead of their usual thirty second encounters at work.
To make a long story short, they left early to hook up at a motel. Neither of them had ever cheated on their spouse, and neither of them ever intended to. It would be a one-time affair, just for the experience of having done it. No one besides the two of them would ever know about it.
And no ever one did, except for the close friend she confided in, because after all, she could keep a secret. Her friend told another friend who could also keep a secret, who told another friend, then another and another. You get the picture. Pretty soon, the whole company knew about their one night stand, although it was only whispered about in ‘secret.’
When word got around to Gavin’s wife, there was no understanding, no forgiveness, no mercy. A speedy trip to the attorney, a date with the judge, a divorce granted, another marriage down the tubes.
~~~
On this particular Saturday morning, Gavin stumbles out of bed and goes through the motions as he does everyday. His small, one-bedroom apartment is a far cry from the from the beautiful home he and Susan bought ten years ago, but now that home is just a collection memories from happier days.
The Santa Barbara area is an expensive place to live, and Gavin considers himself lucky to have found an apartment in his meager price range within walking distance to the beach. He spends a lot of time at the beach, walking alone, sulking about his new situation, thinking ‘if only I hadn’t’ a million times.
It’s no different on this day, except that he’s too depressed for his regular morning masturbation session with himself. Jacking off is no substitute for a warm female body, but it’s his only option now. Horny as he is, he knows he’s in no mental state to look for another partner, so he doesn’t even try.
After another depressing morning cleaning the apartment and catching up the laundry, Gavin heads out after lunch for another lonely walk on the beach. The morning cloud cover has lingered into the afternoon, making for a chilly walk under overcast skies.
There’s a coffee shop just across the street from the beach, and a hot chocolate would taste pretty good right now. There’s a line at the express counter when he enters the crowded Lava Java Cafe, but it doesn’t bother Gavin. He’s got all day, he’s got nothing better to do. He patiently gets in line, daydreaming about the beach and the solitary peace he finds there.
~~~
Little does he know, someone is watching him. A woman. A very attractive woman, the kind you’d never expect to be into this sort of thing. She’s stunningly attractive and turns men’s heads everywhere she goes.
She’s petite and beautiful. Standing at five-feet-four, her slightly larger than b-cup breasts seem bigger than they are against her thin, hourglass figure. Her ass is probably her best feature, the way it’s accentuated by her thin waist. And her pretty face, framed by straight blonde hair falling far past her shoulders, makes her a trophy any man would chase after.
She’s never had a problem getting asked out for dates, but she’s never been able to hold a man once she’s told them about her secret. She has something other women don’t have, and it’s always been a curse with men.
She was surfing the sex-story internet sites about two years ago, when she ran across a word she’d never seen before. Succubus… a strange word that immediately caught her interest.
After a quick Google search, she learned that a succubus is a mythical female demon who supposedly descends upon and seduces a man, then has sex with him while he sleeps and steals his soul.
The thought of having sex with sleeping men didn’t appeal to her, but descending on them for the sole purpose of deceiving and having sex with them certainly did.
She started reading succubus stories on all the sites. She fantasized about them. She fantasized about being one herself. She fantasized until she figured out how she could be a succubus in real life, without the implications of Satanism, of course. She certainly wasn’t out to steal anyone’s soul.
After being rejected by every man she’s ever wanted to fall in love with, playing this erotic, succubus-inspired game is her way of extracting revenge. She loves sex, and getting it like this makes it thrilling. It’s become her fetish, her obsession even.
~~~
Gavin’s forlorn and sullen facial expression catches her eye the moment he walks in the door. He looks like an easy mark for what she’s after.
He’s better looking than most of the guys she usually gets. She likes his longer-than-average hair, his clean upper lip, and what looks like a lean, non-muscular body under his short pants and t-shirt. Just the body-type she’s most attracted to. If everything goes according to her plan, today will be his lucky day… or not.
