by T West
“Man it looks pathetic,” said Penelope. “It really is only 5 inches.” It looked very frustrated as it stuck through the hole, erect.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” said Jenny. “Grab that janitor’s bucket over there.”
Penelope got the bucket as Jenny stepped forward, allowing the huge prick to plop out of her. The enormous 12.5 incher bobbed up and down, still eager to be drained.
Penelope placed the bucket underneath, and both girls milked the beast vigorously, their hands slippery with pre-cum and Jenny’s squirt-juice, as they felt it pulsate in their firm fingers. The big balls bounced against the wall with one last ominous ‘thwack’, as the beast shot a ridiculous amount of jizz out into the bucket beneath. The girls could feel it pumping through their fingers like projectile vomit, and created quite a pool of spunk. The huge member seemed fully satisfied and withdrew back into the men’s room.
Jenny picked up the bucket and both girls walked over to Raymond’s frustrated little plonker. Penelope gave it a hard slap from left to right, making it bang off the wall.
“Oww!” Raymond’s voice came from the other side, but he didn’t pull his cock back. He left it there – he must’ve quite enjoyed it.
“Yeah, that’s definitely Ray. I’d recognize his ghastly tone anywhere. Now, this is what you deserve,” whispered Jenny, lifting up the bucket. Tilting it to one side, she allowed the thick creamy man-spunk to dribble out. It poured down, almost a quarter of a bucketful, all over Raymond’s prick, completely drenching it.
“Aaarrrggghh!... did you squirt, girl?” enquired Raymond from the other side, not knowing it was his ex.
“That should teach him a thing or two! He’ll realize what that is soon enough.”
And with that, both girls pulled up their panties, left, got in their red corvette, and speeded down the highway on the way to the beach.
Jenny felt fully content and happy. Their holiday fun had started early. “Maybe we should have one more stop-off on the way…”
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Steamy Erotica Story 23
A s his warm breath disappeared into the cold evening air, Peter Johnson looked at the doorbell. He had been looking at the doorbell for three minutes now, but had been unable to press it. This was something that was completely new to him, and he still wasn’t sure if he was actually going to go through with it. This whole thing was so unlike him.
He knew that there was no one else around, but he looked over his shoulder again to check. The street was empty.
Suddenly, courage seemed to come from nowhere and he reached out and pressed the buzzer hard. As it buzzed loudly from within the house he knew there was no turning back now – his stomach anxious as he stood there, waiting.
There was something about the small white card that had enticed him. The wording, the photo, the overall vagueness of it – there was something about this woman’s advert that made him very interested in her. He was human after all, he told himself. He had needs. Being a lawyer wasn’t always easy - those stuffy suits and long hours. This was something that needed to be done, so it may as well be with someone that interested him, no matter how superficially.
Just as he got an inkling of cold feet and he contemplated walking away and forgetting the whole thing, the door opened in front of him. There she was.
His eyes widened. She was hotter than her black and white picture. Much hotter. She was beautiful.
Her jet black hair was pulled back tightly in a long ponytail, revealing her smooth snow-white face. Her dark mirrored sunglasses rested on her perfect straight little nose, beneath which her lips looked like two little harps, coated with bright red lipstick. Bit strange to be wearing sunglasses at night, Peter thought, but didn’t remark. He didn’t say anything – his eyes scanned down the rest of her tall stature and absorbed her tight-fitted red top, her black jeans and knee-high black leather boots. All brought together by her trenchcoat-length leather jacket. It sure was a striking look – one that Peter liked very much.
Peter tried to compose himself, “Umm… hi, I’m Peter…”
“I know who you are. I’m Lucinda. Come in,” said the woman, holding the door open for him.
As he walked past her into the house he could smell the leather of her trenchcoat and the aroma of her perfume – it was a combination that both excited and tantalised his senses. He knew he had never met a woman like this before. In his eyes, she was the sexiest thing on the planet.
