A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales

by M. E. Hydra

  This didn’t look like a room for business. It looked more like a posh whore’s boudoir.

  It even had its own whore.

  In the center of the circular bed an incredibly beautiful girl writhed on top of pink satin sheets. Long blonde hair fanned out behind a heart-shaped face that would have graced the cover of any magazine. She was naked, her long tanned legs spread wide, finger toying between the smooth folds of her lovely bald pussy, lost in pleasure and oblivious to the rest of the room as she squirmed on top of the mattress. She looked as beautiful as a top model or actress, and filthy enough to service an entire fleet of sailors.

  She was not the only whore.

  Two more gorgeous girls stood by a curtained-off alcove in the side wall. Where did Koontz find them? Both could have graced the centerfold of Playboy or Penthouse. They stood there, nipples pointing upwards from gravity-defying breasts, and smiled suggestively at Donald and Rich. One was a redhead, the other a brunette with long chestnut braids. If asked to pick between them Donald would have said both.

  And it didn’t end there.

  There was another beautiful girl standing at Koontz’s shoulder. She was tall, maybe taller even than Rich. Unlike the other girls she was not naked; instead she was clothed completely from head to foot in tight black latex. A jet-black corset was cinched tight around a classic wasp waist. Her face was pale like snow and hair the color of midnight was brushed back in an austere pony tail. Her beauty transcended that of the others, but looking at her sent cold chills running up and down Donald’s spine.

  The only thing that didn’t look like it belonged in the room was Koontz himself. He wasn’t naked. Donald hadn’t expected him to be, and on seeing him Donald was fairly grateful for that. The old mobster was fat, almost grotesquely so. His features swam in the center of a fat moon face. His lips were thick and looked like two slugs sliding over each other. His gross body was hidden within a red silk dressing gown. Given their current surroundings it reminded Donald of the togas worn by Roman senators in old sixties epic movies.

  “Welcome, welcome to my humble abode,” Koontz said, standing up from what looked like a raised throne and waving his arms in an extravagant greeting.

  Imagine if Ozzy Osbourne had an older, fatter brother. That would be Donald’s description of Koontz. Unfortunately, the other man’s eyes were hidden behind a pair of rose-tinted spectacles. A poker player, Donald liked to gauge people by what he saw in their eyes.

  Rich tapped him in the side and surreptitiously pointed down to Koontz’s feet.

  Good lord, was he really wearing a pair of fluffy white bunny slippers?

  Rich flashed him a concerned look as if to say, ‘what now?’

  Koontz stood before them, hands clasped together, smiling broadly like a benevolent monk. His clothes, especially those slippers, looked crazier than a box of frogs, but there was something about him...

  Koontz reminded Donald of guys he’d seen at the poker tables in the local casino. They looked like giant goofballs and they had that whole hick in the big city shtick, but come the early hours of the morning they were always the ones with the giant stack of chips in front of them. Donald got that same vibe about Koontz, a little tingle that warned him to think damn carefully before putting his chips up against this guy.

  Donald gave Rich a little nod to indicate they should proceed as planned.

  “Hello Mr. Koontz,” Rich said, stepping forward and offering his hand. “I’m Richard Borchers. We spoke on the phone.”

  “Ah yes, you’re the college hotshots with the juicy proposition for me,” Koontz answered.

  “That’s right,” Rich smiled rakishly.

  Donald introduced himself. Koontz’s hand was large, soft and felt unpleasantly squishy.

  “Sit down, sit down,” Koontz beckoned to the large sofa behind them. “Mille, Chiro, would you be so kind as to get some drinks for our guests.”

  The redhead and the brunette disappeared into the curtained-off alcove. They returned with tumblers of a dark amber liquid. Whiskey, Donald thought as he took a sip, an expensive brand. The fiery liquid glided down his throat and left a warm glow in its wake.

  “Do you like my girls?” Koontz asked.

  Rather than leaving, Mille and Chiro sat on the sofa on either side of Rich and Donald. The redhead, Mille, scooted up close to Donald until he felt her warm thighs come up against his.