Getting him up to the apartment will be the hardest part. It always is when she’s out stalking. Picking a random guy out of a crowd, then using her crafty wit and intuition to charm him into doing anything she wants is a major turn-on for her.
She’ll use her body to attract him, then rely on her ability to read into his mind to identify weaknesses she can use to manipulate him later. She’s already done it a dozen times, and she’s getting pretty good at it.
Keeping her eye on Gavin after making sure he’s by himself, she approaches him from behind as he’s picking up his order. She gets excited when she sees the waitress bringing a large, styrofoam cup of hot chocolate piled high with whipped cream.
‘This should be easy,’ she thinks. She stalks towards him, ready to pounce.
He picks up his order in a depressed state of mind, not paying attention to anything around him. As he’s turning to walk away, she lunges forward, making sure they smack right into each other, spilling hot chocolate everywhere. He was too lost in his thoughts to notice how she caused the mishap and created quite a scene.
“Jesus Christ…!” she yells loud enough everyone in the place can hear her. “Why the fuck didn’t you watch where you’re going…? Fuck…! Look at me!” She acts like she’s gonna cry.
“Oh, no…! I’m so sorry,” Gavin panics, looking down at her whipped cream-covered feet.
He immediately turns around to grab a handful of napkins from the counter before he even dares to look at her. When he turns around he freezes, finding himself face-to-face with a steely-eyed stranger whose feet are covered with what he’s just spilled.
Caught completely off-guard, Gavin just stands there for what seems like an hour with his mouth hanging open.
“Well… don’t you think you should at least hand me some napkins?” she angrily asks. “I wasn’t fucking planning on wearing whipped cream on my feet all day!”
Taken aback by her obvious anger, Gavin hands her half of the napkins as he struggles with the realization of what just happened.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” he apologizes, “I guess I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t notice you standing behind me.”
Seeing the embarrassing look his face, she plays her game with a piercing stare into his eyes.
‘Throw a little more shit on him to see how he reacts,’ she tells herself.
She deliberately pauses before she responds, taking pleasure in the discomfort she’s causing him as he anxiously awaits her response.
“Yeah, no shit, mister,” she hisses. “I fuckin’ figured that out when you practically knocked me over. Is this your perverted way to grab a girl’s attention?”
Startled by her angry response, Gavin starts to mumble, “Uh… no, actually, I…”
“Wait… wait,” she cuts him off.
Now that she’s got him all freaked out, she skillfully takes pity on him and changes her tone. She bends down to help him clean up the mess.
“Look…” she says, “I’m sorry I got so mad. It guess was an honest mistake, and I’m probably just overreacting. Let’s back this up and start over. I’m sure you’re the perfect gentleman,” then she throws him a playful curve, “that is… when you’re not being the hot chocolate attacker!”
Her last comment gets a chuckle out of him. Realizing she’s not totally pissed-off at him, his face lightens up a little. It’s the perfect moment to introduce herself.
“I’m Cassandra, by the way, everyone calls me Cassie. And your name is…?”
“Oh… Ummm… I’m Gavin. I was about to head over to the beach,” he tells her. “I guess I was just lost in my thoughts when I ran into you. Can I buy you a coffee or do something to make it up to you?”
“Awe… that’s awfully nice of you, Gavin,” she turns on the charm, now that she’s got him thinking he owes her for his ‘mistake’. “Look… don’t worry about the coffee, but there is something you can do for me.”
“Sure, I’ll do whatever I can.”
“Well, I was just thinking… you said you were going to the beach?”
“Yeah, I spend a lot of time there.”
“What a coincidence… I’m headed there myself, and I was hoping… you’d maybe do me a little favor?”
“What kind of favor?”
She pauses, putting him on edge…
“Well… now my hands are all sticky with whipped cream and chocolate… and… since you’re going to the beach anyway… would mind you carrying my purse and beach bag for me so I don’t get those all sticky too? I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but you do owe me a favor, you know.”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” he nervously replies, not too excited about carrying a woman’s purse in public. “Its only fair, I guess, considering it was my clumsiness that caused it.”