Peter followed her into her softly lit living room. A couple of dim lamps were positioned throughout the space, as well as several burning candles in long brass candle holders.
“Nice place,” Peter said, his awkwardness showing no sign of dying down.
“Thank you,” Lucinda said in her upper middle class British accent. “I’ll just get you a drink. Be right back.”
She disappeared into the kitchen, giving Peter a chance to soak in his surroundings. Large oil paintings hung on the walls, presumably of family members of generations past. The room had a stuffy, eerie feel to it, in stark contrast to the modern look and sexy vibe of the woman who inhabited it.
She returned with a large glass of white wine, and handed it to him.
“Thanks. Where’s yours?” Peter asked her, slightly surprised that he was going to be drinking alone.
“I’m not a big one for alcohol, to be honest,” she told him through her bright red lips that parted to reveal her straight white teeth.
“Well, I don’t drink much myself, but I think I need this!” he told her. He really did need it, his shaking hand bringing the glass to his lips. “Need to calm my nerves.”
Lucinda smiled – the first time she’d smiled since answering the door. “Oh really? And why so nervous Pete?”
“Well… I don’t usually… um… do anything like this. Bit of a first-timer actually.” He glanced down at his loafers as he felt his cheeks turning slightly pink.
“You mean you’ve never done this?” she asked him inquisitively.
“I guess that depends how you define ‘this’… I mean, I’ve done ‘this’, but never paid for ‘this’. If that makes it any clearer.”
“I understand.” She said soothingly.
“Yeah, you see, I’m a lawyer, a very busy lawyer, and… well, I just need a bit of relief ,” he now really felt his embarrassment rising, as he had just admitted to this hot woman that he was slightly in need. Then he realised that everyone that visited her must be slightly in need – if they weren’t she would probably be out of business.
She seemed to acknowledge his embarrassment but skirted over it, “A lawyer, hey? I won’t hold it against you.” Her relaxed demeanour and apparent sense of humour was helping to ease his nerves, and as Peter took another big sip of wine he looked up at her mirrored frames and caught his own reflection.
Not bad for forty, he thought to himself. He still had all his hair, well most of it, and was still in pretty good shape. He tried to live a healthy life and look after himself, and although his body reflected this, his eyes and face looked slightly older and more tired that his physique. He looked harder into her mirrored glasses. Actually, he thought, his eyes looked a lot more tired than usual – he was, in fact, starting to feel rather sleepy.
As the scent of the wine reached his nostrils he realised that although it had a familiar fruity aroma, the taste was unlike any alcoholic beverage he could recall. He was enjoying it, and carried on sipping.
“So, I see you’re not married. That’s a good thing.” Lucinda said and nodded towards his left hand.
“I was,” Peter replied. “She cheated on me. I don’t miss her one bit, if I’m being honest, but I do miss the more... intimate times.”
“I guess I should say that I’m sorry to hear that, but if she hadn’t have cheated on you, you wouldn’t be here now and we wouldn’t be about to do… what we are about to do.”
Her cheeky smile was back, and this last statement of hers sent tingles up his spine and aroused him greatly. He s
tarted to feel more flirtatious, and exclaimed, “I still haven’t seen your eyes. I can only imagine how beautiful they are.”
“Imagine no longer, kind sir,” and with that Lucinda slowly and steadily took her sunglasses off. Peter looked into her eyes and had a double-take - her eyes looked black . He knew that no one’s eyes could truly be black - it must be the dim candle light, he thought, but as he looked deeper the part that should be colored looked as black as her hair, and empty of human emotion.
Figuring it must just be a combination of the wine and the lighting, he shrugged it off. But when she opened her mouth to smile again, this time her teeth were no longer flat but appeared to be razor-sharp little fangs.
