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Jan 18 2021

Surprised by College Friend. Vacation sex story 0 (0)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, Hardcore, Male/Female, Voyeurism

It was a much-needed vacation after months of coronavirus pandemic and social isolation. For the long drive, I was wearing only a short, light floral print sundress that barely covered my boobs. The hem showed my legs up to mid-thigh. Thin shoulder straps connected to the waistband in the back left my back bare. I usually wear a camisole with this dress, but not this time. My husband loves to see my side boobs as he drives. To add to his excitement, I left my panties home. A look at his pants told me he was enjoying the scenery.

We arrived at the resort in the early afternoon, parked the rental and checked in at the office. This was our 4^th stay at this clothing optional resort in the past four years. The bra free receptionist cheerfully welcomed us back and directed us to our newly remodeled room. Once in our room we quickly stripped naked, tossing our clothes on the extra bed. Stepping out onto the balcony we sprayed sunscreen all over us and went down to the pool.

It felt good to totally shed our clothing and not be concerned about what may be going on beyond the privacy of the walls. We walked hand-in-hand around the first pool which was active with a lively volleyball game. I admired the men’s limp penis’s break the surface of the water as the guys jumped to hit the ball, then splash back down. The women’s breasts similarly didn’t miss the admiration of my husband. The lounges along the sides of the pool, spread farther apart than usual, were all occupied with naked men and women. As we walked past the lounges, I enjoyed looking at all the penis’s on display. Definitely a wide range of big and small. I particularly like the ones who were shaved on full display, like my husband. I noted how his penis and balls swung back and forth as we walked. While not here for the sex, I wondered how each one might feel buried deep inside me.

Passing the pool and the hot tub there is a second pool which was more relaxed and quieter. We managed to find a couple of lounges, spread out our towels, and settled in. The sun felt wonderful on my naked body. I was eager to replace my pale white skin of winter with a new all-over golden tan.

Flotation mats were neatly piled in the corner, just like I remembered and we each got one. I slipped into the water and onto the mat and just floated on my back. My breasts and nipples reached for the sun like a growing flower. I spread my legs slightly, feeling the warmth of the sun between my legs. The water from the pool gently licked at my bare labia and clitoris. My husband floated beside me, his relaxed penis resting quietly on his trim belly. I closed my eyes, totally relaxed on my floating bed. Ahhh….

At the far end of the pool there was a little shade where I could float without getting burned too badly. I gradually paddled my hands in that direction. My husband suddenly rolled off his mat with a splash all over me to swim a few laps. The warm gentle breeze and water on my nipples made them stand up even more, casting small nipple shadows across my breasts.

After several laps, swimming around the obstacles of people, he got out of the water and laid on his towel on one of the lounges. The shadows were starting to get long when I emerged from the pool. We lay on the lounges together as the sun moved further down in the west. This was the get-away we needed!

As it started to get dark, we walked over to the hot tub, kicked off our sandals and slowly settled into the 102-degree bubbling water. My hand rested in its normal position, high on my husband’s leg, occasionally secretly flicking his penis anchored below the surface. My breasts floated just at the surface, the bubbles teasing my nipples. We politely introduced ourselves to the others and joined in the usual conversation of weather, nude resorts, travel, sports, etc. Nothing sexual, except the view of the other women’s breasts floating on the surface like mine. Below the surface, I know my husband was enjoying that scene.

Warm and relaxed, we finally said good night and went back to our room. By the time we got to our room my husband and I were both horny. I knew he wanted to play.

Our room was on the 2^nd floor, so I didn’t bother to close the drapes. Hey, it’s a nude resort and one would need to look directly in the window to see in anyway. The soft moon light was all that illuminated the room.

I grabbed my husband’s growing penis and led him to the bed. He lay down beside me and immediately started sucking on my breasts. The moisture between my legs was not from the pool. He reached down and ran his finger along my sensitive clitoris. Pleasure shook my body as he played.

Rolling on top of me, he pushed my breasts together and had me hold them together so when he laid down, they were smashed between us. His hard penis nestled between my labia. He rocked back and forth spreading my lubrication. He then slid down slightly, his penis taking aim at its target. With one easy push he fully entered me, and I pushed up to meet him. Our pubic bones smashed together. Ahhh, that feels so good!

He rested briefly while my vagina adjusted to him, feeling him fill me. His penis pushed hard against me. It felt good to have him in me and I groaned with pleasure as my first orgasm pulsed through me.

He pulled back and then pushed in again and I groaned louder. He hushed me because we were between two other rooms, not knowing how soundproof the walls were. But that didn’t diminish my pleasure in any way as he pushed in again. His needs became greater. He pounded in harder with each stroke. I felt another huge shiver go through my body. I pushed up to meet him and heard him moan. I knew he couldn’t last much longer. I tightened my legs around him pulling him deeper into me. A few stokes later he exploded. I felt him spray the insides of my vagina. He collapsed on top of me. We lay quite still while his penis softened, still inside me. I think it was good for both of us. He rolled to his side. Still connected, we cuddled together as sleep took us to dreamland.

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In the morning, I climbed on top of him and slid down his already erect pole. He grabbed my swinging breasts and pinched my nipples as I bounced up and down. I was already excited and came quickly. Soon his hands fell to my hips and held me down as he filled me again.

We went outside to shower in the public co-ed showers. Even though we have a private bath in our room, I love showering outside, usually with guests I may have seen but don’t know. The warm water ran down my back as I watched the naked people come to claim their spot at the poolside. I washed my body, rubbing my breasts and gently pinching my nipples. My fingers secretly parted my labia, washing away my husband’s morning deposit. I watched the man next to me wash and rinse the soap off his penis and balls. He caught me looking and smiled at me with a polite “Good Morning”. I wanted to help him but could only smile in return.

Clothing was not needed in the on-site restaurant. Only a towel to sit on. My husband loves watching the topless waitress serve us. Her pendulum breasts swing forward with each plate she placed on the table. For sanitary reasons, she wore only sheer bikini panties. They didn’t hide anything.

After breakfast, we walked back to the quiet pool, found some mats, and floated around for several hours. The warmth of the sun on my bare body felt incredible. When the sun was higher in the sky and the temperature rose, we found a place in the shade and laid on lounge chairs. As much as I enjoy checking out the naked men, I realized that I was also on display for them. For a middle age woman with four kids, D-cup breasts, and shaved pubic hair, I still turn a few heads my direction.

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The next day, once again we showered outside, went to breakfast, and then back to the pool. This time we stopped at the volleyball pool for a while and talked with a couple we met last night. They were from Canada but visited here two or three time every summer. Their bodies were a beautiful golden brown. Not a hint of any tan lines. I glanced at his penis which even in its flaccid state was larger than most I’ve seen. I wondered what it would feel like working in me. I felt my moisture forming between my legs.

Meanwhile, my husband was giving his wife a detailed inspection. From the foot of her lounge, at the top of her long slender legs, her labia lips were gently parted showing the tip of her clitoris. She was shaved bare leaving everything on display. Her firm breasts and hard nipples sat high on her chest. She was a beauty to look at.

Promising to talk with them later, we went over to the quiet pool. There were more people in the pool today, so there was only one pool mat available. My husband gallantly gave it to me since I don’t swim very well. He swam laps for a while and played around splashing me with water before getting out and laying on a nearby lounge. I closed my eyes from the sun and totally relaxed. The gently waves of the pool almost rocking me to sleep.

A splash of water caught my attention from the opposite direction. Through water spotted sunglasses and half opened squinting eyes I looked to see the cause, when a man popped up out of the water next to me and said, “Well, hello”. I opened my eyes a little wider and realized I knew this man. It was David, a fellow I dated in college, many years ago and had not seen since. I noticed he was really studying my naked body, head to toe. I’m certain he was thinking about what might have been years before.

Surprised to find me there, he said he and his wife just arrived and only had day passes at the resort, so they didn’t have too much time. Still, he seemed really happy to see me, especially since he was seeing me naked for the first time. Something he had frequently tried to do while we dated, but never succeeded.

His fingers, almost undetected, slipped along the side of my breast as he held on to my mattress. I held my breath as he continued sliding his fingers along my side, wondering, cautiously hoping he would do more, much more. I pretended to not notice and didn’t stop him. I looked around to see where my husband had gone and saw him sitting on the edge of the pool talking with Diane, David’s wife. I didn’t know if he knew who he was talking to or not, but he seemed to be enjoying talking to his new naked friend.

David just kept staring at me, focused mainly on my breasts. He had tried so many times to feel them, but I never let him get far past first base. Now, totally naked, and merely inches away, I surrendered to his gaze. I knew that he was wishing he could touch them, hold them, suck on them. He continued to look at me as we talked.

When my husband came back into the pool, he saw me with David and swam to my other side. I introduced them, and they said hello. My husband knew I dated David but had never met him. Then Diane slid into the pool, coming to find David. When she got to where we were, I said; “Hi, Diane, it has been a long time”. She realized who I was and said she was glad to see me again. I introduced my husband to her, but she said they had already met.

The sun was high in the sky when I suggested that the four of us go over the restaurant for a late lunch. I was hungry. David and Diane agreed. We talked while we waited for our food and my husband seemed to enjoy spending time with them.

Diane is a pretty woman a little shorter than me, with brown hair, smaller C-cup breasts, and pebble sized nipples. Her legs are long and trim from her jogging. She had trimmed her pubic hair into a bikini cut just above her labia. Her pale skin needed some sun. David needed to exercise more. His belly was round and needed to lose some weight. His penis looked to be about average, partially hidden between his legs and an ungroomed tangle of pubic hair. I prefer shaved men and women and thought how much better they both would look if they shaved.

Finishing lunch, we moved outside and sat in the shade on the around the fire pit. I was very aware that David couldn’t keep his eyes away from my body. Every time I looked at him, he was looking at me and it wasn’t my face. I spread my legs a little wider to give him a better look. I watched his eyes get bigger as he realized what I had done for him.

David and I talked about our college / dating days. Diane and my husband were telling stories of travel and some of our nude adventures. Without realizing how late it was getting, David checked his watch and said it was time for them to go.

Shifting his glance from Diane to David, my husband took a chance and said, “We have an extra bed in our room, would you like to stay overnight?” Realizing what he just said, he looked over at me. I gently nodded my surprised okay.

David looked at Diane and with a nod from her, he said, “Sure, we’d love that”. Because of the two beds we had enough room, and we’d already spent the day naked together. My husband suggested that they get their things from their locker and bring them to our room while he checked with the front desk.

We shared some fish and chips for dinner, then went out to the hot tub. David and Diane sat on the opposite side from us with other couples in between. We sat there for quite a while listening and enjoying the stories and comments of those who were there.

Innocently or not, Diane needed to cool down a bit, so she slipped up to sit on the edge with her feet still dangling in the hot tub. Her legs were noticeably parted giving my husband a direct look between them. The shadows from the underwater lights through the bubbles danced on her belly. He didn’t miss the opportunity to look, seeing her partly open labia.

As we were gathering up our towels and things to leave, David took my husband aside and said something to him. Diane and I couldn’t hear them, but we both knew what they were discussing. David and my husband looked in our direction and seemed to agree as they both came back with big smiles on their faces. When we got to the room, we hung our towels up to dry on the shower bar and sat down to talk. My husband sat on the one bed with Diane and David sat awfully close to me on the other. His bare hip touching mine. Diane and I correctly knew what David said that made them both smile.

My husband’s hand was resting on Diane’s leg. David kept rubbing his hands together like he was not sure what to do, but finally put one hand on my breast. When I did not resist, he smiled and put his other hand on my other breast and tenderly began rubbing and feeling them. I reached up and held both of his hands firmly in place, encouraging him to continue. Back in our dating days, David had tried to feel my breasts so many times. His hardening penis told me he was thrilled to finally succeed.

At that point, my husband stood up, his penis proudly pointing toward Diane, and went over and turned out the lights. He went back and joined Diane again. Her hand caught his erection as he pushed her back on the bed. I could hear them getting comfortable as he found her breasts and started sucking on them.

David pulled me down on the bed and lay beside me and whispered; “I’ve wanted to do this for so long”. He then kissed my neck, my shoulders, and then my breasts, again and again. He turned on his side, and facing me, looked me up and down in the moon light from the window, and kissed me full on my lips, not liked he had ever kissed me before. “Now,” he whispered and sat up and moved into position on top of me. I spread my legs wide apart, giving him free access to everything I had. He smiled, put my knees on his shoulders, and aimed his penis toward my wet, waiting slit and lay down.

I was ready for him. He slid in easily as his body came closer to mine. He kissed me again. We began moving together. He came down slowly at first and, I came up to meet him, again and again. He picked up speed and pushed in harder each time. I was breathing heavily as I got more excited, and he was also. Then with a hard thrust he let go. He shot his full load into me as I shivered in a grand climax. After a couple smaller squirts, he lay still. For a long time, we laid there with his stiff penis still in me. The ear-to-ear smile on his face told me he had accomplished his long-forgotten prize.

Not finished, David started moving again. I felt him grow again as he rocked back and forth inside me. I tightened my vagina muscles around him and felt another orgasm sweep through my body. As much as David wanted me, I think I needed him too. David stiffened and pushed firmly back into me, depositing his second load. This time he softened and slipped out as he slid off to the side with his hands still on my breasts. In moments he was asleep.

I could hear Diane’s heavy breathing in the other bed that told me my husband had satisfied her. I held David’s soft penis in my hand, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

———–

Sounds from the other bed woke me up the next morning telling me that Diane and my husband were already awake. Through half open, still sleepy eyes I looked over to see Diane’s breasts swinging wildly as she bounced up and down on top of my husband. His hands were holding tight on her hips.

I reached beside me to find David’s morning erection. My touch seemed to awaken him, and he began to grow harder. His hand found my breast and rubbed it tenderly for a time. He rolled toward me and sat up straddling my hips. He lowered himself toward me and easily slid into my waiting slit. We moved in unison, toward each other, then away, again and again. It was not long before I shuddered as he turned loose his morning load inside me. We lay together, quiet and content.

A while later we got up and joined my husband and Diane already at the communal outdoor shower and then went to breakfast at the restaurant. Following breakfast, we had just a few hours to spend at the pool. Check-out was at noon, so we didn’t have too long, but we enjoyed the time we had.

We went back to the room packed what little we had and walked out to our cars together. It felt strange to be wearing clothes again. As we said good-bye, we left the return question open ended. Perhaps we would meet here again next year.

With a playful kiss on my cheek and one more feel of my breast, David turned to his car, promising to keep in touch.

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Jan 18 2021

Gifted 1 (1)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, BDSM, Blowjob, Exhibitionism

“Would you mind sitting next to me?”

Normally? Yes. I don’t care for couples that sit on the same side of the booth, truth be told. It irritates me. Something pathetic about it.

We’re in a little underground joint called the Black Cat, a steakhouse and jazz bar that opened up a few months back I’d been meaning to visit. An old acquaintance, Juliette from New Orleans, works here now and told me to check it out during one of her shift nights, and I told her I’d visit any jazz bar recommended by a Creole girl. I arrived before the band started, and sweet little Juliette gave me a big hug and the corner booth — best seat in the house, she said — and then she bought me a beer.