“Thanks, Gavin, it’ll really help me out.”
She takes a silent pleasure in his obvious embarrassment, knowing it’s because she manipulated him into carrying her purse.
~~~
Once outside, Gavin’s getting a better look at the hot babe he’s run into by accident. He gazes on her flimsy beach dress clinging to her body in the breeze, prominently advertising her bra-less boobs and heart-shaped ass.
He can’t stop staring at her tits bouncing with every step she takes. She’s doing it on purpose, of course, and it’s giving him a hard-on. Cassie makes a mental note of how easy her body’s drawing him to her.
When they get to the beach, Cassie gets him to follow her down to the waters edge and help her clean up.
“Sure, Cassie, anything I can do to help,” Gavin swoons, thinking he might actually have a chance with this babe.
There’s a wicked-looking smile on her face and a mischievous twinkle in her eye when he squats down to rinse her feet. Raising each foot so he can wash it, she lifts her dress high up her thigh, knowing he’s getting off having her feet in his hands.
He feasts on her silky smooth calves and perfectly shaped thighs. He can only imagine how the rest of her looks. ‘Probably tight as fuck, just like her legs,’ he thinks to himself.
“That feels great, babe,” Cassie steps out of the water. “If you don’t mind, could you just give my legs a quick dry…? So my dress doesn’t get wet?”
“No problem,” Gavin eagerly eagerly obliges. She just called him ‘babe’, she’s really getting him going.
He feels up and down her legs as much as he dares. As if she’s reading his mind, she lifts her dress higher, noting his reaction with a mischievous smirk on her face.
“Thanks, baby,” she says with another self-satisfying smirk. Before she lets her dress down, she lifts it higher still, pretending to adjust it around her belt. She intentionally gives Gavin a couple quick, flirtatious flashes of the hot-pink panties she’s wearing underneath.
He’s not quite sure what it is, but something about her smile and the look in her eyes is making him nervous. But then again, his cock definitely likes her, and she just flashed her panties at him. After of months of jacking off by himself, he’s desperate for female affection.
Cassie’s subtle charm already has him wrapped around her finger. His quivering cock is clouding his judgement.
He works up the nerve to attempt a conversation.
“Umm… we’re you planning on sticking around the beach for a while?”
“Well, yeah… why else would I have my beach bag with me?”
She then cleverly gets him nervous again, implying the idiocy of his question. “Why…? Did my feet turn you on that much? Hmmm…?”
“No, of course not,” Gavin’s flustered and stumbling on his words, “I just meant…”
“Geez-Louise, Gavin…” Cassie cuts him off with an eery laugh. “What’s got you all wound up? I meant that as a joke. I wasn’t implying anything.”
His growing infatuation is exposing a weakness she intends to exploit later. She’s excited about where this is going. She already knows her next move.
“I’m sorry,” Gavin goes into a sulking mood, “I’m usually pretty laid back, but my life’s going through a rough patch, and it’s got me on edge.”
“Yeah, well… we’ve all been there, babe,” Cassie acts like she’s concerned about his grief. “Are you having girl troubles?”
“Yeah, but it’s a long story,” his answer is evasive.
“I thought so. You’re acting like you’ve got girl problems,” Cassie gives him another smirk and captures him with that piercing stare again. “You wanna take a walk on the beach? Maybe you just need someone to listen. I’ll be that someone, if you need someone to talk to.”
Her steely-eyed-stare is much more direct than it’s been so far. She’s cutting right through him as she ramps up the heat. She’s making him nervous, while at the same time drawing him closer to her. She’s doing it with the same relentless, piercing stare she’s used on him all day.
“Sure,” he says to this girl with the hypnotic stare, “I was planning on doing that anyways, before I ran into you.”
“Yeah,” she giggles, “you ran into me alright. Maybe it was an omen. I kinda like you, in a weird sort of way.”
“Weird…? How so?”