“Jesus,” he murmured, now really beginning to feel drowsy, and reached out to try to steady himself against the fireplace. “Your eyes, they’re…”
Before he got a chance to finish, she stepped forward, pressed her large, firm breasts against his chest, leaned in and kissed him strongly on the lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues intertwined. He felt a stirring in his full balls – he didn’t know if it was the wine or not, but at that moment in time he didn’t care about her eyes or her teeth. Maybe he had imagined it altogether and in his aroused state his mind was playing tricks on him.
Peter closed his eyes, and felt the entire room swallow him, as if he was falling into an abyss.
***
In the blackness he heard a voice behind him say, “I’ll let you have your fun… but first, I’m going to have a little fun of my own.”
Peter thought he was dreaming. He opened his eyes, and something felt strange – different . He was in an orange-bricked room, which appeared to be some kind of basement. He was strung up in chains, a thick metal bracelet around each wrist and each ankle, with a chain attached to each, pulling him sideways from both directions. The chains were attached firmly to the walls on either side of him. There he was, naked, floating in bondage.
Lucinda walked out in front of where he hung, also naked, and he could for the first time see what she truly looked like. Her hair was now down, shoulder length and shiny. Her skin was still pale, but now almost glowing white. Two little flesh colored horns protruded from the top of her head. Her naked body was perfectly formed, full breasts with pointed red nipples. Her pussy was almost bald except for a line of dark hair that ran down the centre. She turned her back to him and revealed her perfect round ass, and there it was – a long tail hung from the small of her back. It was quite thick in girth with a rounded, almost pointed tip, and she swayed it slightly from side to side.
She was gorgeous.
“What are you?” Peter asked, nervously.
“You know what I am,” Lucinda replied. “I’m going to show you how pleasure and pain are so closely related that they sometimes become interchangeable.”
Peter looked down – he was erect. His large cock stuck out in front of him, bobbing up and down. As uncomfortable as he felt with his arms and legs strung up, he was also very aroused by this beautiful creature and the anticipation of what was going to happen to him sent a tingle up and down his spine.
“I’m going to give you pleasure you’ve never known,” she told him. She gracefully strolled round behind him again, and he felt completely at her mercy, worried about what was about to happen.
He felt the first whip across his butt-cheeks. Her smooth leathery tail whipped his left cheek and his right equally in one full blow, making a loud ‘thwacking’ sound and sending a sharp shock up his back. The chains rattled and he swayed back and forth, as his outcry echoed around the bricked room.
Nine more lashings followed, each one firmer and more precise than the preceding. His ass-cheeks were starting to feel very sore and red, when suddenly, she stopped. He hung there, gasping.
He felt a cool gel lotion being poured down his ass-crack. It felt cold against his skin, and as he dangled freely little drops of the jelly-like fluid dripped down onto the concrete floor beneath.
He closed his eyes and cried out, “Oh god!” as he felt the tip of her tail begin to nestle its way between his ass-cheeks. It rubbed up and down the length of his crack, before settling. It began to slowly and purposefully nudge its way inside. It wanted to get inside his body.
Her tail, although controlled by her, seemed to have a life of its own, it felt like a living breathing entity in its own right, and this snakelike tail began to push slowly, inch by inch, into him.
“God, ouch! That fucking hurts!” he cried out, all previous inhibitions and nervousness completely gone and replaced by anger and a feeling of being violated.
“God can’t save you now… but don’t worry, I’m not trying to hurt you. Just shut up and relax a minute. You’re capable of enjoying this – it’s all in the mind,” she told him, her British accent sounding louder and sexier than ever.
“Unngh… fuck…” Peter murmured, as the phallic tail slid in deeper and deeper, until it was several inches deep. It proceeded to slide in and out of his ass. With every inward movement it went so far as to touch his prostate, massaging it and gently probing it. Something strange began to happen – Peter found himself enjoying this sensation. He knew where a man’s g-spot was, but had never tried touching it himself. His mind wandered to his ex-wife – there was no way that frigid bitch would have ever tried anything as kinky as this, not that she had a tail to do so, but she had never even tried to finger him. Hell, the only position she had let him do to her was plain old missionary. Jeez , she was boring, he thought. His mind wandered further, and he thought of his ex with her new man, and instinctively knew that there was no way she would let her new lover do anything else than just missionary either . This mental image made Peter chuckle. Poor bastard, he thought.