The club was dark inside, brick-lined, and already buzzing with hype. Blue and red stage lights crisscrossed the floor. I picked the seat facing the wall, my back to the dining hall. I like surprises, I suppose; and I don’t like seeming eager, craning my neck for every woman who walks in. I also don’t like getting set up on dates as a rule, though I thought about it and realized it’s been six weeks since Jolayne left and what the hell else was I doing. The photos of this girl looked good, really good; and if it doesn’t work out, I thought, I could shoot a shot at Juliette.

Tap on the shoulder takes me out of my head. Juliette again, I think, but it’s not. It’s Cassidy. I scoot back to stand up and to take her in: legs with definition, dress wrapped tightly around some fine curves. Bare shoulders, thin arms, long cleavage line. And a face . . . well, what can I say. The photos didn’t do it justice, so how would my words? Besides, I’m speechless.

I smile. She does too, and so damn well, tilting her head, her chestnut finger coils bouncing pleasantly. I go for the hug, not the handshake, and it feels good in there.

So I don’t really argue when she asks me to sit at her side.

“I don’t usually do this,” she starts off. “But my baby cousin speaks highly of you.”

“I don’t either,” I say, fighting to look her in the eye. “And Drew’s good people.”

“Good genes,” she says. “That’s what it’s all about.” I laugh because I don’t know what else to do.

“So,” I start, “What’s a woman like you do around town?”

She exhales and smiles again like she’s humoring me. Leaning in, she touches my thigh.

“Listen . . . I appreciate you coming out tonight. For real.” Eyes all wide and cute as hell. “But I’m not going to beat around the bush. I get asked out on a lot of dates. You get that, right?”

“Sure,” I reply.

“I ain’t trying to be conceited. That’s just how it is. I know why. You know why.”

I nod, not sure where this is going.

“Guys see in me something they want. I get that,” she says, then frowns. “But me? What I want I can’t easily see.”

“Yeah . . . yeah, I get you,” I’m nodding, now with feeling. But she just laughs, just smiles even more condescendingly.

“Oh . . . no,” she laughs. “I’m not looking for a heart of gold.”

“Okay.”

“I mean, I don’t consider myself superficial. But I do have certain . . . standards.”

“Right,” I say.

“Physical standards.”

“Everyone does.”

“Well,” she remarks with a grin, “Mine are . . . socially challenging,” She leans in closer. “I need a certain size,” accentuating ‘size’ with a flick of her eyebrows.

I pretend not to know what she means. She can’t mean that. “You mean, like height?”

She giggles, touching my arm. “Uh, more like length.”

“Oh.”

“Girth too.”

“Wow.”

“I’m known on the street as a size queen.”

I lean back, disbelief on my face. “Just like that, huh.”

She shrugs sheepishly. “I know how I come across. I don’t wanna waste nobody’s time, is all, you feel me?”

“What’s that mean to you?”

She shrugs again. “I need to see it.”

“You need to see it.”

Giggles again. “Yeah,” she says, tapping her nails on her teeth. “Need to see it.”

I’m nodding and laughing. “Or what?”

“Or I’m out,” she answers carelessly.

I rock back and forth for a second. “Now I know why you need to get set up by your cousin.”

She laughs easily, real nice-like — man, she seems like fun — and she scrunches her face up. “I’m the worst, right?” She stops laughing, though, and raises her eyebrows, looking down at my crotch. There’s a very awkward pause.

“So what are we talking about here?” I ask.

“I’d like to take it out and look at it.”

I cough-laugh, and clap a couple of times. She wrinkles her nose like a bunny. “It’s okay if you want to end this now. It’s a big ask for a first date.”

I’m feeling like this is serious, and it’s making me uncomfortable.

“You coulda asked for a picture last night.”

She squints, pursing her soft lips. “Pictures can lie,” muses Cassidy, nodding philosophically. “Believe that I’ve tried it before.”

I’m feeling low-key angry now. “You’re serious?”

She nods.

“You actually mean the words that you’re saying to me with your mouth-hole?”

She giggles, nods again. “It just doesn’t make sense to start any other way for me,” she tells me plaintively. “You cute, and I know you paid, and honestly, you seem cool as hell — I bet a lotta ladies are jealous of me right now — but I need to be . . . guaranteed a good time. I can’t really . . .” she pauses, waving her fingers in mild disgust, “deal with anything less than.” She looks at me blankly. “The truth is, I’m not looking for much more in a man right now.”

The strangest sensation comes over me. She softens her tone: “I promise it’ll be just a peek.”

Am I considering this? I’m as batshit as she is.

“So . . . you want me to take it out for you?”

“No,” she corrects, “I want to take it out for me.”

“My, uh . . .”

Smiling bigger with teeth. “Your cock, yes.”

I’m cold all of a sudden. Then hot. “Where were you planning on doing this? The bathroom?”

She casually looks around. “I think here’ll be fine.”

I look around too. The booth’s in the back corner, away from the kitchen and stage. Most people are hanging out at the bar, their view of us blocked. There are a few tables of folks dining in front of us, but they don’t seem to be looking our way. I think she may be right.

She turns serious, businesslike. “Are we good?” I swallow. She’s the most beautiful date I’ve had in years, maybe ever? How can I say no? How can I say yes?

I try to smile. “You’re out your damn mind, you know that?” Cassidy stares at me expectantly.

I nod.

She mock-applauds with the tips of her fingers, making the shape of a little tepee. “I gotta say, I love the confidence.” She unrolls my napkin from the silverware and ceremoniously places it on my lap, her hand back on my thigh. She seems to be considering something. “You know, you haven’t asked what happens if I’m. . . disappointed.”

“That’s true,” I answer defiantly. “I figure you walk out.”

She smiles cautiously. “Huh. And you good with that?”

“I like my chances.”

“Uh-huh,” she replies. “So how would you . . . self-assess?”

“You really want me to spoil the surprise?”

Now she’s rocking back and forth. superciliously twisting up her mouth. I can’t tell if she’s skeptical or impressed. “Well, okay, sir,” she says, “Let’s find out.”

“Hey there, y’all!” I hear from behind, making me flinch. Juliette. I try to act normal but can’t. No words come. She turns to my date. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll have a Johnny Walker Blue, neat.”

“A-mazing . . . You good with your beer?”

I clear my throat. “Get us two whiskies.”

“That. I. Will,” She smiles like a friend, lingering a second too long before leaving.

I feel the hand move up. My heart races. Looking around the room I catch the eye of a woman at the table across the way: her styled hair reddish in the sparse light, low-cut blouse, an ostentatious diamond necklace drooping heavily downward. She strikes me as an ex-model, maybe a trophy wife. I think I see her notice me; smirking, she turns back to her date. I fixate upon her — her tight black dress, her lovely breasts, her pale white complexion — and I ask myself what she’s doing in a place like this when I feel my pant button pop open, the zipper unzip. Redhead checks me out again. We maintain eye contact until I hear Cassidy say: “Hey . . . Look at me.”

Her eyes are sparkling, her teeth unnaturally white. Her light-brown skin is poreless, even at this proximity. I can smell how fresh she is. Her fingers find the opening to the front of my shorts and slip in. She’s scanning my face, and her eyes brighten as mine react to the cold of her touch. Her tongue wets her lips.

I feel it fall out. I feel the air on my foreskin. I feel the coarse weave of the thick napkin.

“This feels . . . good,” she says slowly, as if on the verge of an idea. She lets go of my penis and puts her arm around me. With the other hand, she lifts up a corner of the napkin between her finger and thumb.

“Oh my,” she exclaims. Her face looks like Christmas morning. “Oh my!”

“What’s the verdict,” I choke out dryly. I need some water.

Cassidy looks ecstatic, joyful. “Why didn’t you just say so?” she gushes. We both look down together. And there it is.

She places her hand on top of it, extends her five fingers. “It’s . . . as big as my hand . . . and it’s not even hard.” She’s oozing these words into my ear, pressing her breast into me.

“Sounds like I pass,” I chuckle with relief. “Okay, show’s over.”

She looks up at me: lost and fearful, or something like it. “Oh no,” she pouts, “But I didn’t know you was gonna be this . . . Who woulda known you was gonna be like this!” She hugs my arm, looks me square in the eye. “It’s perfect, you know that?”

How is she doing this to me?

She pecks my cheek, drops the napkin back down; the outline of my cock is so conspicuous I think I see the veins. “Just leave it like this, yeah? It’ll be our dinner secret.”

I put my arm around her naked shoulders. “You are extra,” I say. She dreamily blinks her eyes at me.

Her hand slides back under the napkin. “This is so hot.”

“Two Johnny Blue neats,” I hear.

I flinch worse this time. “Thanks!” I say too loudly. Juliette grimaces, as if to suppress a smile. I feel a chill down my spine.

“Y’all ready to order?”

“I’ll have the filet mignon,” Cassidy says, looking at me, “Medium rare.”

“You want the potatoes?” Juliette asks flatly.

“No,” she responds, squeezing my cock gently as she does. “Just the protein.” My heart is battering against my ribs.

“You, Mack?” Her glare unnerves me.

“Same.”

She closes her book and grins at Cassidy: “Looks like you in charge tonight.” She winks at her, dragging her eyes across me as she passes.

Fingers lightly grip and release, almost tapping at my shaft. She hands me my drink, takes her own. “To health,” she nods, sipping slowly. I drink all of mine. I’m growing steadily, pushing against her hand. She reacts with a broad, wonderful smile and her eyes go cartoonishly big, making her all the more adorable.

“My god,” she slurs, a warm rush of pride and whisky flushing my cheeks. “I can’t.” She’s pressing my erection down, preventing it from escaping or noticeably tenting the napkin. I think I grunt a little with discomfort. She shushes me and dexterously slides my cock counterclockwise up my thigh, pointing me at twelve noon. I look down to see the brown of my head poking out.

“This is quite the first date,” I hear myself say. She laughs goofily but composes herself quickly. Her face nears my face, close enough to kiss. I see hard desire. She’s intimidating me.

I am rock-solid, fully erect.

“How big is what’s in my hand?” she asks with an upward nod.

“A little more than ten,” I tell her.

She sighs, beaming. “And around?”

“Couldn’t say.”

“It’s like my forearm,” she says, then closes one eye, looks up with the other. “And it’s thicker at the base.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Just a monster,” she inhales with her mouth; I can feel the air recede. “A fuckin’ monster.”

I feel a bit queasy at that. “So we good?”

She laughs into me, rests her head on my chest. “Oh, baby,” she sighs, stroking me under the table with two fingers, “You definitely made it to round two.” I smile weakly, a little confused. She lifts off of me slightly, looking up at me with the light in her eyes. I’m melting inside. The most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. “Don’t hate me,” she says to me, with pencil-thin brows innocently arched. “But I need to do this,” and I feel the napkin fall away.

My eyes bulge. My ears instantly burn with shame. She laughs at me sweetly, then drops her eyes. Her expression changes as she takes in her new view of my open pants: a poignant longing, a pained expression of respect and lust. She looks back at me with gratitude. My heart is breaking inside.

Out of instinct, I cover it as best I can with my free hand. “Oh honey, no,” she coos as she pushes it aside. “Don’t do that.”

I laugh stupidly. “I could get arrested.”

“You wouldn’t,” she responds. “It’s so dark in here.”

I search around me, like an animal trapped. I catch the eye of the redhead again, and I look down — to her breasts, to her long, smooth legs coming out of a high black hemline under the table, as she uncrosses them and crosses them again. Can she, I wonder, see under our table?

“You’re breathing so hard,” she says softly into my neck. “You should relax.” I feel her hand on me again. “Check it,” she says, fascinated. “Check out how small it makes my hand look.”

The breath through my nostrils is stilted, arrhythmic. My chest is tightening. I feel like I’m having a seizure. I can tell that the air vent is blowing in our direction. Her hand gets warmer by the second, as it slips down further into my pants. It reaches for my testicles and finds them.

She shakes her head like a puppy, her frizzy hair bouncing with the motion. “Big all over.” She pulls them out into the air, and reflexively I blurt out: “Don’t.” She pays me no mind. “Never woulda guessed it. Like, you’re tall, but not that tall? This is primetime NBA cock.” she says, kissing her fingers, then caressing me with them.

I can’t speak. I don’t know what I can say; I’m frozen, scared, flattered, pliant, pleasured. I start to tell her enough is enough. I can’t take more of this.

“Deux filets mignons.”

Involuntarily jerking my head over my shoulder, I see Juliette standing there, two plates in hand. The blood drains from my face, my lips go cold. Cassidy’s three fingers are wrapped around my balls, index finger, and thumb around my shaft. I pull her into me as if she could shield me. The napkin lays on the floor.

“For the lady, medium rare,” says Juliette, stretching a long arm over me to place it, brushing her leg against mine. “Oh wow,” says Cassidy, whose focus shifts entirely upon her dinner, like a cat spotting a laser pointer. She pushes off of me and straightens herself up in front of her meal, the same simple expression of pure contentment she had when she first saw my dick. She must be nuts, I think. I must be nuts. She’s so damn pretty.

“And for the gentleman.”

I look up. Juliette is directly above me, looking me sternly in the eye, with only a hint of a smile on her pretty lips.

“This looks delicious,” my date happily offers, eagerly readying her knife and fork.

“It’s the choicest cut,” Juliette replies, and at this her lip slyly curls, breaking character. Her eye contact breaks also, looking down, then returning. “Y’all enjoy.” And, as she walks away, runs a finger gently down my arm.

I feel sick. Totally exposed. Dying of humiliation. Cassidy is already slicing into her beef, cutting it into cubes before eating any of it. I grab for my beer and quaff down a quarter of it.

“Holy shit,” I say out loud. Cassidy giggles.

My mind returns, and I reach for my fly; but before I can act I hear her through chewing: “Mm, don’t fix yourself.”

I’m exasperated. “I can’t keep on like this. The waitress just saw everything!”

“Oh, she won’t do anything. What woman wouldn’t want to see that?”

“It’s illegal,” I plead. “Plus I know her! Kinda.”

“You’ll tip her well,” she concludes, still chewing. Putting the steak knife down, she pats my thigh, again, and looks at me askance. Her hand creeps back to my cock. “”Look at the hands,’ they say. ‘Look at the feet.’ I really wouldn’ta guessed it.”

She’s eating with the left hand, stroking me with the right, with the most delightful caress. I stare dumbly at her cleavage while she works. Outstanding breasts, I distractedly note. Full, perfectly round. I want one. My mind is numb and full of only the basest of thoughts. She puts down her fork, ogling me obscenely as she savors her meat, lips glistening with grease and saliva.

“Gifted,” she decides with a firm nod, and turns back to her plate. She picks up her fork and resumes eating.

Something in me gives way. Lovestruck or enraged, I roughly grab her bare thigh in my hand. She gasps a little but continues to chew. As I pull her closer, her leg opens up to me some, and I move my hand up, deeper still, and I feel no cloth, just the softest of skin, welcoming my touch. I go in. I go in again.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs. “This is scrumptious. You should really take a bite.” Her cool demeanor confounds me, arouses me. My fingerfucking gets angrier. I’m engorged to the maximum. Her stroking increases speed. Her head is swaying side to side. “It just melts on my . . . tongue.”

The lights dim. A saxophone belts out an opening arpeggio; the bass rumbles under our seats. The crowd begins to cheer. Without saying a word, Cassidy licks her palm like a kitten and reapplies me with her spit.