“Oh… I dunno. I’ve always had trouble getting to know someone. That’s what’s weird about it. I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone I just met. Especially the way we met.”
“Well,” he gets all flustered, “I kinda like you, too.”
“You do…? After I was so bitchy at the coffee shop?”
“Let’s just forget about that,” he says as she takes his hand to begin their walk.
He spills his soul to her as they spend the afternoon walking along the beach. She’s silently amused as he tells her about Susan and how he caused the divorce that ruined their marriage and his life. She acts concerned as he confesses his sins, never realizing he’s revealing so many weaknesses she’ll be using to manipulate him later.
Cassie’s impressed with herself, the way she’s got him opening up to her. As she suspected, he’s horny as hell and it won’t take much more to trap him.
His mood lightens up after Cassie gets all the ammunition she needs and switches the conversation to more pleasant subjects. Pretty soon they’re laughing and reminiscing like old friends. Before they know it, the sun is setting over the ocean and they’re walking back arm-in-arm.
“Well, babe,” Cassie stretches her arms over her head, pressing her tits against her dress to wet Gavin’s appetite, “I enjoyed our walk, but maybe we should call it a day?”
“Yeah,” Gavin has to agree, wondering how he can keep this going, “its gonna be dark soon.”
Cassie knows he’s thinking about making a move on her, but she’s not confident he’ll work up the nerve. She doesn’t have much more time to make this happen, so she makes the move before he does.
“Can I ask you something?” she gives him that piercing stare again.
“Of course.”
“Well, I’m kinda scared to say this, I’ve never asked a man this after knowing him less than a day.” Cassie sets her snare.
“But… would you like to join me for a drink…? I don’t know where it’ll lead, but it’s Saturday night, and I’m willing to find out, if you’re interested.”
“You know what…?” Gavin’s eyes light up. “I’ll take you up on that. A drink sounds like a great way to end the day.”
“Oh good…! I was hoping that would be your answer.” She grabs his hand and leads him away from the beach.
Gavin feels a bit of apprehension with the way Cassie’s leading him away. She’s acting so different from how she was earlier. She was a constant tease on the beach, never missing an opportunity to sprinkle subtle sexual innuendos into her clever mix of words. There’s something about her he finds incredibly erotic, and terrifying at the same time.
“So where to?” Gavin asks. “I know a nice place about eight blocks from here, if you’re up for a walk.”
“I know a better place,” Cassie replies with an evil grin, her grip tightening on his hand. “I don’t live far from here, and I’ve got some booze laying around. You wanna just go over to my place? It might be fun.”
“Uh… yeah… sure,” Gavin agrees with a little apprehension.
His heart races at the notion of going home with this gorgeous girl. He’d been completely at ease with her a few minutes ago, but now, as they walk towards her place, her personality seems to be changing. She’s acting more aggressive and it’s making him nervous.
At the same time, he’s been thinking about fucking her all afternoon. He’s afraid of doing anything to sabotage his chances of getting laid, so against his better judgement, he resigns himself to whatever fate has in store for him. He’ll go with the flow.
“We’re here, babe,” Cassie snaps Gavin out of his thoughts.
As they walk up the steps to the four-story apartment building, Gavin takes a deep breath. With an unexpected reluctance, he follows Cassie up the stairs, admiring her beautiful ass as she purposely sways it back and forth with each step.
~~~
“Welcome to my humble abode.” she kicks off her sandals. “Make yourself at home while I take care of a few things in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Her living room looks a lot like anyone else’s, with a nice-sized TV and a few generic pictures on the wall. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for all sorts of knik knaks one wouldn’t normally associate with someone as young as her.
The dim lighting creates a relaxing atmosphere that helps him feel at ease as he awaits Cassie’s return. Whatever she’s doing, she’s taking her own sweet time about it.
Cassie’s busy in the bathroom with an enema tube up her rear, freshening herself up for later. Gavin has no idea what’s in store for him, but Cassie’s done this more than a few times. She knows exactly how to get his mind into it.