  “They’re very attractive,” Rich said. He took a gulp of whiskey and flashed the brunette a cocky wink.

  “Would you like to fuck one of them, right now?” Koontz didn’t even miss a beat. His smile stretched a little wider, like a toad on ecstasy.

  The directness caught both Donald and Rich by surprise. Rich emptied the contents of his glass with a single swift gulp. Donald wanted to do the same, but he needed to stay focused. He placed the tumbler on the small table in front of him.

  “Oh dear,” Koontz said, feigning upset at their shock. “I hope I haven’t offended you. I find a little dollop of sex works wonders for greasing the wheels of business, but sometimes I forget my views are a little more liberal than most folks are used to.”

  “Not at all,” Rich said.

  “Oh good,” Koontz said. “So which would you like? You can have any of the girls here. Even Physalia should you desire.” He glanced up at the statuesque girl behind him. “You might not like her, though. She’s a little rough in bed.” He chuckled, a sound like noxious gas bubbling up through a mire.

  The tall girl in black latex smiled, if it could be described as such. Donald felt icicles grow on his eyelashes just from looking at her.

  “We’ll get the business out of the way first, if that’s okay with you,” Donald said.

  “As you wish,” Koontz said.

  “I like the way you do business,” Rich said, glancing at the girls on either side of them. “Not so effective on the ladies, though, I’d wager.”

  “You’d be surprised,” Koontz smiled. “My girls are very talented.”

  The brunette stood up to collect Rich’s empty glass. As she did so she turned to him and mimicked a lapping motion with her tongue. The pink organ flickered back and forth as fast as a snake’s.

  “I see,” Rich said.

  “Maybe you’d like to borrow them sometime,” Koontz said. “I’ve found them to be very persuasive when dealing with stubborn people in authority.”

  “I’ll keep it in mind,” Rich said.

  An image of old Mrs. Jones, their vice principal, her face contorted in ecstasy as the brunette lapped between her legs, entered Donald’s mind. It was unspeakably gross, but Donald was thankful for it. He could do with an arousal killer about now. The redhead had put a warm hand on his thigh and was softly blowing in his ear.

  “Right, business,” Rich said, jumping up out of the sofa. He liked to stand up when giving his pitches. It gave him more room to get animated.

  The pitch was familiar to Donald. They’d already rehearsed it many times in practice. They had the market; Koontz had the product. Between them they could make a lot of dough carving up the college stoner market. Donald zoned out Rich’s voice and focused on the rest of the room.

  Who or what were the possible threats?

  The girl behind Koontz, the one dressed as a dominatrix to satisfy any kinkier desires. Except she wasn’t. She was his bodyguard and woe betide Donald and Rich if they were dumb enough to try anything stupid. That was clear to Donald.

  Koontz himself. Forget the dressing gown, rose-tinted spectacles and those stupid slippers. This was a man with a well-oiled machine between his ears.

  The brunette with the long braids returned and took Rich’s place on the sofa. She squeezed up against Donald until he was sandwiched between the hot bodies of both girls. The brunette put her arm around his shoulder and twirled his hair.

  Rich continued with his pitch. Koontz asked for details: substances, quantities, prices. Koontz wasn’t an easy man to read, but Donald thought he seemed interested.
More importantly he seemed satisfied they weren’t just a pair of flaky college punks.

  The girls on either side of Donald were getting him very aroused. The brunette turned her body so her breasts were pressed up against his arm. Her lips lightly brushed against his cheek. The redhead had a hand in Donald’s crotch and was toying with his balls. She picked up his hand and carried it to her own crotch. He felt the heat and moistness of her sex between the palm of his hand and his cock jumped to attention.

  Not yet, Donald thought. Business first. Afterwards he’d take Koontz up on his offer and bang the redhead, or the brunette, or maybe even both.

  But not here. He wanted somewhere private.

  “So you want to deal for me?” Koontz said, still grinning like a toad stoned on ecstasy.

  “We were thinking more along the lines of a partnership,” Rich said. “Fifty-fifty.”