I glare at the side of her indescribably lovely face as she continues to ignore me, swaying with closed eyes, pretending it’s the food and the vibes. I’m practically punching her vulva with my palm, three fingers deep; she’s just about leaping out of her seat with each inward thrust. But she doesn’t make a sound.

I see Juliette across the room, conversing with the redhead; her date is absorbed by the band. Is it my imagination, or is Juliette glancing over at me? The redhead now looks my way. She looks down. I know she sees. Even from this distance, I can tell, I can see the want in her eyes. She can see my cock — I know she can — and the tiny hand stroking it. Her legs uncross. She is softly blinking at me, moving her lips, saying something I can’t hear.

Cassidy wakes from her reverie, realizing the steak is gone, devoured. She looks harried, concerned. “I need more,” she cries, turning to me. “I need more in my mouth!” Before I can speak she slides down, maintaining eye contact. I feel my cock being swallowed whole, spit dribbling into my pubic hair.

I want one, I remember, and I stick my hand into her top, cupping her right breast, her large nipple pressing against my palm. She is wildly gyrating — her face, her mouth, her tongue swirling about my penis in the most delectable manner.

The redhead tells me with her eyes that she’s on the verge of coming, as her hapless date claps off-beat. Cassidy slathers my balls with saliva, hungrily purring. My knees are weakening. My head lolls. I’m feeling faint. I close my eyes. She soaks my head with her mouth and grinds at me with two hands. She pulls her mouth off and I hear her panting before plunging it back in.

A new hand runs its fingers along my scalp and onto my neck. “Something wrong?” a hot breath whispers into my right ear. “You’ve hardly touched your meat.”

I reach out, feeling a bare leg. The hot mouth hisses: “That big. Piece. Of meat.” I slide my right hand up until it’s stopped by wet silk, but it’s pushed down roughly. I open my eyes and turn my head to catch Juliette, walking toward the kitchen, straightening her skirt. I look down to Cassidy, who doesn’t seem to have noticed a thing. She’s too absorbed by her work.

I’m running out of time to enjoy this. My redhead is almost weeping, biting her fist. My cock swells impossibly more at the thought. Come over, I mouth to her, but she’s now covering her eyes with her hand, shaking fitfully — no doubt a contact orgasm powered by cock envy and bittersweet regret.

The saxophone subsides, and the twin horns enter. Cassidy climbs up me, right breast exposed, and breathily sucks on my chin before twisting and squirming onto my legs, gracelessly hoisting her dress and inching her ass slowly into my lap. She steadies herself and lowers onto me. It parts easily, and I feel no resistance halfway in, just a pleasant slickening of the sides of my shaft; riding down further, she freezes where the base begins to widen, like an obelisk, where most girls usually have to stop; her head whips around to me, mouth and eyes open in shock, incredulous, almost angry; using my forearms she pulls herself all the way down, her eyes rolling back as she does, and a groan of ecstasy pouring forth from her as the horns hit their apex.

A pussy has never fit me so well as this. I know now why she’s a size queen. I now think I am too.

She pounds down onto me to the rhythm of the bass, which starts to play faster and faster, taking me wholly in each time. I am sure the band is watching us fuck. I am sure everyone in the whole bar sees. But I close my eyes and I no longer care, pulling her down harder with each bounce, her ass slick with lady cum and sweat, until I’m hitting the back of her insides, breaking her in even more. She’s making a low constant growl through her teeth, digging nails into me, drawing blood. We are a disgusting mess of sin.

I shut my eyes harder and open my mouth as the jets spurt out of me and into her, the music crescendoing as I do. I must be heard over it, but I bite down on her back to muzzle the moans of my groundbreaking climax. She doesn’t stop, rubbing me too raw, until I bear down on her with my left arm, until I hear her squeak, yelping out at a pitch that flies higher than the C notes of the tune. All six instruments simultaneously hit and stop on the one-beat, and everyone erupts into raucous applause.

After an interval of sweet, mutual panting, Cassidy rolls off of me, ass and right breast hanging out, legs splayed over my knee. Trembling, gasping for breath, she looks drunk, her curls matted to her forehead, and I put my wet cock back in my pants while she gains her orientation.

I look around. The drums kick off the next track, and the bar is again hopping with energy. No one is watching us, if they ever were. I look for the redhead, but she and her date are gone.

Decent once more, Cassidy sits up properly and crosses her legs toward me. Her face shines without makeup. The bliss in her eyes intoxicates. I feel a stir in my aching groin.

She strokes my cheek. “Well done,” she laughs with exhaustion. “You made it to round three.”

“Good to know.”

Using her phone as a mirror, she fluffs out her finger coils, then applies some lipstick while I watch, passively letting the music wash me clean. “This was . . . unexpected. But I gotta be somewhere,” she says as she collects her purse and fixes her earrings.

“You gotta be somewhere,” I say, with no emotion.

“Uh-huh,” she grins.

“At eleven o’clock on a Saturday.”

“I’ll be in touch, okay?”

“Well, I guess it’s bye then.”

She stops fixing herself and meets my eye, placing her hand on my chest. Her beauty overwhelms me. I don’t move or speak.

“You’re special, Mack,” she says solemnly. “We’ll meet again.”

***

The band plays one of my favorites — a slow, soulful sax solo with a fat, reedy vibrato — though I don’t recall the name. They’re riffing real good between the standard hooks. I sit in the booth, alone, tapping my foot, for what feels like a long time, until I see Juliette coming my way. I lift my eyes to her.

“To-go box?” She points to my untouched filet. I move to speak, but the look on her face just slays me. We both break into mad laughter. When it ebbs, she shakes her head at me in disbelief and puts on the table another beer and another whisky.

“Thought you could use that,” she says.

“You were right.”

She crosses her arms and sighs. “Pathetic, man.” We laugh again, more gently this time, and I shake my head. “What was you thinking.”

“I wasn’t,” I say into space.

“You know she’s crazy, right? I mean, legit crazy.”

“I think I picked that up,” I say, then wrinkle my brow. “You know Cassidy?”

“Yeah, I know Cassidy,” she spits out. “Comes in here all the time.”

“Huh,” I grunt.

“She once broke a bottle over a man’s head.”

“Huh. Did you know that redhead too?”

“What redhead?” Juliette looks annoyed at me. “Bruh, I’m telling you, she crazy, you hear me?”

“Ain’t we all?” I smile darkly.

She blushes. “Oh, Mack,” she says softly. “I . . . I just . . .” she trails off, looking away.

“Hey,” I stop her, and I reach out my hand to take hers in it. She turns back. Her eyes are shimmering. “Can I get your number?”

“Oh, Mack. You’ve had it, man. You’ve had it.”

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Jan 18 2021

The Date Pt. 01 0 (0)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, Romance

Part 1 of 4

You call me Daddy, and it makes me chuckle each time and I smile back at your flirting. I like to talk with you and watch you as you work beside me. You’re certainly younger than me, but you have an amazing smile that lights me up from across the room. You’re fun to talk with on breaks, and even though I’m trying not to be disrespectful, I can’t help but watch your body move across the room. At first I think it’s wrong, the thoughts I’m having about you. You’re young enough to be my daughter, but… there it is again. You’re calling me Daddy.

I wonder if you know what that means in my world where youth and submission is signaled with phrases like that. Are you asking for some attention? Do you want to take this past harmless flirting? Do you want… a new teacher?

As I think these thoughts, and of all the things I’d love to start doing with you, you walk into the break room and walk over to the fridge passing by me as I lean against the counter. You get a water from inside and walk over with a feline grin on your face. “What are you thinking about… Daddy?” I smile and raise an eyebrow. You stand on your toes and lean in to whisper something to me. “I hope it’s about me.” You giggle and shift so your hip glides across my pants and my now bulging erection you made me realize I just had.

My eyes widen and I shift a bit to conceal, then quickly grab a chair. I look over to you and you smile and playfully run your tongue around the opening to your bottle. “Just needed some water, talk to you later!” You walk out of the room and then glance back at me as I am watching your ass as you leave. You smile and disappear.

Ok then, it’s on.

The next evening at the end of work, you walk out to your car. You sit down and begin to start it when you notice a package in the passenger seat. You look around suspiciously, then pick up the box. You read the card on top.

“It’s time to see if you are ready for the next step in our little game…If you’re into it, I’ll be waiting in my car outside your apartment tomorrow at 7:00pm.Wear this, and when I come to your door and see you in it, I’ll know you’re ready. We’re going to have some fun together.

“Daddy”

You smile widely. This is it, you’ve been flirting with this man now for weeks and he’s called you on it. You don’t know what’s ahead, but you like how he’s taking charge. You put down the card and open the box. Inside you find a pretty black lacey necked dress, sized just right to be form fitting but not too revealing. Black stockings, lacey at the thigh with the line up the back. A black and white silken scarf. A layer of tissue paper separates to the next section: black and lacey bra and panties. Tasteful but very sexy.

Something else drops to the seat. What’s this? A little black leather choker… You squirm a little bit as the idea of what’s to come intrigues and excites you.

Saturday night comes and you get ready. You try everything on and it fits surprisingly well. You look at yourself in the mirror, you are a sight! You haven’t been out to do anything fancy in a while, and certainly never like this!

At seven exactly I knock on your door. You open it and I smile widely, “you look amazing…” I shake my head, “better than I would even imagine!” I lean in, “you smell amazing also… you make me want to… hmm. ” I bend my head down to your neck where I drink in your scent for a moment, then lightly kiss you and touch my tongue to your skin.

Your skin lights up with goosebumps and a shiver of excitement goes down your spine. I speak softly next to your ear. “Thank you for dressing up like you have. I have a fun evening planned for us, and if you say yes, I will be happy to take over now. All you have to do is do what you’re asked, respond if I ask you to, and moan freely when you want to.” The words shoot through you, like electricity to your belly. “If you say yes, your safe word is Ajax. Can you remember that?”

Your eyes go wide. A safe word? “Umm, yes, yes I can remember that…”

“Please say it for me.” I whisper in your ear.

“Ajax” you whisper.

“Excellent, say that and we’ll stop our game. No harm, no foul. Whatever happens, I want you to enjoy this, and if it’s too much, just say the word.”

You nod, knowing that you just accepted… you have no idea! Your imagination runs crazy and your heartbeat picks up, but at the back of your mind you know that you have the power to stop it. This is crazy, but you are excited!

I look at you deep in your eyes and ask “are you ready to start the evening?”. You nod and say “yes” softly with a big grin. “Ok, then” I say, and I carefully cup the sides of your face with my big hands and draw your lips to mine. I kiss you, softly at first, tasting your lips and your breath, and as our pulses pick up and the kissing heats up, our tongues begin to touch, to explore. Your body warms up, and nervousness you had begins to melt away as the urges you’ve been having for this man for the last few months come to the front in a rush. My hands run across your back, your sides, your hips. Touching softly, then with more strength, then shifting to your lower back. My lips break from yours and move to your neck. Each kiss sends jolts to your belly as your hands feel over my strong arms, my back, the back of my neck.

My hands trace down below you butt and lift you off the ground, pulling you against me. You quickly reply with lifting one leg and wrapping it behind my back, pulling yourself against my erection. It feels hard and hot in my pants and part of you wants to reach down to unbuckle me already. You hand starts down that way and I quickly brush it aside. I press you against a wall and then slide down your body until I am on one knee.

I raise your right leg over my shoulder and you balance with the other on the floor. I push the pleated bottom of your dress up and over my head and I press my lips between your legs, breathing heavy and hotly onto your pussy while pressing my tongue against you through the fabric.

“Daddy…” you moan as waves of feeling emanate from between your legs as I deftly lick and touch and rub you with my mouth through your panties. I spend my time here, moving my head back and forth to change the heat, the pressure, the angle as my tongue tastes your wetness soaking through. You can feel the buildup, the tension of an orgasm building quickly and as I lick faster and press harder you say through quickened breath, “I’m going to cum daddy… going to cum… “

I reach up and pull aside your panties quickly and bury my tongue up inside of you, the sensation pushing you over the edge as you uncontrollably begin to shiver and shake against my face as I lick you madly in little circles around your clitoris. You moan loudly, pulling my head towards your sex and ride the sensation to its end. Your mind is hazy, the feelings of pleasure pumping through your body, so you don’t notice me reach into my pocket and pull something out.

You feel me insert one finger, then another inside of you. You moan and press back against me. You feel something else… something a little larger begin to enter you. You look down to see me pressing a small pink eggs shaped piece of rubber inside of you, trailing a little pink wire of some sort. You start to ask what it was, but I reach up with my other hand and touch my finger to your lips as you are starting to breathe a little less heavily.

“This, my dear, is the beginning of our night! I’ve been wanting to taste you for weeks, and I was not disappointed in the least… “. I straighten your panties out and help your leg back down off my shoulder. I smooth out your dress, then reach into my pocket and pull out a handkerchief, and quickly wipe my face of your wetness. Once I do, I hold it against my nose and smell it deeply. “I’ll have to keep this handy if I need a reminder while we’re out tonight”. I smile to you.

“And that little device I slid inside that beautiful pussy that is mine for the night?” I pull out a little remote control piece. “This is for dinnertime entertainment!” I smile and press a button. A jolt of vibration goes off inside of you. Your eyes light up as your still sensitive pussy responds with a wave of pleasure. You giggle and bend over a little bit, then right yourself as the sensation ends quickly.

“So are you all set? Shall we go my dear?”

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Jan 18 2021

My Girlfriend the Goblin 0 (0)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, Blowjob, Fantasy, Monster

Author’s Note: Hey everybody, I’ve been lurking around here for a long time and I’ve been kicking this idea around in my head for a while but this is my first ever contribution to the site. I hope you all like it!

Chapter 1: The First Date

Her name was Kaz’na. She was 22 years old. Works as a graphic designer, likes live music, cares about her family. Nothing too unusual. Oh, and she’s 3′ 9″, which is only a little on the short side since she was a goblin. A fact that didn’t come as a surprise given the vibrant shade of green in her profile pic. That was the first thing that caught my eye. How could it not be? The second thing was her smile and how it lit up her face. But still, even though they had started integrating themselves into human society, there was no way that could work right? And I had heard all of the stories of how goblins were. All those rumors about how they were so…I don’t know how to put it…sexually open? They would put out for anyone. Or so people say! As soon as the topic of goblins came up, all of the jokes would start flying, as long as a goblin wasn’t in earshot. It was what had kept them in isolation for so long, and it was a reputation they still hadn’t managed to shake. And that wasn’t what I was looking for! I wanted a relationship! I know, a naive thing to look for in a dating app, but as a twenty something professional in a city this was the primary outlet I had for meeting people. I wanted something substantial, not just some little green girl that would just offer up some no strings attached fun…right?

Besides, I had only been with human women, no demi-humans. They popped up rarely on dating sites, but I had still swiped left on my share of orcs, centaurs, beastkin and all the rest…although this was the first goblin I could recall. And there was something in those eyes…A certain light, both welcoming and challenging…I swiped to her next photo, a full body shot of Kaz’na at some sort of outdoor event, tight peach colored shorts and a white crop top baring the slight bulge of her belly and barely concealing the curves of her full breasts. Her arms were arched over her head and her mouth was open in a laugh, I couldn’t tell if she was posing or caught in the middle of dancing. I was immediately captivated by her form, she had all of the curves of a human woman just…shrunk. And those long pointed ears, extending a few inches from her head, were actually kinda cute… Before I could even reach a conscious decision, I had swiped right. Whoops! Oh well, it wasn’t like she would ever match with me, right? I was only average at best, so anything that relied on a first impression of my appearance would never be in my favor.