Running a sniff of perfume along her crack and around her crotch puts a wicked smile on her face. Touching up her makeup, she adds a darker shade of eye shadow, intended for a subliminal effect to make him more submissive to her desires.
Her sinister, seductive look goes unnoticed to his eyes as she joins him on the couch. His subconscious senses a change in her vibes, but the dim lighting conceals her intentions as she starts to play her succubus game.
“So… what’s your poison?” she puts one hand on his shoulder and the other in his thigh. “I have whiskey, vodka, gin, and tequila… if you wanna do shots.”
“I don’t know about shots… but whiskey sounds good.”
“I might have some lemonade hiding in the fridge,” she says in a quiet, romantic tone. “I could make us some sours.”
“Whiskey sours sound perfect.”
More at ease now, Gavin admires her gorgeous ass as she flaunts it walking towards the kitchen. He amuses himself, thinking of the fun things he might be doing with that ass later. Cassie interrupts his fantastical thoughts, returning from the kitchen with tray of drinks and shots.
“Why the shots…? I thought we were just gonna do sours?”
“Yeah, well… I just decided I want shots, too,” Cassie laughs and triggers his male ego. “If you’re worried you can’t keep up with me, I won’t force you to do shots.”
“Oh… I’m not worried about keeping up with you. I just wasn’t planning on getting drunk, that’s all.”
“We might get little tipsy maybe,” she gets up close and giggles in his face. “You might even like the tipsy version of me.”
She hands him a shot of tequila, “Bottoms up?”
Downing his shot in one gulp to impress her, Gavin doesn’t notice that Cassie’s shot glass is filled with water. She hands him a whiskey sour to chase it with a seductive smile. His first sip of the sour makes him pause. Cassie mixed it really strong, more than twice as strong as she mixed hers.
He’s not about to let a woman out-drink him, so he keeps up and finishes his drink the same time Cassie finishes hers. Her sexy flirting and teasing words get him comfortable enough to not say anything when she goes back to the kitchen to mix up a fresh round.
Cassie brings two more rounds of shots and drinks this time, and it’ll be bottoms up at least two more times. As the alcohol warms his stomach and gets into his bloodstream, Gavin’s anxiety and inhibitions start fading into the background.
She starts giggling and acting stupid after the second shot, making Gavin think he’s more in control than she is. But she’s played this game before.
She lets him touch her anywhere above the waist, slapping his hand away with a loud laugh every time he goes for her pussy. She teases him and says she’s saving it for later, then rewards him with a kiss for his good behavior.
His third tequila is tough to handle. He has to pause half-way, dumbfounded as he watches Cassie smoothly down her third shot of water. She’s totally in control as she makes her next move. A move she’s used many times before during her previous succubus conquests.
“Want a lime with that?” she giggles.
“Fuck…” he pauses as the tequila rushes to his head. “I might need it to get this last one down.”
Cassie’s lips are on his before he knows what’s happening. With a wedge of lime between her teeth, she passes it skillfully to Gavin to touch her lips against his. The electricity of the contact sends a pulse of desire from his brain to his cock.
Gavin thinks to himself, ‘Bring it on!’
“Did that make it easier?” Cassie giggles.
“Oh yeah… I loved the way you delivered the lime.”
“I’ve got a better delivery than that,” she says very seductively as she giggles and acts like she’s getting much drunker than he. She gets on her knees to straddle him, looking him straight in the eyes with that same piercing, hypnotic stare.
His nervousness now suppressed by the alcohol, his heart races with anticipation. She wiggles her ass into his crotch, still staring into his eyes with that mesmerizing look. With her breasts so close his face, he wants to look down to admire them, but can’t pull his eyes from her hypnotic stare.
She moves her lips towards his with the irresistible charm of a succubus. His head spins as she latches onto him like a blood-hungry vampire.
The tequila and whisky are hitting him hard as she goes in for a nice long kiss. Her tongue invades his mouth to let him know she means business. Gavin’s loving the way this hot girl seems to be taking over, since his lightheadedness keeps him from getting right into it.