  This was the key moment. What would Koontz do? Would he bite or would he throw them out for having the affront to think that they, a couple of college punks, could even dare to ask for an even split.

  Koontz chuckled. “You’ve got some balls, college boy,” he said. “It is a most tempting prospect, however. Colleges are such fertile grounds, both for opportunity and future influence. Diona, what do you think?”

  Koontz surprised Donald by turning to ask the blonde girl on the bed.

  She was sitting at the edge of the bed now, her green eyes bright as she studied Rich.

  “What would you like?” Koontz asked.

  Who was she? Donald thought. He’d thought she was just another hooker, another sweet little distraction, but could she have been performing a similar role to him, quietly observing the other party, weighing them up?

  “I want to wrap him up in my pussy and squeeze out all his spunk,” Diona said.

  Or maybe not, Donald smiled to himself. Another of Koontz’s little games.

  Rich smiled too. “That’s nice, sweetie,” he said. “Now go back to your magic pixie dust and let the men finish their business talk.”

  The blonde girl smiled at Koontz. Koontz smiled back at her. Even the ice queen in black latex smiled. Everyone was all smiles.

  The blonde girl opened her legs and her pussy lips expanded and shot out until they closed around Rich like the shell of a clam, or maybe the jaws of a Venus flytrap. Rich was so stunned he didn’t react fast enough to move away before the lips enfolded him. No, he never had a chance to move; it all happened far too quickly.

  Shocked, Donald tried to jump off the sofa. His legs refused to obey his instructions. The sofa was soft and comfortable; the girls’ bodies on either side of him were soft and comfortable. They pressed close to him, their full breasts rubbing against his arms. Their soft lips brushed against his neck, his cheeks, his lips. They blew softly in his ear and whispered seductive words that wormed into his mind and tethered him to the sofa. Both had a hand in his crotch now, long fingers tickling through his hairs like static electricity while the other stroked up and down his growing erection with feather-light caresses. As much as he wanted to get up, his body rebelled, refusing to leave their pleasurable attentions.

  He struggled to make sense of what he saw. It was like seeing a magnified close-up of a pussy projected onto the wall of an underground sex club. He could see with great detail the plush, hairless folds of her labia. They were tightly shut, a gate to unknowable pleasures, the pink treasures sealed within, showing only a single smooth canyon.

  This was no projection, though, or a case of smoke and mirrors. Rich was between those fleshy lips. His head was the only part of his body that remained visible. It stuck out somewhere near the top, not far from where the clitoris would be obscured by its fleshy hood on a normal female body. Rich currently wore an expression of shock and surprise, as if he was still trying to come to turns with what had happened.

  “Mmm, it feels so good when they squirm,” the blonde on the bed, Diona, sighed.

  Her body, still the same size as before, flexed and her vaginal lips retracted, pulling Donald between her legs. Diona rocked on the bed, her full breasts swaying back and forth, just as if Rich was standing between her legs and fucking him. In a way he was, but he wasn’t just inside her pussy, he was really inside her pussy. His whole body was wrapped in a thick layer of pink flesh that rippled and undulated around him.

  Rich’s expression of shock vanished. His eyes rolled up and his mouth fell open. He emitted a moan, but it was more of pleasure than pain.

  “You can’t escape me now,” Diona said. “You’re all wrapped up in my pussy and I’m going to squeeze and squeeze.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Her cheeks were flushed red. Her dusky brown nipples stood up straight from her chest as they rocked back and forth with her body. Donald heard wet squishing sounds and her giant pussy started to swell and puff up. Beads of moisture appeared in the soft crevice between her lips. The pungent aroma of her sex filled the room, so strong it felt to Donald as if his head was being smothered between a woman’s thighs.

  He had to get out of here, Donald thought. Something very wrong was taking place.

  He still couldn’t move. The two girls on either side of him had worked some kind of hypnosis on his body. He thought there might be a chance when the redhead got up and walked over to the bed. It was only a faint glimmer of a hope and the other girl extinguished it as she tipped his head towards hers and crushed her full lips against his in a kiss.