She matched with me a day later.

We exchanged small talk. She hadn’t been in the city long, she was the oldest of three, with a brother and a sister, she liked punk music and spicy food. This went on for a couple of days before I worked up the courage to ask her on an actual date.

“Yeah! I’d love to!” her response came instantly. My heart flipped.

I don’t know why I felt this way. I wasn’t a kid. I had been on first dates before. It wasn’t going to be anything special, but dinner at a local favorite of mine. Small plates, fancy cocktails with silly names. It’s a lot of fun. She was still unfamiliar with the area and she had never been. I told her I would need to correct that as soon as possible! And it was still totally casual! So why was I nervous? Why did I change my shirt three times? Why did I scroll through all of our messages, studying up so that I remembered all of the scant details I had gleaned about who Kaz’na was? Maybe it was just because she was a goblin. Maybe that alone made the experience new enough that it put me on edge. I don’t know. Whatever it was, I found myself in the entrance of the restaurant.

It was ten minutes before we were supposed to meet but she had already texted me 5 minutes earlier to let me know she had grabbed a booth. I made the decision to walk from my condo to help burn off some of my excess nervous energy but I broke into something resembling a half-jog when I got that text.

I took a moment to catch my breath before scanning the restaurant for Kaz’na. It didn’t take long to find her. That bright green skin stood out among the otherwise human crowd. There she was. Her eyes caught mine and her face lit up. She gave a little wave to beckon me over. I returned the smile and did my best to maintain a steady pace as I walked over to her.

“Hey, Kaz’na, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting!” Cliche line, but it was my honest sentiment.

“Don’t worry about it, Jesse! I always turn up places early. And it’s actually pronounced “Kahz-nuh”.” Oh man, that was something I had completely overlooked. You should have known how to pronounce her dang name! Idiot! I punched myself, mentally.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” I could feel myself blushing.

“Don’t worry about it! I know it’s not a common name around here,” she laughed it off. Her voice was bright, with just a hint of that signature rasp that was common to goblins.

As I sat down across from her and got to see her up close, I lost my breath all over again. She looked fantastic. Her dark hair was teased in a wave and held by a black band. She wore dark smokey eyeshadow and lipstick and her long pointed ears were adorned with two silver studs near each tip. And that was just her face. My eye was next drawn to the ample green cleavage revealed by the form fitting deep purple cocktail dress she was wearing. I had some idea of her figure from the full body pic on her profile, but seeing her in the flesh was something else entirely. Her bust would have been perfectly fitting on a human woman two feet taller than her. On her small frame, though, they were the stuff of my teenage fantasies. That was all I could see over the table, but I’m sure the rest would have been just as mesmerizing. I thought I was taking a surreptitious glance, but it must have been something closer to a drooling stare. She caught me.

Kaz’na brought her arms in, slyly pressing her breasts together. “I know, I might have gone a little overboard. But I’ve been busy with work and this was my first time out in a while so I really wanted to take advantage of the excuse to dress up. And then I mentioned to my sister that I was going out and she insisted on doing my hair…It’s too much, isn’t it?” She ducked her head, shyly.

“No! It’s not too much at all. You look…great. Really!” So smooth, as always.

“Aw, thank you. I’ll let my sister know that all her fussing wasn’t wasted!”

“Want anything to drink?” I knew I did.

“Way ahead of you!” With perfect timing, a waitress placed a thin tall glass of something blue and fizzy into Kaz’na’s outstretched hand.

—————–

“…And I told him, “No, I know how tall I am but I’m pretty sure I’m not a child! And he made me pull out my ID and everything. But like, look at this!” She gestured to her perfectly full figured body. “Like, imagine seeing this and thinking “Hmm…I think she needs a foot or two to be allowed into a club!” I was about to climb up there and slap some sense into him!” She smacked the table for emphasis and I couldn’t resist laughing if I wanted to!

“Oh my god! I can just imagine you doing it, too!”

We were a few drinks in and from what I could tell in my inebriated state, it was going great! Over some delicious pork dumplings and street corn fritters, Kaz’na told me about how she moved her from Gohlmia, the goblin homeland, when she was 6 years old and so she had only faint memories of it. Her family had moved into the city a few months back so her brother and sister could be closer to their school of choice. The town she had been living in was much more rural so it was taking some getting used to but so far she was enjoying the energy of the city.

“I know, I must sound like such a hick. But I still can’t get over how on any given day there’ll be like an art fair or a concert or something totally unexpected! I love it! And I meet someone new every day. I’ve never seen so many different species. We were just about the only goblin family back home so it’s nice not always having to look up when I’m talking to someone. Not to mention that there are actually clothing stores that cater to the short but stacked gal.”

Her enthusiasm was infectious. I had lived here for a few years and had become pretty jaded to the experience. Where I saw the constant inconvenience of noise and traffic, she saw endless opportunity.

“Haha, well I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Yeah, it was hard for me to get used to it when I first got here, too. But coming from a town so small that everyone knows everyone else it felt kind of…freeing to be somewhere where I could be anonymous. And if I had never moved here I would have never met you.” I placed my hand on hers. My hand dwarfed hers. She was so soft and warm.

“Aww, that’s sweet but you don’t even know me.” She ran her thumb along mine.

“Maybe not yet, but I know I’d like to.”

“Is that so?” She leaned across the table and her eyes narrowed flirtatiously. “How about we head somewhere a little more quiet and get to know each other better then?”

“Sounds good. Have any place in mind?”

“Actually, I do! You introduced me to one of your favorite spots so I was

thinking I could return the favor. It’s a little goblin owned dive bar a few blocks over. I love it!” She squeezed my hand and I felt like I already loved it too.

“Oh cool, yeah I’m down to check it out.” I signalled our waitress for the check.

After the obligatory back and forth, I insisted that I cover the tab and Kaz’na accepted on the condition that she would pay for the drinks at the next place.

“Ready to go?” Kaz’na asked.

“Lead the way!”

As Kaz’na slid her way out of the booth and hopped down to her feet I noticed the full magnitude of our height disparity for the first time. Her head came to just above my belt line. Something didn’t add up. I looked at the place where she was sitting and saw a discreet cushion that must have been responsible for allowing her to sit comfortably at eye level with me. She followed my gaze and immediately flushed with embarrassment.

“Heh, you caught me. I like to show up early to places so I can ask for a…booster seat,” she mumbled to the floor.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” I brushed it off. “I usually show up early to places because I’ll figure I’ll get lost on the way.”

She laughed. “As long as it’s not a shock to you that I’m only half your size!” She shoved me playfully as we walked to the door.

“You know, I suspected something but I thought it might be rude to mention it!” I took her hand and we left the restaurant.

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On the walk to the bar, I could barely think of anything beyond how good her hand felt in mine. I pointed out other locations of interest that Kaz’na should check out but my only concern was how natural it felt to be walking and talking with her. After a few minutes we arrived at our destination, a red brick building with recessed windows emblazoned with a sign reading “The Gulch”.

“Here it is! Fun fact, it’s named after the owner, Gul’chah. He wanted it to be “Gul’chah’s” but after folks kept mishearing the name he decided to just roll with it. So you’re not the only one that isn’t an expert on goblin names,” she teased, nudging me with her hip.

“Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot that embarrassing thing that happened an hour ago.” I nudged her back.

She led me into the aged establishment and I spent a moment taking it in. It was run down, but in a comforting way. It reminded me of the friends’ basements in which I had wasted much of my high school years. It was about half full, with a crowd mostly consisting of mostly demi-humans, many of the smaller varieties. Save for an orc couple in the corner, I was among the tallest people there.

We took a couple of seats at the far edge of the bar and were promptly greeted by a bubbly goblin bartender. Her hair was dyed a vibrant blue and pulled back into a pair of long braids. She had a pair of snakebite piercings in her lower lip and a series of rings in each ear. She wore a low slung sleeveless t-shirt that showed off a generous view of her cleavage which must bring in an equally generous boost to her tips. She recognized Kaz’na and introduced herself as Murn’kul, but she went by Murnie. She gave me a quick look up and down and her expression seemed to signify that she approved. I couldn’t help but return the favor and give her a quick scan to confirm that if I wasn’t already with a beautiful date I could see myself spending some time chatting her up.

Kaz’na took the initiative and ordered us two house whiskies. It was my turn to be inconvenienced by the seating arrangements as the stools at the bar were at least a foot higher than I would find comfortable, leaving me to hunch over the bar like a gargoyle. Kaz’na watched me suffer in silence for a moment before she could no longer hold back her laughter.

“If you’re having some trouble with the seat, there’s a lever on the side that can lower it, big guy! Like a salon chair.” She helpfully explained in between giggling. A brief bit of fumbling with a creaky lever later, I was now at an appropriate height to resume casually leaning on the bar counter and looking my beautiful date in the eye.

“In my defense, I’ve never seen something like that at a bar!” I said in my best attempt to play it off.

“Consider it an example of goblin ingenuity!” She punctuated her boast with a sip of her drink. I followed suit and had to resist the urge to recoil. I was unfamiliar with goblin liquor but it seemed like especially powerful stuff.

“Hooo yeah,” Kaz’na exhaled. “That’s what I needed.”

“Oh yeah.” I suppressed a cough. “That’s good stuff.”

“So…about getting to know each other better. Why did you ask me out?” She shifted towards me, focusing on me with her full attention.

“Why? What do you mean?”

“I mean…you didn’t have to ask me out but you did. What made you do that? What did you want to get out of it?” Her tone was casual, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was being interrogated.

“Oh…,” I thought for a moment. I didn’t know that I could verbalize what motivated me to meet up with her. “Well, I thought you were cute and I liked talking with you and I wanted to see you and talk to you in person.” It wasn’t smooth, but it was the truth.

“Aww, you are so sweet. But I feel like there has to be something else. Have you ever dated a goblin before?” She placed her hand on my knee.

“Uhh…No, never.”

“Really, cause I saw how you looked at Murnie just now and I figured you must have a type,” she said, in a mock-accusatory voice.

“What? Oh, yeah I mean she’s pretty I guess but-“

“I’m kidding!” She mercifully cut off the apology I was stumbling over. “I know you’re here with me. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t one of those guys with “green fever”.”

“Green fever?”

“Yeah, you know. The type that will chase after any goblin or orc just because they’re “exotic” or whatever.” Her voice was dripping with disgust and she took another swig of her drink.

“Are there actually guys like that?”

“Oh yeah! Like you wouldn’t believe. And they have the nerve to act like it should be a compliment! Like, “your skin color gives me a boner, now touch it please!” Ugh!.” It was clear by the volume of her voice that the alcohol was really starting to hit her.

“Hahaha, well I assure you I am not one of those guys. There are plenty of other parts of you that give me a boner!” It was clear by how easily such a crass joke escaped my lips that the alcohol was also starting to hit me.

“Haha! What!? You’re so funny!” Kaz’na rocked in her seat from the force of her laughter.

“Ha! Yeah, it was just a joke! A real funny joke from me, the funny joke man!” A flawlessly executed escape.

“Really? Because I don’t think it was “just” a joke. I’m pretty sure I do turn you on.” Her voice lowered, becoming sultry and only a touch slurred. She slowly ran her fingers along my thigh. “I don’t think you wouldn’t have asked me out if I didn’t. You said I was cute but I think you meant sexy.”

“Maybe you’re right.” I placed my hand on her hip. “You’re really good at reading people. But I think you owe me some answers. Why did you say yes when I asked you out? What were you looking for?” I don’t know if the confidence I was feeling was natural or due to the goblin whiskey coursing through my veins but I was going to ride it while it lasted.

“Ha, oh look at you turning it around me on me! Well let’s see…” Kaz’na put her finger on her chin in an exaggerated thinking pose. “I thought you had nice hair and a cute face and you said things that made me laugh. Oh and there was one other thing, but it’s a secret!” She moved her “thinking” finger to her mouth in a shushing gesture.

“A secret? Are you sure you can’t tell me? I promise I won’t tell!” I played along with her game, genuinely curious about what secret reason she could have for going on a date.

“Well if you promise…” She waved me toward her and I leaned in. Kaz’na cupped her hand around my ear and whispered, “I really wanted your cock.”

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me. I was already at half mast from the feeling of her hand on my thigh but those words got my dick’s full attention.

“But it’s our little secret, right?” Kaz’na sat back on her stool and swirled the ice around in her glass.

“I–Uh–I,” I had never been given such a forward signal that a girl was good to go. My brain was having difficulty processing this information. I imagine this is what having a stroke must feel like.

“Are you trying to say that you’re ready to leave? And that we could head back to your place, you know, if I wanted to or whatever?” Kaz’na supplied, with a noncommittal shrug.

“Uhh…Yeah, that!” I sputtered.

“Then in that case, I’d love to. Oh wait, bottom’s up!” She drained the rest of her glass with a flourish and I followed suit. With a practiced motion, she pulled her wallet from her purse and left a few bills, more than enough to cover our drinks and a generous tip and hopped off her stool. I followed after her, trying my best to not step on her heels like an overeager puppy.

Murnie waved after us.

“Byeee! Have fun you twooo~!” The lilt in her voice made it obvious she knew our plans for the rest of the night.

We were only a few minutes walk from my condo. Kaz’na was walking so close to me that I could feel her breasts pressed against my hip. There wasn’t much talking this time. I think we were both caught up in the tension of the moment. This morning I wasn’t sure what this night would bring. And now I was about to ravage her tiny green body. I put my hand on her shoulder to keep her close.

We had made it to the corner across from my building when we were stopped at a crosswalk. Kaz’na took the opportunity to nuzzle into me, which only highlighted how her face was at exactly my crotch level. She looked up at me and I could tell her desires mirrored mine. We were so close to the privacy of my place but I couldn’t control myself. I dropped to one knee, tilted her chin up with my hand and kissed her. I was tentative at first. I knew she wanted me but I didn’t know how she felt about public displays of affection. Her stance became clear when she returned the kiss without hesitation. Her lips were so soft. I needed more. I slipped her some tongue and I felt hers dance across mine. She ran a hand along the messy stubble that I called a beard. I don’t know how long I would have stayed on that street corner making out with her if she hadn’t pulled away from me.

“Umm…” she took a second to catch her breath. “I think we can cross now.” She turned my head in the direction of the crossing light, which was already ticking down from 10 seconds.

“Oh shit!” With such a short amount of time to cross 4 lanes of traffic and with all conscious thought drained from me, I reflexively scooped Kaz’na up in my arms and jogged across the street carrying her.

“Ahhhh! Hahaha! What are you doing!?” She laughed hysterically, kicking her feet.

“Getting you to my place! What does it look like?” I answered, just as hysterically.

After the clumsy whirlwind of drunkenly fumbling for the keys and somehow unlocking the door with a wiggling armful of goblin we had finally made it to my humble home.

“And…here we are!” I lowered her to the ground as gently as I could with my compromise sense of balance.

“Oh wow, I love what you’ve done with the space!” Kaz’na surveyed the living room and I silently thanked my sister for the decorating consultation she gave me.

“Ha, thanks. I’d give you the tour right now but I need to piss like nothing else!” I explained as I hustled to the adjoining bathroom. Drunken bit of trivia about me: whenever I pee in a dream it goes on for like forever. Just thought I should let you know that so you would understand why this particular piss made me question whether or not I was awake. After relieving myself, I took a moment to psyche myself up.