She’s acting like a drunken bimbo now, and Gavin’s realizing this isn’t the same girl who walked along the beach with him earlier in the day.
“Damn, Cassie,” he’s slurring his words, “do you always get this romantic after a few drinks?”
“Only when I’m horny and I haven’t had it for a while,” she giggles and kisses him again, “like right now!”
She’s absolutely delighted that he thinks she’s drunk on her ass, when all she had was three shots of water and maybe one shot of whiskey total in the three sours she mixed for herself. She adds another layer of bimbo behavior by throwing her head into his shoulder.
“Do you like me like this?” she giggles in his ear.
“I love you like this,” he slurs, gaining confidence, feeling like a stud.
“Feel like getting serious about it?” she gives him the stare again.
His alcohol-influenced confidence goes through the roof.
‘This is gonna be an easy piece of ass,’ he thinks to himself.
“God-damn right I do,” he gets a surge of liquid courage, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”
“Oh you have, have you…?” she stops her giggles and gets in his face, “Well, if you’re a good boy, I might let you do just that.”
She smiles a wicked, succubus smile and intensifies her stare. Their lips lock together as she draws him further into her game. She sucks his tongue into her mouth, nibbling on it with her teeth as his hands start exploring up and down her gorgeous little body.
She pretends to love it, moaning and panting as her tits flop around in his greedy hands. His breaths are getting fast and erratic; the liquor she just fed him is taking its toll. Sniffing the musky fragrance she spread between her legs in the bathroom triggers his senses, driving him ever closer to her.
His touches start focusing around her perky breasts, squeezing them through her dress and tracing circles around her stiffening nipples. Her sensual teasing all afternoon has heightened his arousal, fueling his need for her.
She’s worked him into such an erotic frenzy, he’s no longer content to touch her with that annoying dress in the way. Just as she knew he’d do, he puts his hands on her shoulder straps and starts sliding them over her shoulders, ready to get an eye-full of those beautiful breasts.
That’s when she let’s him know the succubus is in charge. She gives him a light slap across the face, knocking him for a loop and into a mild state of shock.
“Not yet, baby. Don’t rush things,” she says with a certain authority in her voice.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, “I guess I got ahead of myself.”
“Well, you better just watch it,” she sounds more authoritarian, “I won’t let a man take me all the way unless he can show me a little constraint. You think you can do that?”
Gavin can hardly think at this point. The liquor is making his head spin and deadening his senses. This beautiful drunken bimbo sitting in his lap just slapped him across the face and isn’t drunk at all. His brain is too drunk to process it all, and his cock is so wound up he’ll do anything to get in her pussy.
There’s little resistance in his voice when he tells her again in mumbled words he’s sorry and he’ll be careful not to move to fast.
She gives him a sweet kiss to settle him down and get him relaxed. She works him back into a frenzy, sometimes even holding the back of his head and pushing his nose between her tits. His cock is straining to get out and his hands resume the exploration of her body.
When the moment is just right, she whispers in his ear, “You ready for me to show you my bedroom?”
“Oh yeah, baby. Lead the way,” his confidence once again at full tilt.
She reaches over and turns off the only lamp, leaving only light coming from the range-hood in the kitchen. She takes his hand to help him stand up, and gauging from his wobbly knees, she knows the alcohol is in full effect.
He staggers back and forth as she puts her arm around him and takes him into her bedroom. The room is dark, nearly pitch-black, except for a sliver of light from a street lamp sneaking past the edges of her opaque curtains.
As they kiss in the darkness, his confidence restored, he fumbles at her shoulder straps once again. Once again, he feels a harder sharp slap across his face.
She gives him a hard shove. He loses his balance and falls backwards onto her bed. She knew he’d do this, all her victims do.
“Fuck… what did you do that for?” he cries with a whimpered voice.
She jumps on top of him, “Because you can’t behave, you naughty boy!”