As the she-creature continued to screw him, he glanced down once more at his dick, and to his surprise there was an amazing surplus of pre-cum oozing from it. Bound, his hands were unable to touch himself, so his only option was to hang there, turned-on, longing, and receiving pleasure he never thought possible.
She was now truly fucking him, sliding in and out faster and faster, the rounded tip of her tail feeling better and better with each thrust. Her long well-manicured fingernails tracing lightly up and down his back added to the feeling of being at her complete mercy.
She suddenly stopped, and withdrew her tail. He turned his head to the side to try to catch sight of her. Now the feeling of slight embarrassment was back, and he was again unsure of what awaited him.
Lucinda walked round to the front of him again and looked him dead in the eyes, her eyes blacker than ever as he stared into the empty void to her soul.
“It started off with pain, then slipped into pleasure… but now I’m going to let you experience true pleasure. I can see how ready you are,” she said, nodding down towards his throbbing cock.
With that, she turned around and bent over. The height at which Peter had been strung up was at just the right level so that his cock was level with her ass. She pushed her ass back and the tip of his cock lightly pressed against her perfect round cheeks. He could see what appeared to be a tattoo at the small of her back, some kind of tribal pattern, but more detailed than any tattoo he’d ever seen – so intricate that he imagined it would have taken a genius mind years to illustrate such a thing. Something he doubted any human would have been able to do.
She lifted her ass slightly and widened her stance, stepping back so that his hard cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy. He felt her labia on him, and it felt different to any human pussy he’d made love to – certainly different to his wife’s. Even though he had been in a monogamous relationship for many years, he had experienced some wild times in his college days. These lips, however, omitted a warmth that transcended down the length of this shaft - a warmth that spread thru his entire body, his entire being, a warmth that lit up his very soul.
The beautiful creature began to press back, allowing his cock to enter her, inch by inch, her warm, moist pussy seeming to
suck him in, until he was completely inside her, balls deep. It was the softest feeling he had ever experienced, and Lucinda started to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first, allowing herself to be fucked doggy. She moaned out in pleasure as she began to speed up the rhythmic movement of her hips, pounding back on him, bouncing off him, pumping back and forth. He never in his wildest dreams imagined he was capable of giving a woman so much pleasure, especially not a creature like Lucinda, who was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The chains clinked as he enjoyed the most euphoric moment of his life.
Her speed increased further and she pounded back and forth, wriggling her hips wildly, gripping his cock for all it was worth, as if trying to extract his milk. Just as Peter thought he was about to cum, she stopped and squeezed tightly around him, and mouthed a high pitched banshee-esque shriek of pleasure. Her warm love-juice squirted backwards, soaking his balls. She moved forward letting his length slip out of her.
“Oh god, that was amazing…” he said.
“Yes it was Pete, but we’re not done yet.”
She turned around and got on her knees. “Your turn,” she told him. “I need your seed.” Her hand reached out and lightly squeezed his sack as his body gently swayed.
Lucinda placed her firm breasts either side of his erection – not enveloping him completely but letting his shaft rest upon the top of her tits. She grabbed his cock quickly, with purpose, as began to milk him firmly, steadily, with a grip as tight as a vice. It wasn’t long before Peter felt himself getting close, and he blasted his hot spunk all over her voluptuous breasts. He gasped and looked down, watching his seed spray all over her full mounds.
She extracted the last of his semen with her tight grip, draining him completely. Her long serpentine tongue darted out and lapped up the jizz that covered her tits.
“Yum. I needed that. You see, I feed off human energy, and sexual energy is the easiest energy to accumulate because it is so readily available. That should keep me going for at least a month. If you feel drained for a while, that’s why – I took quite a lot from you.”