“Alright, Jesse. You can do this. You’ve fucked before. Now just do that but to someone half the size and like 100 times hotter than anyone else you’ve ever been with!” I stared myself down in the mirror and by the look in my eye I could tell that I was at maximum confidence. I even indulged in the movie cliche of splashing cold water on my face for clarity. It didn’t work, it just left me with a wet face but it was worth a shot. Finally, after what must have been an uncomfortably long time for Kaz’na, I returned to the living room to find a jaw dropping sight.

“Oh, hey. Have fun in there?” Kaz’na greeted me coyly. She was standing in my living room, framed perfectly in the dim light. She had lost her dress and was clothed only in a matching set of lacy black bra and panties.They were sheer enough to provide a complete preview of her body, save for the strategically opaque areas covering her nipples and pussy. Her breasts looked just as immaculate beneath the dress. And without that thin layer of extra cloth I could fully appreciate the rest of her figure, how her hips flared out so dramatically from her waist. Even her belly, with just a pinchable layer of pudge, was jaw droppingly sexy. There wasn’t an inch of Kaz’na’s body that I didn’t want to kiss at that moment.

“Ohhhh…fuck.” I must have looked her up and down and back up again.

“Haha, I would ask if you like what you see, but I already know the answer. I was thinking I should just take it all off but with how much time I spent picking this out I wanted to make sure they were fully appreciated!” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them even lower, revealing the very top of her closely trimmed bush.

“…Would you like to see the bedroom?”

“I think I would.”

I swooped in and picked her up for the second time that night.

“Ahhh! I could get used to this! I don’t need to walk anywhere, you can just whisk me away!” Kaz’na wrapped her legs around me and I took the opportunity to cop my first feel of her ass. It was spectacular. I carried her up the steps to my room while she planted kisses on my neck. I threw open the door and Kaz’na slid from my arms.

“I love what you’ve done with this space too! Or at least, what you’re going to do with it.” Kaz’na bit her lip. She was turning her seduction dial up to its maximum setting.

“Oh really? And what is that?” I brushed the hair from her face.

“I’m not exactly sure, but I know it will involve this!” Kaz’na groped at the bulge in my jeans. She slid the zipper down before pulling down my pants and revealing my hard dick. It sprung out, nearly slapping Kaz’na in the nose. I’m not the best endowed man in the world (I’ve never gotten any complaints, but I’m not about to have a promising career in porn) but this was the first time I felt huge. My cock was longer than her forearm. If I was in any condition to think with my brain rather than my balls, I’d be seriously worried about what a dick this size would do to her.

“Well hello there! One advantage of dating tall guys is I’m just the right size for what matters.” She took it in her hand and tenderly kissed the head. “Oh yeah, I can work with this. I’m going to treat you so good,” she whispered huskily.

“Are you talking to me or my dick?”

“Hmm…” I could feel her hum buzz through my dick. “Let’s say it was both.” She stroked it, slowly, sensually before leaning toward my crotch and whispering “But we really know it was you.”

Even when half naked in a guy’s room for the first time, Kaz’na had jokes.

“Ha! Right, cause you’re just here for my dick after all!” I pulled my pants the rest of the way down and kicked them off. “Show me how much you want it.”

I placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her face closer. Kaz’na obediently opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out before dragging it along the entire length of my shaft. Her eyelids drooped in an expression of pure bliss. I had seen girls put on a “cock hungry” act before but I had no doubts that Kaz’na’s was genuine.

“Ohhh fuck…” I exhaled. Kaz’na just smirked up at me as she proceeded to wrap her lips around the tip of my dick and envelop it in her mouth. If you’ve never had your dick sucked by someone small enough to do it standing up, I highly recommend it.

“Mmmmhhh…,” Kaz’na moaned as she smoothly bobbed up and down on my cock. The concern in the back of my mind that our size difference could lead to some genital incompatibility was erased by the ease with which she took more of my shaft when each trip down. She quickly found her rhythm, greedily swallowing my dick on the down stroke before pulling her mouth away, her tongue massaging my cock indulgently. She was not shy about the sloppy gulping sounds that accompanied such an enthusiastic dick-sucking.

It was easily the best blowjob of my life, but somehow I still wanted more. Even though Kaz’na could clearly handle the full length of my dick down her throat, she still stopped just short of the last inch. I needed to feel her lips planted on my crotch! I held her head in both hands and gave it a gentle, but motivating, tug. She got the hint and allowed me to guide her all the way down my cock, her eyes locked on mine. When she had at last gotten balls deep, she upped the ante and slipped her tongue out to lap at my balls.

“Goddammit, you are so good at this.” Kaz’na’s response was a wink and another lick at my balls. I felt like I was being challenged somehow. She started to pull away from me and I decided to raise the stakes by strengthening my grip on her head to keep her firmly impaled on my rod. My sudden show of dominance must have startled her as she gulped and placed her hands on my thighs. “Where do you think you’re going? I don’t think you’ve had enough yet.” Her eyes went wide before narrowing lustily, which I took as a sign that she agreed. She gripped my thighs tightly–rather than pushing herself away as I would have expected, she seemed to be doing her best to hold herself in place.

“Good girl. All the cock you could want, right down your throat.” This wasn’t like me. Something about this little green bombshell in my hands was bringing out some hereto unknown dominant side in me. I wanted to know how far I could push her. How much could she take? I focused on the hot wet sensation of her mouth and throat on my dick. There’s no way she could take a breath around it. She was right now literally choking on my cock. Even as her eyes welled with tears and became unfocused, she made no effort to stop me. She wouldn’t seriously let herself pass out, would she? A quiet voice at the back of my mind wanted to let her, but that would put a damper on the rest of my night. When she started involuntarily trembling, I finally relented and relaxed my grip.

Kaz’na pulled away from me with an audible popping sound. Thick strands of drool stretched from my crotch to her lips. She gasped for air like a rescued drowning victim, coughing up a viscous mixture of my pre-cum and her saliva. She fell back onto the bed and wiped the tears from her eyes. The sound of her hacking up filth cut through my newfound dom persona. I suddenly felt tremendous guilt over what I had just done to this poor woman.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry! Are you alright?”

Kaz’na answered after one final cough. “I’m fantastic, thanks for asking! I didn’t think you had that in you! I thought you were a sweet nerdy boy but you are a fucking animal!” She propped herself up in a sitting position, seductively bending one leg. If I hadn’t been present for the past minute, I would have never imagined she had just finished being asphyxiated by a penis.

“Yeah, it turns out I’m a lot of things.” I felt silly wearing only a shirt so I took the opportunity to pull that off as well. Hopefully it made that line sound as cool as it did in my head. I climbed on the bed after her. “And you’ve convinced me. You really wanted that dick. And I’ll come clean. I did think you were cute, but I really asked you out because I wanted those tits.”

“Is that so?” She crossed her arms under her breasts in a practiced motion, pushing them up. “You want these fat green tits?”

“So bad.”

“Then take them.”

She sat up, giving me access to her bra clasp. My prayers to the lingerie gods were answered and my half-drunk fumbling fingers were able to unsnap it on my first try. Kaz’na outstretched her arms and pulled her bra away revealing the most perfect pair of tits I had ever seen. They were so full and round. Just the slightest amount of sag giving them a natural tear drop shape. Her nipples were a golden yellow color, like a red flush over the bright green of the rest of her body, matching the shade of her inner ear. I realized I had never seen goblin nipples before. I assumed they would be some variety of green, so this was a fun surprise. They were the size of the tip of my pinkie finger, surrounded by well defined areola. No matter how long I looked at her body I was continually amazed at the contrast between her height and the fullness of her figure.

“So are they everything you had hoped for?” Kaz’na inquired.

“Even better. Your body is…perfect.”

“Then what are you waiting for? It’s yours.” Kaz’na slid back against the headboard, inviting me to take her. I didn’t need a second invitation. I collapsed onto her, grabbing a breast in each hand and massaging them. They felt amazing. Despite their size, they were still so satisfyingly firm. They were more than a perfect handful. I ran my thumbs across her nipples, playfully pushing them down and letting them spring up.

“Ahhn…My nipples are really sensitive.” Kaz’na gasped.

I decided to test that by giving her left nipple a lick. Her sudden intake of breath confirmed this wasn’t a bluff. I took it into my mouth and started sucking it softly. My hand stayed busy on the other breasts, rolling the nipple between my fingers. Kaz’na gripped my hair with both hands, holding me to her breast.

“Oh shit! If you can use your mouth like that, then letting you almost murder me with your cock will be worth it!” I gently nibbled on her nipple, eliciting a little squeal. “Ok, her sister’s getting jealous! Pay her some attention, too.” I gave the top of her left breast a parting kiss and let Kaz’na guide me to the other one. I sucked her right nipple, using my tongue to map out it’s full size and shape.

“Yessss….So good…Kiss me, Jesse!” I wasn’t about to refuse a request. My lips took the short trip from her nipples to her mouth. This kiss made our makeout session on the street corner seem chaste. I could feel her tongue writhing against mine, mimicking the action she had just given my dick a few minutes ago. I used one arm to prop myself up while the other stayed busy groping at her luscious tits. Kaz’na’s hands were on my sides, clinging to me desperately.

Kaz’na pulled her lips off of mine.

“Am I your first demi-human?”

“Yeah…” I admitted.

“Oh wow, I feel special!”

“It’s not like–I mean, I’ve been with other women!” I hoped that I hid my embarrassment, but I’m sure I didn’t.

“I get it! This should be a smooth transition then. Here’s a lesson on goblin anatomy: everything is the same down there, just greener…”

She placed her hands on my head and guided me down to between her legs. I kissed my way down her body, still marveling at how vibrantly green and soft her skin was. I reached the cleft between her legs, still wrapped in intricate dark lace. I took an edge of her panties in each hand and Kaz’na lifted her butt off the bed allowing me to pull them off, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair surrounding a puffy pair of pussy lips. Seeing her pussy up close for the first time, I could confirm that it was just like a humans, only significantly greener. The lips were a deep rich green. I placed a thumb on one lip and spread it open. The interior was the same shade of yellow as her nipples. She was already glistening wet, a trail running down between her thighs.

“It’s beautiful…” I exhaled involuntarily.

“Hahaha, if you think it looks good, why don’t you give it a taste?” She gently pulled my face into her.

I stuck out my tongue and traced it along her vagina from the base to the clit, savoring her flavor. It was thick and musky, also somehow spicy? I wondered if this was a feature unique to goblins or if it was just lacking in the small sample size of human women I had been with. I felt her shiver beneath me. I focused on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She raised her hips to meet my face.

“Yeah…like that!” She gasped.

I grabbed her thighs, supporting her as she pressed herself closer to me. I continued teasing her clit, now sucking at it softly like a juicy peach. I could feel it swelling in my mouth, it must have been at least half an inch long. I filed that away as another potential quirk of goblin anatomy that I would have to research later.

“Fuck! You’re good at this…” She was rocking her hips against me, slowly grinding herself against my mouth.

She reached down and took a hold of my hands, bringing them up to her full breasts. She guided them in a firm, circular motion, showing me just how she needed them massaged before releasing them. Letting someone so much smaller than me take the lead was unfamiliar, but turned me on even more. Between my lapping tongue and squeezing hands, I felt like I was simultaneously in absolute service and control of her body. As she wrapped her legs around my head and pressed her heels into my back, it seemed I was achieving the desired effect.

“Ohhh…That’s right, like that…You’re going to make me–!” she exclaimed as her entire body shook from the orgasm running through her. Her thighs tensed around me for a moment longer before relaxing. She ran her fingers through my hair and I gave her lower belly a parting kiss before raising my head.

“I didn’t expect you to take that all the way,” she laughed.

“I wasn’t trying to, I just got caught up in it.”

“Oh really? You must be some kind of natural, then. You were born to eat goblin pussy.” There was that look in her eye again. That aggression. She was challenging me.

“Maybe… but I think I was really born to fuck it.” I met her challenge, pushing myself up to impose the full difference in our size. Looming over her, her chest still rising and falling in the aftermath of her orgasm, I had never felt so powerful. I pressed my erection against her belly. With the base of the shaft at the top of her mound, my tip was easily past her belly button. It was still hard for me to process just how small she was. She read my mind and understood my concern.

“Hey, I can take it.” She rolled her hips against me. “Trust me. This is your second goblin anatomy lesson: we are very flexible.” She shifted her hips forward and then back, easily impaling herself on my dick. That first sensation, the hot wet grip of her pussy. It was almost enough to set me off right then. But I held on somehow and I met her with a thrust of my own, sliding myself balls deep inside her without a problem.

“Uhngh! See? I told you. How does your first goblin pussy feel?”

“Fuuuck…”

“Haha, yeah I get that a lot!” She giggled into my chest.

I started slowly pumping myself into her, still finding it difficult to believe that someone a woman half my size could take my full cock.

“Mmm…come on, you can give it to me harder than that.”

I wasn’t about to back down from her challenges now. I picked up the pace, withdrawing more of my shaft before thrusting it back into her wet gash.

“Better…but I think it’s time for your last goblin anatomy tip for the night. I know I’m little–” she wrapped her hands around my biceps “–but I can take harder fucking than any girl you’ve been with. I know you want to give it to me, so just do it!” Her eyes were narrowed, demanding. She was right, I did want to give it to her. I had made up my mind when I first set eyes on her. She wasn’t shy about it. From the beginning, she gave me every signal about what she wanted. So I was going to give it to her.

I pushed myself up so I was on my knees. I grabbed her waist to prop her up with me. She was so light. She planted her feet in the bed to support herself as her back arched. She was now just a toy in my hands, and she was going to get the fucking she wanted.

I began pounding her furiously, pulling her body towards me to meet every thrust.

“Is this hard enough?! Is this what you wanted!?” I growled.

“Oh! Yeah! So! Good!” she managed to gasp between thrusts. I was transfixed by the bouncing of her breasts, two pendulous verdant orbs swinging in rhythm. Her hands were clutching the bed sheets. Her eyes were half lidded, unfocused. She was getting drunk on my dick. I was still just a little of the regular kind of drunk. I got caught up in the moment.

“Good! I thought you were a classy girl, but you went from first meeting me to being my cock sleeve in a single night! What does that make you?” I moved one hand from her waist to clutch at her breast, my thumb brushing her nipple.

“Oh fuck! I’m a slut! I know! I just needed cock!” she stammered out. Her hair was matted with sweat. It was beautiful.

“Well, you’ve got it! I hope it’s everything you needed!” I was going wild. I couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before. Something in her was making me feel like an animal.

“It is! Thank you!” She placed her hand on her other breast, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. She wrapped her legs around me. I kept up my assault, my balls slapping against her pert round ass.

“Mmm! I’m so close! Please, hold me!” she begged, reaching her arms out toward me. I collapsed onto her and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing my chest. She was murmuring something but I couldn’t make it out.I gave my last ounce of effort burying myself as deep into her folds as I could before the pulsations of her orgasm set me over the edge. I came harder than I could ever recall doing. Her tiny body shook against mine as I filled her with what felt like a month’s worth of cum. Pulse after pulse it just kept coming. Even after it had subsided, she still clutched onto me, fingers digging into my lower back. Her body was still wracked with aftershocks for what felt like minutes. Finally, she relaxed her grip and I gently rolled myself off of her. We were both spent.