“Wha-da-ya-mean?” He mumbles as she pins his arms over his head.
“I mean you’re obviously not the man you think you are. Can’t even behave after a few little drinks. Looks like I’m gonna have to take charge of your pathetic situation.”
She presses her mouth against his ear. “I’m going to tell you this only once,” she runs her wet tongue around his ear before she continues.
“From now on,” she raises her voice slightly, “I’m the one in control. You follow My instructions. You only touch me when I allow you. Break my rules, and I’ll throw your drunk-ass out of here!”
“Now sit up and lift your arms,” Cassie commands.
He complies to her sudden dominance and she lifts his shirt over his head. Cassie gently caresses his chest as she nibbles on his ears, her nibbles turning into wet kisses. She pauses to tell him one more time, “Remember… Do not fucking touch me yet!”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good boy,” She whispers into his ear. “Now baby, just lie back, keep doing what I tell you, and we’ll have an amazing time.”
It’s taken her all day to get to this point, and now that he’s off-kilter and she’s laid down the rules, she’s got him right where she wants him. This is her favorite part of her succubus game, descending upon her submissive subject and having sex with him.
Lying back, paralyzed with a blend fear and pleasure, he feels her kissing and licking his ears while her fingers pinch and tease his nipples. Moving away from his ears, her kissing and licking past his nipples has him moaning as she heads towards his waist.
She loosens his belt and unbuttons his shorts, tracing her tongue inside the seam of his briefs. Her mouth gets so close to his cock he can feel her warm breath reaching the tip of his head. Then, in a well-rehearsed move, she pulls off his shorts and briefs as he raises his hips to help her along.
Now completely exposed to her, she kisses his thighs close to his balls. He moans with erotic expectation as her tongue touches his balls and swirls up his shaft, ending with a few erotic teases around his glans.
“Turn around, baby,” Cassie gently commands with a whisper.
“Huh?” Gavin was expecting her to take his stiff cock into her mouth.
“Turn Over!” is her reply with a hint of anger in her voice.
Now lying face down, Cassie straddles his ass and presses his dick into the mattress. She sends erotic waves of pleasure into his cock as she grinds her ass into his.
He hears the sounds of ruffling fabric as she lifts her dress over her head and throws it on the floor. She brushes her firm nipples across his back to tease him as she leans forward to kiss his neck. Her skin feels so warm and smooth as she presses into him.
He moans with pleasure as she grinds harder against his ass, making his erection to press harder into the bed. His body stiffens as he approaches orgasm. Just as his balls begin to contract, Cassie raises herself up and stops her stop her grinding.
Frustrated at the abrupt stoppage of his pleasure, Gavin wants to cum and thrusts his hips in a futile attempt to fuck the bed. Hard slaps across his ass bring an abrupt halt to his impending orgasm.
The stinging pain in his ass cheeks makes his cock deflate as her hands linger where she just marked him. She starts kneading and massaging his ass, occasionally scratching him with her fingernails. He gets goosebumps over his body when she bends down and kisses all over his ass.
She plays with his ass for the next fifteen minutes, building his pleasure in waves, tickling between his ass cheeks with her tongue. He lets out an involuntary moan when her finger suddenly presses into his asshole. She’s playing his body like a fiddle… she loves dominating men like this.
“Mmm… you like how I’m teasing your hole, don’t you baby?” she asks with a heavy arousal in her own voice.
“Uh… maybe a little,” he answers, slightly embarrassed to admit he likes what she’s doing.
Her finger pushes deeper into his asshole while her other hand to caresses his back to further relax him.
He writhes in pleasure to her bolder advances. She’s almost got him where she wants him, almost submissive enough for what she wants to do next, but not quite.
“My, my,” she says with a succubus laugh as she removes her finger and stops her stimulation, “we’re sensitive down there, aren’t we?”
Gavin blushes into the bed, feeling an embarrassed, perverted pleasure from what she’s just done.