  Chiro released him from the kiss and Donald lolled back against the sofa. His brain felt scrambled. Concentrate. He couldn’t. The thick stench of sex was everywhere. It permeated his lungs and overwhelmed him. His cock was swollen and ached with the need for sensation. He watched as Mille rubbed a hand along the smooth pink canyon of Diona’s pussy and it came away dripping with steaming juices.

  “You won’t want to miss this,” Chiro whispered in his ear.

  Focus. He needed to focus. This was Koontz’s little game. He had to focus and find a way out of here. He had to...

  Mille wrapped a hand covered in Diona’s vaginal juices around Donald’s cock and began to pump up and down.

  Donald exhaled with a loud gasp, overcome by the sensation of her hand stroking up and down his erection. The liquid covering her hand was warm and slippery like scented oil.

  “If you think this is good, imagine what it feels like for your friend,” Mille whispered as she pumped his cock. “Diona has him all wrapped up in the silken folds of her pussy. Her soft flesh is rubbing her juices into every intimate part of his body.”

  Rich vented a loud groan. Donald recognized both the sound and the expression on his friend’s face from that time they’d shared a hooker. He’d just come, explosively.

  “Yes,” Diona hissed. “Spray your seed into my warm folds.”

  She rocked her body back and forth with greater vigor. The bed swayed and bucked beneath her as the oversized labia of her pussy throbbed and pulsed with obscene motion. The wet sounds grew louder. Her juices oozed out between her lips and dripped onto the floor.

  Rich was completely gone. Lost in a world of incalculable pleasures. His eyes were shut and he moaned and sighed in pleasure.

  Mille’s wet hand crawled down to Donald’s balls and he squirmed as she played with them. She massaged the fluids into his sac and he felt a warm tingling glow spread up into his body. She grabbed them a little more tightly and pumped them, like squeezing a sponge ball. It didn’t hurt and every time she relaxed her grip his balls expanded to fill her hand. She kept pumping and his balls kept growing in volume until they felt as large as tennis balls and the skin of his sac was stretched and swollen. He writhed and squirmed; wanting, desperately needing the pressure to be alleviated.

  “Not too much,” Chiro warned.

  “Do they feel uncomfortable?” Mille whispered. “Let me suck out some of that tension.”

  She bent her head down into his lap. He felt her breath against the head of his cock. It was warm—no it was hot, hot
like fire, hot like boiling water, hot like raw unbridled passion. She teased him with her breath, letting the warm air swirl and flow over the naked folds of his shaft. Her sumptuous lips were close enough to brush against him. She lapped at his urethral opening with the tip of her tongue.

  Rich gave another low moan.

  “Mmm, yes,” Diona urged as she squeezed her breasts. “Spurt all your spunk inside me.”

  She’d made Rich come again? Donald thought. So soon?

  “You can feel what her juices are doing when rubbed into just your cock and balls,” Chiro whispered in his ear. “Imagine what it would feel like to soak your whole body in them, to have them rubbed into every inch of your flesh. Her pussy will squeeze every drop of cum from your friend’s body and keep squeezing until there’s nothing left of him at all.”

  “Why?” Donald asked.

  Mille kissed the head of his cock with lips far too warm to belong to any human. She bobbed her head down sharply and Donald gasped as those sizzling lips slipped all the way down his shaft and his cock thrust up into the sultry heat of her mouth.

  “Your proposal interests me,” Koontz said, watching the proceedings with his fat toad smile, “but I only need one of you. I find obedience is far easier to obtain if first you make an example.”

  Rich’s head lolled back. His eyes turned inward, trapped in some inner universe of bliss while Diona sighed loudly on the bed.

  Mille bobbed her head up and down on Donald’s cock. She squeezed the shaft between her lips like a prize morsel of food.

  “Your friend is a little too flashy for my tastes,” Koontz continued. “It brings the wrong kind of attention.”

  “It’s a kindness,” Chiro whispered in his ear. “After experiencing one of Diona’s whole body fucks all other pleasures become gray and joyless.”