We laid there next to each other in silence for a while, just occupying the space. She broke the silence, turning toward me and placing a hand on my chest.

“That was fun…” she grinned. Her eyes were still a little hazy.

“Yeah…it was…and about that stuff I said earlier–“

“It’s fine! It’s just dirty talk, nothing serious.”

“Oh…ok, I just didn’t want you to think that–“

“I know! It’s fine, trust me,” she said firmly, in a way that I didn’t totally buy.

She pushed herself up and hopped off the bed, before crouching down and searching the floor with her hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh, just looking for my underwear…And all of the clothes that go on top of that. I should probably get going before I get too cozy.”

“What’s wrong with being cozy? Why do you have to go?”

“Well…we both got what we wanted, right? so that’s the end of the date,” she explained to me in a tone that suggested I was an idiot child. She found her panties and pulled them on, facing away from me. I savored the view of her ass bouncing as she pulled them snug. I didn’t get much of a view of it tonight, but I would have to correct that someday.

“Oh, ok. You could stay if you want to, you know? It’s pretty late.”

“…Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to pass.” I wasn’t sure if she had considered it. She picked up her bra and put it on, shimmying it into place. Goodbye, boobs…

“And now where is that dress–oh right! The living room! Of course!” She was just talking to herself. Was she nervous? Now? After we had just seen as much of each other as we could. She hustled down the stairs to the living room. I got out of bed and started after her.

“Alright, well then let me get dressed and I can see you out.”

“No! That’s alright, I’ve got it!” I heard the rustling of her hastily pulling on her dress. “It’s just out the front door, I’ll be fine!” I struggled to pull my jeans over my sweat slick legs.

“Are you sure, I could–“

“Yup! I’m sure! This was fun we should do it again I’ll call you!” she pattered as I heard the door open and shut behind her.

And then she was gone. I pulled my pants back off and tried to fall asleep.

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Jan 18 2021

The Slut and the Suits Ch. 01.2 (Second) 4 (1)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, Exhibitionism

After a few minutes, I said goodbye to Kyle. The day was done, and since it was a Friday evening, some of the boys and I were leaving for the local bar, as was our Friday evening tradition.

We talked about everything but the workplace, as was also tradition. In the bar, we were more friends than colleagues, and we preferred forgetting about work for a few hours. I even acted less stern and my demeanor was much more friendly. I didn’t need to be severe or stern outside of work, so I just wasn’t, and the alcohol sure helped. By that point, I had had two martinis, which already made me quite tipsy. Maybe that’s why the conversation went the way it did.

We were talking about a famous comedian and his upcoming show in town. He’d be doing his show on Saturday, and the boys were having a debate on whether the show would be cancelled last minute because of the jokes he made—not very politically correct ones. There was already an uproar on Twitter and some people in the city, including the mayor, had asked the venue to cancel his performance.

“They won’t cancel,” Greg said. “He’s too big of a name.” Clark argued for the opposite, and as if doing that had fanned the flame of Greg’s confidence, the latter declared: “I’m 100% sure. You know what? If I’m wrong, I’ll come to the Christmas party shirtless.”

I gave him my best wolf-whistle with a jokingly seductive look. The boys thought I was joking, but there was an element of truth to it—Greg was fit, and I wouldn’t have hated seeing what was underneath that suit and tie. Again, I can’t repeat enough times how lucky I was to be surrounded by genuinely attractive colleagues. But my seductive whistle was interpreted as nothing serious. My looks and attitude were sure to cause that. To them, I might as well have been another man: I dressed masculine and acted tomboy-like around them. I don’t think most of them, if any, could even imagine themselves kissing me.

“Keep your shirt on, Greg,” I said, “they’ll cancel the show, believe me.”

“How do you know?” Before I could even answer, he giggled, having had some incredible idea. “And what will you do if I’m right? This is a dare—you have to do something if you lose.”

“Oh, let me think, I don’t have much of an imagination.”

“Something embarrassing,” Chad intervened. “This is a dare, you’ll have to wear your ugliest t-shirt, something like that.”

As if I had any ugly clothes. They wouldn’t know, seeing how I always wore plain tomboy clothes in the workplace, but I had one hell of a sense of fashion. The boys knew tomboy Mila, the stern office leader, and they knew nothing about wild Mila, the one who loved showing her body off in lingerie and acting the part of the submissive slut; the sensual Mila who knew how to look good in makeup and nothing else.

The boys went on discussing something else—they must have noticed how I was lost in my thoughts. They probably believed it meant I wasn’t up for the dare, but I still was. Oh, I very much was, I was just thinking of the consequence on my end. Thinking about my slutty days of my twenties brought me back to one of my best experiences. I was 24, slutty and ever eager to show off my body. I was seeing this boy from one of my classes, and the relationship was still in its infancy. Nevertheless, my horny ass wanted to be around him all the time, and so I followed him on his weekly visit to the local strip club, something he and his buddies did all the time.

As happens in strip clubs, you have a few martinis, which I did, but the next cocktail was the interesting one. The martini itself was not the interesting cocktail, but rather the mixture of martini… and the announcement that this particular evening was an amateur’s night. I liked the boy I was seeing, and I knew dancing on stage would hurt him a bit, since he’d be jealous of all his friends seeing me nude. But I didn’t care. I was young, there was alcohol in my blood, and lots of boys I could show off to. (It was one of the nice things about that strip club—situated close to our college so most of the customer base was young men my age, not dirty old fucks).

So that evening, I did one of the craziest in my life: I went up that stage and stripped in front of dozens of guys. Now you know what the most exciting part was? Recognizing some of these faces. Since most of the customers were from my college, I made eye contact more than once with faces I knew from my classes. It was one of the best experiences ever. It provided me with images to touch myself to for many nights in the years that followed, but after that, wild Mila slowly evaporated. Oh, she never disappeared, but work and profession came into my life, and by the time I started working in offices, there was little time left for that sort of wildness.

And it sucked. But now, this whole dare thing had gotten me thinking. There was an idea in my mind. I missed the wild Mila inside, and here I had a chance to bring her back in the most bombastic and awesome way. I thought about it for many long, silent minutes.

The boys looked at me dumbfoundedly. “You heard me right,” I said. “If I’m right, and if the show does actually get cancelled tomorrow… I’m coming bare ass naked to the Christmas party.”

At first, they acted as if I was bullshitting. But as I kept on promising that I was serious, their smiles went away, and they saw I was dead serious.

And so, with that promise, Saturday came… and the show was cancelled. Now, we can go back to the start. I think the whole picture makes a little more sense now, doesn’t it?

I approached the part of the building where the party was taking place. There were already many voices coming from there, just like I wanted. I had made sure to arrive twenty minutes later so that the boys would all be there already. I wanted all of them to see me at the same time. Guess I’m an attention whore after all. The jazz music playing from the headphones was smooth and sensual, the voices joined it like a choir, and the sound of toasting and glasses meeting gave a beautiful atmosphere to the meeting. There was a nice, calm energy to it all. But now, another very different energy would be joining the group.

The back of the group was so crowded that most didn’t even see me, but as soon as Chad and Kyle did, the latter approached me with a completely dumfounded look on his face.

“What the…”

“I keep promises,” I said calmly, acting mostly casual but with a slight sensuality to my bearing. My whole body was bare before him and he couldn’t stop looking at it. “We had a debate over whether the comedian’s show would be cancelled last night or no, when we went to the bar. I said that…”

“I know what you said, Greg told me, but Mila… What the hell, I thought it was a joke.” He turned all authority-like and raised his finger towards me.

“Don’t you raise your finger to me,” I said with an almost threatening tone. NO ONE raised their finger at me. Kyle brought it down, but his angry and panicked demeanor didn’t disappear.

“You’re putting clothes on. Now.”

“I left all my clothes at home.” I was bullshitting of course—I had “changed” in the bathroom, but Kyle was too confused to think straight.

“Then go home and come back with clothes on. Mila, I’m your boss and your superior. This is an order.” My, my… This was the first time Kyle was ever speaking to me in that tone. There he was, towering over me in his suit while I was completely naked. I liked how he was giving me an order. I almost wished he would grab my arm and pull me away from the party. Or maybe slam me gently against the wall in an attempt to get me to cooperate.

“You don’t give me orders. And even if you did, you could during the job. This isn’t the job. This is a party, and you have no right to tell what to do, pretty boy.”

That “pretty boy” got him all confused. I could empathize with his confusion—he was facing this strange, unknown person who was supposedly the Mila he knew, but one without any clothes and wearing nothing but makeup and raw sensuality. Her tough attitude didn’t go anywhere, however.

“Mila, what the fuck? Don’t you feel embarrassed? I mean… this is horribly sexist, we’re all guys in suits and you’re all naked like a whore!”

I liked the part where he compared me to a whore—I imagined him calling me one with a smile on his face, and it turned me on. But the rest of what he said; now that was a big no-no.

“Woah there, big boy,” I said sternly. “Don’t you think you have ANY right to lecture me on what’s sexist and what’s not. I’m not some idiot, Kyle, I know exactly what I’m doing, and I do whatever I want to do. You know what’s gonna happen, pretty boy? I’m gonna enjoy myself tonight. I’m gonna walk around in front of every single one of my colleagues and parade myself like a slut, because that’s what I want and that’s how I like it. And YOU don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

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Jan 18 2021

The Slut and the Suits Ch. 01.1 (First) 0 (0)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, BDSM, Exhibitionism

You’re probably wondering how a scene like this even comes to be in the first place. To understand, we need to dial the clock back a few days before that Christmas party. This is the story of how I ended up like this in front of all my colleagues.

“Get me the files for Monday, or you’re in trouble,” I said to Clark.

As always, my tone was cold, and my eyes were colder. Maybe the boys thought I was bossy, maybe they thought I was a bitch, but that didn’t matter to me. The only things that mattered to me were two words: optimal performance.

As the office’s resource manager, I was the second highest employee in the management team, second only to Kyle, our boss. Really though, he was more of the intermediary between our office and the Hotel we work for—our job was to take care of the logistical management of a massive hotel complex, and truth be told, it was me who was the boss, more often than not. Kyle passed down goals and objectives to me, and I was the lieutenant who went to the troops, disciplined them, gave them their orders, and made sure they did their job efficiently.

There’s another reason though, for why I was so hard on them. Honestly, I think it’s the only way to be taken seriously and listened to when you’re the only woman in the entire team. That’s right, the only woman. I was surrounded every day by testosterone, not that it was a bad thing. At least half of the boys were cute, and some, like Kyle himself, were hunks all the way. Plus, I liked the whole “being unique,” thing. I think I would have been disappointed if another woman had ever joined the team—I liked feeling special within the team and being the “only one of something”. I don’t know, maybe I’m an attention whore. In any case, my work strategy has always been rooted in a tough, strict and severe attitude, and it has always provided excellent results in the office.

It was a Friday evening, and the work hours were nearing their end. I entered Kyle’s office and found him typing on his computer at his desk. “Fuck me, he’s hot,” I thought to myself. Of course, my face betrayed none of that, and it never had ever since I had started feeling attracted to him a few months prior. He simply had this… gosh, this energy… Stern face, deep voice, and such a polite attitude. He looked like your typical Giorgio Armani model: manly man, and most importantly, a gentleman. Always classy, always calm, always respectful and confident. There were a few other boys in the office just like Kyle. They had this subtle aura of… gosh, how I can I put it? Calm, but commanding presence about them. I was just as cold and tough with them as I was with all the other boys, but these ones… Well… These ones I could imagine giving me orders the way I gave them orders. And the thought of being ordered around by them in certain… specific situations… Let’s just say I enjoyed that thought.

“We need to have a talk,” I said.

“Uh-oh…” he answered. “I know that tone…”

“Yeah, and it’s a pissed off one. I asked you TWO days ago for the 2015 tax reports. I still don’t have them at my desk.”

“Mila, I asked the Hotel to e-mail them, it’s not my fault they didn’t.”

“Then you should have walked over there and gotten them for me.” He was about to say something, but I raised my finger and shut him off before he could start. “I don’t wanna hear anything,” I said sternly. “You asked me to prepare the logistics for the summer season, but I can’t produce a good plan if I have no past results to base myself on. Now, they only trust the tax reports with the higher-ups, so I can’t get them, which means YOU have to. If you don’t bring them to me by Monday, you can say bye-bye to the summer logistics. Understood?”

He nodded. “I will, Mila, promise.”

“Good.” I don’t know if any employee has ever spoken to a higher up the way I did, but again—Kyle was technically higher in the hierarchy, but at the end of the day, I was the one who kept the troops in line.

I was about to leave his office, but he invited me for a cup of coffee in the office kitchen. I didn’t refuse—why would I? So there we were, leaning against the counters and drinking an espresso.

“Are you always like this?” he asked. “Being a leader, dominant…”

I appreciated how he said leader and dominant, not bossy or bitchy. It was one of the reasons why I didn’t mind being the only woman in the office; the boys all respected me completely. Not that they had a choice, given how stern I was…

“At work? Sure. But I’m a pretty chill gal most of the time. Everyone’s got another side to them.”

“What’s yours?”

I smiled behind my coffee cup but didn’t answer. Oh yeah, I had another side to my personality, but it was so different from the one I showed at work that I preferred keeping it secret. When I turned twenty, ten years before, I went through something of a “sexual awakening.” I discovered I was, for lack of a better word… Rather slutty when it came to sexuality. Not the sleeping around type—in fact, sex for the sake of sex mostly bored me and still does. But I liked showing off my body, wearing slutty clothing and makeup, feeling beautiful and confident. In my twenties, I would always perform stripteases for my boyfriend at the time. He’d sit down and watch me dance sensually with only lingerie at first, and then nothing at all.

I also liked playing the part of the submissive, something so different from my workplace personality… I would spend dozens of minutes on my knees just sucking cock and enjoying how dominated it made me feel. I guess the exhibitionist side I had also correlated with that desire for submission: I liked that feeling of humiliation, even degradation, that came from feeling like the one who’s sexualized. It was a complex thought process: sometimes I poured my focus in the confidence and strength it gave me, and other times, I poured my focus into the submissiveness and vulnerability it gave me. Either way, I loved it.

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Jan 18 2021

Azraielle Pt. 03: A Job for Azrie 0 (0)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, Sci-Fi

Having gotten caught up in the moment of preparation for her first hunt, Azrie didn’t realize it was still morning. She had a full day ahead of her before the nightlife began and young single humans brought their lust out looking to release the energy. Azrie decided to use this time to scope out her potential feeding grounds, and to search for a job to better fit in. Incidentally, the locations available to her served both purposes. Sadly, the night clubs weren’t open yet. She should probably take an accounting of what skills she could offer an employer. Growing up as a succubus surprisingly didn’t give her many salable skills. Well she had a few skills which would be quite salable, but the puritan culture of her current location eliminated many of those skills as a useful profession. She would never understand why humans could fuck for free, or be paid and fuck in front of a camera, but being paid and fucking without the camera was a crime. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, she could ponder that reality later.

Azrie spent the morning narrowing her search for employment. Both to allow her to keep a normal schedule at school to not draw attention and suspicion, and because of the high potential for traffic of lustful humans, she narrowed her search to the local nightlife. She scouted dance clubs and bars trying to detect residual lust to help further narrow her decision. One such club obviously saw a lot of traffic the night before as she was able to detect significantly more leftover lust than the other haunts in the area. She went in to talk about a job.