He hears her opening and and closing a nightstand drawer before she turns him over and sits back on top of him, pressing her ass against his hard cock. In the almost pitch-black light in her bedroom, the silhouette of her breasts dimly comes into view.
Seeing her naked body for the first time in his alcohol-induced stupor gets his pulse racing again. Feeling a silky smooth fabric against his hard cock, he’s not too drunk to realize, much to his dismay, that she’s still wearing her panties.
She puts her lips next to his ear again. “You loved what I was doing to your ass, didn’t you?” she seductively whispers.
Slightly embarrassed to make such a perverted admission, he only whispers, “A little.”
“A little…?” she laughs in an eery-pitched tone. “I’m sitting on a rock-hard cock that says you liked it a lot more than a little,” she makes him blush. “You were moments away from cumming, and don’t lie to me.”
“It was hard to control,” he slurs his words.
“I know it was. We’re gonna take a little break. I got something to cool you down a little bit.”
She raises herself back up, positioning her hips just out of his reach. He hears the flicking sound of a lighter. The flame illuminates her face as she lights pipe filled with pot and takes a healthy hit.
The sight of her breasts and body in the flickering flame is heaven to his eyes. He stares at her perfect nipples, visible to him for the first time until the flame goes out, taking his pleasure with it.
“Here,” Cassie passes him the pipe with that same mesmerizing stare she’s used on him all day, “maybe a bowl or two will keep you from blowing your load before I want you too.”
Gavin hasn’t smoked marijuana in years, but he was quite the pothead back in the day. He jumps at the opportunity to get stoned again, and hits the bowl with all he’s got. He holds his breath as long as he can, trying to absorb every last bit of the drug into his lungs. He almost passes out when he finally releases the heavy hit.
“Wow…” Cassie cheers, “you hit that sucker like you’ve done it a time or two.”
Gavin can only nod in response. He’s been stoned and drunk at the same time before, but he can’t remember it feeling anything like this. His pleasure is orgasmic in nature, a calm relaxation with a rush of erotic energy.
“God-damn!” Gavin lets out a laboured breath, “what the fuck kind of weed is that? I’ve never had anything that strong.”
“So you won’t cum until I say you can. Here… take another hit, you’re almost there, sweetie. Did you like it, baby?” She giggles as she loads another bowl. “It’s my secret blend, laced with a few little sex enhancers.”
She passes him a freshly packed bowl and jiggles her ass against his cock. He can hardly hold the lighter over the bowl, but somehow manages to take another massive hit before passing it back to Cassie.
He almost blacks out as he exhales the huge hit he just took. The room is already pitch-dark, and the smoke escapes his lungs, everything starts spinning and goes completely black. He no sooner comes out of that when a more powerful second wave hits him like a freight train.
“This is incredible,” Gavin mumbles when he comes to.
“I knew you’d like it, baby,” Cassie, the succubus, whispers in his ear like a siren. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Fuck… what did you put in that weed?”
“Don’t think about it, baby, just enjoy it. We’re almost to the best part.”
She presses her mouth into his with slow, sucking kisses intended to suck his last remnants of resistance right out of him. Their tongues swirl in a frenzied flurry as Cassie grinds her ass into Gavin’s cock again.
His hands instinctively grab on to her hot ass. He squeezes her cheeks, pulling her closer, desperately trying to touch his cock against what thinks is her hot pussy.
“God-dammit,” Cassie sternly stops him, “I’ve already warned you once. No touching until I allow you! You’re not ready yet.”
“Not ready yet…?” she’s got him so frustrated. “Fuck… I’m more ready,” Gavin begs the best he can. “I’ve been waiting all night to taste your pussy.”
“I’m sure you have, you dirty little pervert,” Cassie gives him a succubus laugh. “But I already told you, I’m in charge, not you. If you wanna play with my clit, you’re gonna have to do something first.” she laughs.
She loads the pipe and hands it to him. “Looks like you’re not quite ready to do that yet. Take another big toke, lie back and make yourself comfortable. I’ve got a nice surprise for you.”
To be continued…