The manager was a middle-aged man who’d seen better days. She could sense his broken soul, torn asunder likely by some spider who had lured him into her trap. She could feel his unmet desires begging her to fulfill them. Years of hard work and his difficult marriage had destroyed this being. Yet, despite what Azrie could sense emanating from him he still seemed upbeat and presented a cheerful front for her. Another woman would have even noticed the pit of despair he hid from the world. Azrie wished she could help this soul regain some semblance of what he once was, but she suspected there was little that he would allow her to do for him.

“Do you have any questions?” he asked, running a hand through his graying hair.

“Yes,” she replied, “What would working here be like on a typical night?”

“Hectic,” he stated with a chuckle. “We are the most popular night club in the area, people line up around the block to get in. We haven’t had a night where we weren’t at capacity in years. As a bartender, you’ll likely serve about a thousand people over the course of the night. More if you start early, after closing once everyone is ushered out you’ll be expected to clean the club, restock the bar, count the tills, and so on. You’d likely leave between three and four in the morning each working night.”

This caused a sigh to escape Azrie. It would be very difficult if not impossible to bring home someone to provide for her that late in the evening. Not to mention she would be dirty from cleaning the bar, and she’d have classes just a few hours after returning home.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “While this opportunity would meet my most of my needs and probably be very profitable for someone like me,” this pulled a knowing chuckle from the manager, “I just wouldn’t be able to attend my classes or stay awake through them.”

“No hard feelings, it’s a problem many of our applicant’s face. If your schedule does change though we’ll be here. You are correct though, you would make a fortune in tips. Maybe another time.”

Azrie laughed internally, thanked the manager for meeting with her, and found the exit. Before leaving, she considered propositioning the man, but decided against it. She didn’t think he would take her up on the offer. And even if he did, his relief would be temporary, and he would inevitably suffer more for it in the long run. Azrie settled for gazing upon him momentarily with a deep sorrow and knowing pity.

The meeting taught her something she had needed to know though, it was unlikely a nightclub like that would suit her needs. She mentally removed the rest of the dance clubs from her search. She wasn’t left with much that provided access to horny individuals. As she was walking toward the next location she wanted to survey, she suddenly felt a powerful force coming behind a door which had a small almost unnoticeable sign on it. The sign read “Intrigue”. Azrie tried the door finding it unlocked and walked into a dark halfway. Giving herself a moment for her eyes to adjust she smelled the distinct odor of sweat mixing in the air, and she felt her pussy pulse to the rhythm of a dull base coming through the walls.

For the first time she could sense a cornucopia of desire and pleasure radiating from this place. Needing to explore further, she followed the hallway to a lobby with better lighting and the woman behind the counter welcomed her.

“What is this place?” Azrie asked, not sure what to expect.

“This is Intrigue” came the reply “The area’s premier underground adult entertainment facility.”

“This looks different from other clubs.” Azrie stated.

“Yes that’s because it is different. We have made arrangements to be able to provide less than conventional benefits for our clientele. For example, you saw the tiny sign out front? We also cannot advertise publicly. Which brings me to my question, how did you find us?” She asked with a slightly accusatory tone.

Not wanting to outright lie but also wanting to maintain her cover she answered, “I am job hunting, and I was walking to the next place on my list, when I noticed an odd door with a small sign. I felt like I needed to know what was here.”

“You must be from the realm then.” the clerk stated.

Azrie let out an audible gasp which she was unable to stifle before the clerk noticed.

She continued, “There are only two ways we can be found, either you are given a chip which reveals the door, or you were born with the ability to find it. I could smell a hint of the realm coming from you. You should learn to hide it better though. I wasn’t sure if you had been invited which could leave the same scent of the realm on you. Who if I may ask are you? We are usually notified of new Lecherous when they arrive.”

“I am Azraielle” she replied sheepishly not really wanting to reveal herself. She felt compelled though to provide the honest answer.

“Ahh, my princess, we were alerted you might be arriving.” she stated as she bowed clearly making Azrie uncomfortable. “I am Dianaclese, first Siren of the realm. How has your time on Earth been so far?”

“Call me Azrie, and lay off the princess please” Azrie had heard of the siren corps, though this was the first time meeting a siren. They were greater lecherous like herself and have sworn fealty to the throne. To her knowledge no siren had ever attempted to take the throne. As such, they were trusted by her father. He tasked them, she remembered, to provide cover and assistance to the Lecherous on Earth. “Really though what is this place?”

“Princes ahhh Azrie as you probably know, our purpose is to protect the lecherous on earth. This club and others like it, are the main way we execute that task. To the lecherous we provide a kind of… buffet if you will, whatever one is looking for, we can fill the need. Our membership consists mostly of humans. They come here to satisfy their desires, and we see to it a hungry lecherous is available to fill them. As far as the humans are concerned, this is a fetish club where they can enact their more deviant desires. The club keeps everyone’s identity and origin private. Only the lecherous know that more is going on here than just kinky sex. You mentioned you’re in need of a job?”

“I need to pass as human while I discover my abilities as a succubus. Part of my disguise requires me to attend college, so I need to remain available for that. I haven’t fed yet on Earth though. I was planning on finding someone tonight but, if there are people here, maybe I could fill my needs now?” Azrie stated.

“Egh, well I can offer you a job, and it will come with a cover if you need to tell anyone what you do or where you work, but I don’t detect any human lust in you. While I am certain you are probably struggling to control your thirst I can’t let you feast here. Not yet anyway. There is protocol to be followed when a virgin surfaces.

You are clearly dressed to hunt though, so I suspect you should have no trouble getting food tonight. You can only perfect things you have personally experienced on your own in the club. You need to learn and grow yourself. I know the rules sound arbitrary, but they are necessary in order for you to fit in with human society. It would be unsafe for you to experience something here and then take it out there. Even if I didn’t think the rules were a good idea, there are wards and protections here which will prevent you from using this place for new experiences.”

“I guess my father really wants me to work it out myself…” Azrie mused with no harsh feelings. She was the future of the realm, and she knew, more or less, that she would be walking a lonely road on Earth. “What can I do for you here? For work?”

“In the beginning you’d work this desk and help to arrange the needs of the clientele. The job is more difficult than it sounds because of the discretion required. Once you have gotten more experience, and I don’t mean working this counter, we’ll send you out with invites. The more humans we have coming through the more lust we can channel back to the realm.”

“Sounds reasonable, and I would have somewhere to go to keep up appearances. When can I start?”

“Tomorrow should work, I look forward to aiding your progress Princess” Diana added with a bow. Hopefully when Azrie was seeing her regularly she would drop the princess shit as she wants to ‘fly under the radar’ as the human’s say. Anyway, with her task for today complete Azrie decided to go find some dinner.

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Jan 18 2021

Azraielle Pt. 02: Getting Ready 0 (0)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, Sci-Fi

######### 11/25/2020

A.N. Chapters 2 and 3 have no sex in them, but I feel they are needed to provide setting and narrative background to get the plot rolling. Also I want Azrie’s actions and the sex which happens within the story to be done with a purpose. Because of this, I am planning on getting through chapter 4 released pretty quickly. I hope you are enjoying this journey.

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Azrie awoke in a strange place, mostly naked, and a little sticky. Startled, she jumped to wakefulness as her memory started returning to her. This is her new apartment, she is on her new couch. Suddenly she heard a loud moan and shot her head toward the sound. The TV was playing porn, and she saw two stunning women burying their faces between each other’s legs. A memory returned to Azrie, she was playing with herself last night. She came hard, very hard, and it must have knocked her out. Finally, she was making sense of the situation. She wondered if this feeling of discomfort was normal upon waking in a new apartment. The thought hung in her mind as she searched for her phone to turn off the porn. Azrie caught a whiff of herself and decided the phone could wait. She turned off the TV to prevent the sounds from riling her up again and headed toward the bathroom.

She shed her clothes leaving a trail from the couch she had slept on to the bathroom, still apparently engulfed by her morning haze. After testing the water Azrie got into the tub and let the water warm her skin. She picked up her loofah, applied her floral body wash, and began to scrub the evidence of her sweaty self-satisfaction from her body. She applied extra attention to her pussy, partly because it felt good and partly to make sure it was good enough to eat. Azrie still had a few days before classes would start, and she was feeling the thirst more strongly now. As she rinsed the soap from her body and the shampoo from her hair, she knew she was going to have to go hunting soon.

Azrie turned off the shower, got out of the tub and began to dry herself. All she could think of though, was making plans to stalk, seduce, and fuck her prey. She would have been concerned if she wasn’t so caught up in feeling the thirst. It was like some primal drive had taken her over since arriving on Earth. Somehow, a small part of her brain remembered she could control this. That part grew in her as she began to fight back against the thirst. It would never be completely gone, she knew, but she was happy to be able to suppress it as she regained her faculties. Azrie made a note to prevent her mind from wandering in the future. She would need to eat though. Absorbing the lust of a partner was the only way to temporarily sate the thirst.

She also knew if she couldn’t control the thirst it would be far more difficult for her to feast. Many of the lecherous succumbed to the thirst. She knew this was where the Human stories of Demons and Gods often came from. The difference between god and demon, she mused, was their appearance. Old looking bearded larger than life human shape, radiating power electrically? His name was Zeus. Red skinned and horned, radiating fire? That was the devil. Azrie knew they were, or had been anyway, members of the lecherous. Procreation among the lecherous could create a huge variety with the parents make up only slightly influencing the final product. Azrie was determined to be more Zeus than Satan but as a Succubus she needn’t have worried. Her primary almost defining ability was transformation. With practice, she could and likely would be the form the prey desired most. It was a human misconception that Succubi and incubi were merely male and female. In reality, it didn’t matter, succubi could just as easily take a male form to feed, and an incubus could be female. The difference between them was in how their powers manifested.

Succubi responded to the natural desires of their partners while incubi implanted new desires. Succubi fed off of wish fulfillment and incubi from new experiences. That brief lesbian phase in college just as often as it was a natural development, was implanted by a hungry incubus. Once the desire was implanted though, a succubus could fulfill that desire until it faded. She understood this as the balance. Similarly, the lust, which their bodies amplified and radiated, had a different effect. When an incubus was nearby, the prey felt more adventurous. It was not uncommon for an incubus to get fat, metaphorically, off of a spontaneous orgy that they had provoked. For succubi, the deeper and more hidden a desire was, the more energy they gained. The ancillary abilities they each had supported those roles. Well trained and practiced succubi were able to probe deep into the subconscious of their partners to pull on threads the prey often weren’t aware of.

Even the physical differences between these two types of lecherous spoke to their purpose. The succubi were more seductive and nurturing, while incubi were forceful and domineering. There were more lecherous, but succubi and incubi were rarer, and tended to have more innate power. The muses, for example, were capable of sparking an idea, but their power didn’t extend beyond that. The cupids caused attraction and pairing. Everyone had their purpose, including Azrie. Her purpose though was more clouded than the lessers though. This was further compounded by the nature of her existence as her father explained before she left. She resolved to define her own purpose, to make her stay on Earth her own, and to return to the realm after realizing her role.

The benefits of being one of the greater lecherous did have some downsides. One unfortunate drawback of being a succubus was she had an unlimited ability to feed. Her thirst could be quieted but never fully sated. There was no limit to how much lust she could take. She’d always be able to take more. And the more that she took the stronger she would become. Chuckling to herself she thought ‘Whatever will I do?’. While she could drain all the lust from a partner, it was a human misconception that this would lead to their death. At worst, they would be fatigued, but they would also gain a deeper well for their lust. In that regard she would need to be careful. She could accidentally create a human with desire comparable to one of the lecherous. Sex Addicts Anonymous is full of the victims of greedy, malicious, and incompetent lecherous.

Something had changed in Azrie upon arriving in the human realm, she noticed. She could smell, for lack of a better sensual descriptor, the sex happening around her. If she reached out she could feel a trickle of energy from somewhere. She slowly began to realize that someone nearby was fucking vigorously. The lust they were throwing off was giving Azrie her first taste of sustenance she hadn’t known she was missing. This appetizer of sexual energy set her mind to task. She became determined to drink from the sexual fountain and soon. Now, all she needed was to figure out how.

With that thought Azrie snapped back to the present realizing she was still naked and her fingers, acting autonomously, were rubbing her clit. The sex in the air caused her pussy to start dripping in anticipation. Azrie took control of her hands again and pulled them away from her pleasure center. Maybe feeling the need to be touched would give her some more encouragement to find someone to fuck her.

Her family’s lesser servants had prepared the apartment for her stay here. She was happy to find that included a full wardrobe. Her closet and drawers were stuffed with clothing. She seemed to have every kind of lingerie she could imagine, for every style of sex she could think of. There was leather which screamed domination to her, delicate lace for sensual encounters, and seemingly everything in between. There were dresses and skirts, shirts, blouses, and pants. She had Yoga pants and sports bras, and more panties, thongs, and bras than she knew existed.

Azrie began the process of planning what to wear. She rifled through the closet and found a tight black skirt which was just long enough to keep her covered but short enough people would stare just for the hope that they might catch what it would barely hide. To provide contrast to the skirt, Azrie selected a thin white tank top, with the plan that anyone who looked closely enough would be able to see the ghost of her black bra through the thin fabric. The bra had a matching thong that when she put it on, the G-string slid up between the cheeks of her ass to hide, giving her a shiver at the thought of someone removing it. Her pussy soaked the panties immediately.

Next Azrie selected a garter belt with a fresh pair of thigh high fishnet stockings. She strapped the suspension device around her waist, noting that it was clearly designed more for sex appeal than function. Cautiously, she pulled the stockings up her legs one at a time, careful not to tear or ruin the delicate items. She secured attached the hooks of the garters into the lace tops of the stockings. Satisfied they were secure Azrie pulled on the skirt happy to see the tops of her stockings appearing just below the hem of the skirt. As she walked, a hint of skin would appear just below the hem of the skirt, teasing at the treasure just a few inches up her thighs.

Next she put on her bra deftly clasping the hooks behind her. She adjusted her tits within the cups to ensure they were lifted just right. She could already see her hardening nipples pushing against the fabric of the bra announcing her arousal with small protrusions. Azrie then pulled the tank top over her head and discovered it ended just above her navel, revealing the start of her ‘happy trail’. The waistband of her thong rode out from under her skirt and gripped over her hips, assuring there would be no doubt as to what her prey would find under her skirt. She put on a casual jacket that was selected to call attention to all the exposed details, directing gaze from one asset to the next. Everyone would know she wanted to be seen and ogled, if they didn’t assume she was out on the prowl.

Azrie pulled her hair back in a tight brunette ponytail careful to leave a seductive strand to fall in front of her face. She found and applied the only piece of color her ensemble would have. Its purpose was to hint at the secret between her legs. It was bright and red and it forced the thought of her full lips wrapping around some part of her prey’s anatomy. The rest of her makeup was muted, making her lips the focal point of her face. When she caught someone looking at them, she planned to run her tongue along her lips spelling out her own desire and hunger.

Azrie was almost finished getting ready to dangle herself as bait. She needed one more piece to complete her ensemble. She was certain she specifically asked for this item but struggled to find it as she searched and searched. Just as she was about to give up and select different footwear, she found what she was looking for. In this world, and in the realm, there exists an idea called fuck me boots. Fuck me boots are sexy and signal that the wearer is practically ready to be plowed right here and right now.

If her lips put images of actions and parts unseen into the observers mind, fuck me boots are the cherry on top. To call these boots fuck me boots though, would be an offensive understatement to them. These boots rose to just above her knee. They fit the form of her calf perfectly flexing with her muscles, hinting of a hidden strength. The boots laced up the side, but the laces are a trap. Spotting the laces would force your eyes on a journey, throwing gasoline on the fire of lust likely already felt. Your eyes would be forced to follow the lace down the boot. Along the trail you would find windows of skin beneath the boots chained in black fishnet and satin ribbons.

Every four inches you’d be attacked by a metal buckle which begged you to strap the wearer down and ravage her, the buckles seeming to be purposely built for restraint. Before you reach the center of her shin, you’d know those boots weren’t coming off. They would be, no they needed to be, wrapped around your waist leaving subtle marks as reminders of your adventures between the legs the boots encased. As your eyes took you farther down the down boot, you would reach the top of the 5-inch stilettos propping her up, telling a story contradictory to the buckles. Assuring you that your submission was guaranteed the moment she walked into your vision. If you were able to continue gazing at the leather genital traps, you’d reach the toe, revealing a point so sharp you’re certain she could pull a single atom from reality and make it her bitch. What you won’t know until after she has fed upon your lust, is the moment you saw the boots you had already been captured.

Long before her prey had the realization, Azrie would know the boots had worked their magic. These boots didn’t beg to be fucked like fuck me boots would. These boots caused the observer to beg to fuck her just to be released from their treacherous grasp. Azrie herself fell for the boots when she saw them. She is aware of their spell, the difference is, Azrie wields the power, and you succumb to it.

With the final piece of black leather added to the sexual demon, Azrie gazed into the mirror, and she was at once certain that she wouldn’t be alone tonight. Azrie was sexy before, but now she was the ultimate sexual creature, and she was determined to feast on some lucky human tonight. With her final confidence check complete Azrie left the apartment and headed out to find hunting grounds.

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Jan 18 2021

Azraielle Pt. 01: Azraielle Arises 0 (0)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, Cum Swallowing, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Sci-Fi, Toys, Voyeurism

“It’s time child.” Salazar opined. “You have come of age and surely you must be feeling the thirst.”

“I don’t know for sure father. I have felt I am missing something though.” Azraielle replied.

“That’s how it starts and soon you will start to feel weak and need much more time to rest. I was nearly your age when I first felt it” the ancient incubus explained. “You must go to the human realm and fulfil your purpose as a succubus and future ruler of the lecherous.”

“Yes Father”. What else was a young, well young by succubus standards, succubus to do. Salazar is quite old and powerful. He has survived for over a millennia and is loved by the lesser lecherous. He is so powerful he is able to pull the energy he requires as sustenance without ever leaving the realm. Azrie, however, has not yet gained his level of ability. He was correct though, Azrie has been aching for something and its pull is overwhelming.

“What am I to do in the human realm?” She asked, still somewhat unsure of how to fulfil her purpose.

“You must feed on the lust and sexual energy of the humans. To be more blunt you must fuck them. This is how the lecherous survive. The humans call us demons. A bit racist if you ask me… they don’t understand that we maintain a balance in the world. We take their lust, amplify it and return to them. Without us they’d lose all desire to sleep with each other. They would go extinct. And while we’d still survive, we would be gravely weakened.” He explained.

Azrie knew this already. She wasn’t asking for a lesson in history or the great weaving. She is very rare, most lecherous are born with the instinct for acquiring their sustenance. It’s innate to them. Azrie though, while knowing about the mechanics, does not feel the instinct. She has no practical experience in the seductive arts. She has never even tried to get someone into bed. Let alone what to do when she has this willing participant there with her. She is what the lecherous refer to as virgin. Her knowledge of sex is strictly academic. The lecherous have something similar that they can experience with each other but its not, well it just isn’t sex with a human.

“Father I understand our role in the universe, but I.. Well.. You see father” she stammered.

Interrupting, Salazar nurtured, “I know that you are virgin. Being born to replace me you could be no other way. I have naturally sired many of the lessers however, you are different. In order for you to have the most potential, a chance at being the strongest to live, my knowledge was kept from your conception. The instinct is usually passed on from parents to their young. It is very limited though and cannot grow beyond what it is at birth. You, like myself, were born an empty vessel. You will know a great and growing power the lessers cannot imagine.”

This was new information. She had been studying and learning for almost 50 years and this had never come up. “Why am I only learning this now?”

“Because now is the time for you to learn. You will be traveling to the human world to develop your own instinct. Should you fail your studies, and prove unfit to rule, I will fill you with the instinct I would give any other Lecherous. You will retain your mind but your ability will stop growing. You have demonstrated the preliminary qualities we look for in a successor. The final and most difficult challenge will be developing your own instinct to test against mine when the time comes.

I cannot give you any prior knowledge, you must discover for yourself what is going on in the realms, and how you will deal with it. Many of my rivals through the ages failed to unseat me due to arrogance. Most Lecherous do not know the steps each successor must progress through to sit on the throne. Because of that, none of them have been able to match my power. Many have been strong but none, as strong as you will become. You are the next in an unbroken line which has ruled since we were born of the lust which developed within the earliest prehumans. It has been this way because of the methods we employ.”

“I suppose I can see the wisdom in that,” Azraielle replied, still unsure of how to proceed.

“Little one, I have one final lesson that you must understand. You can still fail but when it is time for you to take the throne, I will be unable to stop you. Now, you must go and begin your practical education.”

Without Azrie realizing it, Salazar had been leading her to the portal while they talked. “Go and discover your talents. Learn new abilities and become the queen of the next generation.”

Azrie nodded and stepped into the portal. When she next became aware, Azrie was in a vehicle and had arrived in the human realm. No, it’s called Earth she reminded herself.

Azrie began to notice someone talking to her at the edge of her attention. Startled when she realized it was her driver trying to get her attention. “Yes?” She pondered.

“We’re here, miss.” The driver stated.

“Oh, uh, thank you” she stated as she exited the Uber so lost in thought she didn’t remember entering it. As far as she knew, the portal deposited her in this car on its way to her destination.

She could hear the driver mutter something as she closed the door. Something about a rating. The lecherous did use modern human tech, and being the daughter of the king came with a few benefits. For one, she had an essentially unlimited bank account. A thousand years of investments carefully selected by a couple of very accurate sages provided ample opportunities to grow wealth. Salazar had amassed wealth so great she’d want for nothing. Well nothing except for the lust. People would notice if a new dilettante arrived from nowhere though so a large part of her training was in learning to blend as an average human. The first thing she had learned was some transformation. In theory, she could mold her body into just about anything she wanted to. In practice though, she was having enough trouble hiding her wings and tail.

She’d arrived at her apartment. A small thing which belied the depth of her wealth. The epitome of the standard one bedroom apartment in Everycity, USA. The kitchen was more an extension of the living room but with inexpensive linoleum tile beginning where the beige carpet ended. The floor plan claims there is a dining room but you’d be hard-pressed to actually find it. Opposite the door to the apartment the living room had a short hallway. Arguably completely unnecessary, but most humans don’t want their guests walking through their bedrooms to use the restroom, so there were three doors in the hall. One door to the aforementioned bathroom, the door at the end led to her bedroom and across from the bathroom a small linen closet. Technically this is a palace for your average 21 year old college student, which is the façade that Azrie was going to uphold. The place was furnished by Ikea, and she could imagine the lessers assembling the flat pack furniture, attempting to decipher the usage of an Allen key. One of the smarter ones would take the responsibility of keeping the tools out of everyone’s orifices.

The most expensive item in the room was the 65-inch flat screen. It’s a bit obscene in the otherwise muted decor, but she justified it as an educational tool. While Azrie is aware that porn and rom-coms aren’t true to life, there will be something to learn there. Speaking of, now that she is mostly settled Azrie has become acutely aware of a need touched. By her estimate it’s been almost a day since her last release. In preparation for this adventure she made sure to get a PornHub Premium account. Being a succubus, she craves quite a bit of stimulation.

Azrie fell cautiously onto her new couch, pulled out her phone, and opened the PornHub app. Quickly she selected a film from the banner, curious as to what a ‘Girl Scout Cookie’ is and how it is going to lead to sex. She sat back and started to relax as the apparent Girl Scout with huge breasts rang the doorbell of some random home.

The man of the house answers the door and Azrie’s hand begins to massage her tit while the other hand explores her thigh. She finds the lace top of her stocking and slides her skirt up to give her a little better access. As her hand reaches her soaking pussy, she remembers that she’ll need to wear panties in the future. Juices dripping down her legs are normal at home. In the realm there is never a lecher far away, but she suspects on earth no one will just start licking her clean.

On the screen somehow the homeowner’s cock has been unsheathed and the Girl Scout is ogling it with trepidation in her eyes. Azrie imagines what that nine inch monster would feel like sliding down her throat as she attempted to suck every drop of cum from it. At this thought her finger splits her labia and begins to slide around her opening. As she is christening this apartment, she intends on taking her time.

The Girl Scout seems to have taken a different route than Azrie would have with Monster Cock. The Girl Scout’s top has disappeared and her spit lubed tits have his cock between them, thrusting toward her chin. The image and subsequent thought of his cock thrust toward her threatening to douse her face and chest in cum caused Azrie to aggressively pinch her erect nipple. Discouraged by the limited feeling of her gentle self-abuse, she stopped fingering her pussy long enough to remove her top. This time the pinch on her nipple atop her luscious breasts sent a shiver down her body.

The Girl Scout, it seems, has worked up a bit of courage and on this thrust of his cock she caught his head in her mouth. The surprise pulls a moan from Monster Cock as the Girl Scout slides her face toward his navel, inching his shaft deeper into her mouth. Azrie suspects she has done this before as she sees the tell-tale bulge in Girl Scout’s throat from a cock so deep in her face she has actually swallowed some of it.

Azrie’s fingers plunge into her pussy sending her a short wave of pleasure. She decided that her fingers weren’t enough for a pussy which has gone untouched for as long as hers has. She pulled a large blue vibrator from her bag and turned it on. Azrie began by massaging the head of the toy into her clit causing her to squirm. She then turned what remained of her skirt into a belt to remove the final obstacle between her and stuffing her cunt. Her soaking pussy felt the cool breeze of the air conditioning now that it was completely exposed. To prevent herself from getting a chill she slammed the vibrator hard into her pussy. At the same time, Monster Cock has lifted the Girl Scout’s skirt and forced her over the arm of a couch. He pumped her hard from behind and every moan and scream is matched by one from Azrie as she adjusts to follow his pace. She thrusts her vibrator deep and fast into her, as she builds closer to her release.

Azrie turned the vibrator up, needing more power, and furiously rubbed her clit with her other hand. She sensed that Monster Cock was getting ready to explode into the Girl Scout, and she ached to match him, to cum with him and share in their pleasure. She was getting ever closer to her edge as she watched Monster Cock drill into the Girl Scout. The instant Monster Cock let out a gasp, signaling his release, Azrie tipped over the edge and began shuddering powerfully. She watched as Monster Cock pulsed from his orgasm and his member began spewing cum into the Girl Scout. The visual stimulus and the ever steady thrusting of her toy sent her further into the throes of her orgasm. She clenched down on the vibrator to squeeze more pleasure as she rode the wave of her pleasure. Monster Cock pulled out of the Girl Scout and brought his huge load with him. It was dripping from her barely legal pussy, and at that moment Azrie wished she could suck the cum from the Girl Scout’s slit.

Girl Scout reached a hand between her legs and collected the fluid mixture on her hand. She seductively sucked the combined cum from her hands causing Azrie to sample herself. Her pussy juice is a sweet nectar, as usual. Swallowing her own wet sent her flying, unexpectedly, into a second orgasm. This had not happened to her before. Not that she is complaining as her vagina pulsed with pleasure forcing the vibrator out of her.

When she finally came down from her ride and landed back on earth she wondered where the second orgasm came from. Later, she will put together the power she has just discovered, but for now it is a mystery to her. The long day and multiple orgasms finally caught up with her and claimed her consciousness for themselves. She fell asleep so quickly, she was unable to clean herself.

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Jan 18 2021

Azraielle Pt. 08: Preparations 0 (0)

By Admin in 5-Porn Stories, Sci-Fi, Toys

‘Having a door that can deliver you anywhere in the world was pretty convenient,’ thought Dee, as she approached the entrance of the largest Adult Novelty Shop in the world. Well, that’s what the sign said anyway. To its credit, it was well stocked.

Dee’s pussy began to dampen just about when Azrie told her about catching Steve’s scent. She continued to get wetter as the story unfolded. Dee was still wet. Intrigue, though, was uniquely prepared for that situation, considering what went on there. By the time Azrie finished the tale, Dee’s panties were see-through, there was a damp spot in her skirt, and she had to clean a snail trail from the chair she was sitting on.

Dee went through this enough at the club that she just kept a change of clothing at the club. So, she’d gone to the employee locker room and changed. Dee didn’t bother to put on new panties. She had a plan. She was getting herself a present, and she was planning on fucking herself until she passed out. Hence, the toy store.

Dee walked through the entrance of Pleasureland. The name of the store was appropriate. It was like a big box store that fucked a porn shop and had a baby. That baby then grew up to be the best of both of its parents. The store was full of toys and porn as far as the eye could see. It was the only place that Dee knew of where you could buy a ten-pack of dildos.

The porn section had diminished a lot from what it used to be, she remembered. The internet had been responsible for that, but that just meant more room for toys. Dee realized she had made a mistake though, she was spectacularly horny, and she went into a place selling relief. She had gone shopping while hungry, and she wanted it all.

Gathering her thoughts, Dee considered what she actually wanted tonight. She wandered around the store, looking to see if anything grabbed her attention. Dee felt that what she really wanted was a dick, a real one, but that would be too risky. Because of the allure, she always ran the risk of getting someone attached to her. Once under the spell of the allure, it took a very long time to wear off so the poor sap could get back to his life and leave her alone. Honestly, it wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t become totally bimbo-ified. They were useless other than a ride, and even then, they were way too infatuated to do the things Dee needed.

Dee was aware of a few sirens who enjoyed that and kept their pets, but they were unreliable for Dee. Occasionally Dee would find someone who was particularly resistant to the allure, and she defended those relationships viciously. She was currently running a little short on that front. Eventually, they all got into relationships, or she lost her attraction to them. She was a bit jealous of the Succubi for not having to deal with that. She could only feed when she was sure she wouldn’t lose control. Tonight she was going to lose control.

That thought gave her some insight into what she would need. Her thought process went something like this. First I need something which can go all night, so no batteries. Whatever she got was going to plug into the wall. Second, when she was completely turned on, relaxed, and soaking, she was going to need something which would expand and stretch her to her new measurements. Finally, she was going to need something which would work in multiple positions.

Dee had wanted to get a sex machine for a while now, and one would meet all her requirements. A swipe of her Credit card later, she had a fucking-machine with variable speed, a hot-swap dildo, and it was very adjustable. She also had a bag full of dildo attachments varying in size.

She began to get wet again as she was picking out her evening’s entertainment, and as she walked out of the store, she could feel it starting to drip down her thigh. Dee found her door and took it to her apartment. The second the door closed, she started stripping off her clothes and getting ready. She was giddy with excitement and started recounting Azrie’s tale.

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