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Chapter 2
The hotel was brilliant compared to the dank, small building I had been expecting. The room we had booked for the night was small, furnished with only a king-sized bed, a small TV on top of a desk, and a bathroom, but it was well-cleaned and painted a soothing light blue.
So, shall we get on with it, or wait a bit? the man asked. He had been the same way since leaving Hooters, quiet and to-the-point. Not mean, but very curt.
Well, Id like to know your name. I said, smiling. Im Sade, by the way.
He looked at me for a long time, a gaze that was neither accusing or believing. Im Jay. he answered.
Uhm, if you dont mind me asking, h-how old are you? I asked, a small blush coloring my cheeks.
25.
Good. Im 18.
So, wanna start? he asked, not impatiently, but not kindly, either.
Feeling extremely awkward, I nodded. I didnt really know how this would work. Would we start with foreplay? Or would we watch a movie or something to get in the mood. Turns out I was wrong in both guesses. I suddenly saw a blur, felt my low-cut tanktop leave my body, followed by my skirt, then I was on the bed with a naked man on top of me. I felt fear seize me as I sized him up, noticing the rippling muscles in his arms and his washboard abs.
You must be quite educated, I murmured, not missing the speed in which hed gotten us undressed and ready.
He grinned, then glanced at my closely trimmed pussy, which was noticeably dry. As a newer Succubus, it was much more difficult for me to get aroused.
I guess the sight of Lil Jay wasnt enough, he said softly. I grinned sheepishly, watching Lil Jay with hunger. He was very nice looking, indeed, and quite large.
Suddenly, Jay slid down my body. He lifted my legs at the knees and spread them wide, then lowered his head to my thigh. He nibbled on the skin of my inner thigh, sending tingles up my spine. I squirmed under him as my pussy began tingling and growing wet. Instead of moving on to my pussy, he turned his attention to the other leg. I moaned a little as he sucked my skin. By the time his warm mouth found my pussy, it was soaking wet. He slid his tongue along the slit of the two lips, tickling me with his light stubble. I moaned again, and was finally rewarded by his tongue pushing past the yeilding skin and into my tight pussy. He began flicking his tongue in and out, occasionally biting gently down. His hand crawled up and began circking my clit. As my legs wrapped around his head, pushing his mouth deeper into my pussy, I felt myself heading for an orgasm. ** He lifted his head from my pussy, my juices dripping off his chin and his eyes blazing, and I cried out with as my body shook and stretched as I climaxed.
Jay didnt hesitate before positioning himself back over my now-wet cunt. He grinned down at me, licked his lips free of my love-juices, and pushed Lil Jay deep into my pussy. He slid in easily, and filled me. I arched my back a little, pushing him further into me. Then he pulled out, thrusting back in with enough force to make his balls slap loudly against me. I rose to meet each thrust as he began a startling fast pace. ** His grunts grew louder as I felt another orgasm seize me. My vaginal walls tightened around his cock, refusing to let go as I cried out in pleasure. When I came back to earth, he began thrusting harder. I lay back on the bed, feeling my entire body shake, along with the bed, from the force of each of his thrusts. Suddenly, he pushed deeper into my pussy, almost touching my womb, and my pussy was filled with his hot cum. He shot two more loads into me, then lay back on the bed next to me, breathing heavily.
I felt his hand near my side and placed mine over it. I felt a strange contentment, as though Id just eaten a very satisfying meal.
Jay suddenly rolled on his side to face me, a serious look on his face.
Why did you want to come here? he asked suddenly. I know its not for money.
H-how do you know? I asked.
You agreed to come here without even stating the price you were expecting. And you never asked me for money before we began.
I felt my face flush at being called out. I had no idea what else to tell him.
Just tell me. No matter what you say, I wont think of you differently.
I sighed. It would probably be best to tell a stranger. Then I could just leave if he made fun of me or got mad. And if he believed me, Id have a steady source of sperm.
Im a Succubus, a sex demon. I said, feeling my heart begin to race in my chest. There was a long silence, filled only by our breathing and the blood pounding in my ears.
Prove it. he said after a few minutes of silence.
I sighed, stood beside the bed, and watched him for a moment. If I show you, you must promise not to tell anyone. Jay nodded, and I closed my eyes. A few seconds later, the skin on my back ripped open, but no blood fell and there was no pain. Then small black wings burst from the slits in my shoulder blades. They were wet and furled, like those of a newborn bat. I unfurled the four-foot long wings, flapping them briefly. Two more slits opened in my head, also void of blood or pain, and two tiny horns rose slowly out of them. To complete the transformation, the skin right above my butt split open, and a long, red tail slithered out. It was topped with a triangular tip. All of these no features were as black as the long, wavy hair that tumbled down my back.
I locked gazes with Jay, whos mouth had fallen open and was breathing heavily. At the intense stare he was giving me, I felt ashamed and humiliated, and felt a hand automatically cover my breasts. The other went in front of my bare pussy.
Well? I said after a few more moments of his staring. I felt terrible for not telling him when a look of revulsion came over his features. It was gone almost as soon as I had seen it.
I-is it real? he asked, gesturing to the wings. I nodded and turned my back to him, revealing the cuts in my skin. I shivered as his cool fingers gently grasped the leathery skin. His hand then grabbed the tail, and he gently prodded the pointed tip. At his sharp intake of breath, I knew hed pressed a little too hard.
This is why you wanted to have sex with me? he asked, and I turned to face him, still blushing in humility.
Um, yes. You see, Succubi live off of sperm. We need some every day. I said quietly, refusing to look at him. I knew hed be disgusted by my eating habits.
So how do you get it? I glanced at him quickly, surprised to see curiosity in his eyes.
Well, prostitution at the moment. I answered, waiting for the curious expression to become hatred. It never came.
Why are you here? Do Succubi usually live among humans?
No. I believe Im the only one. Theres a place called Blanditia, a world similar to Earth. This is where the Succubi and Incubi — our male counterparts — live. There, Succubi — or Incubi — build up large harems to keep themselves fed. I would have done the same and taken over my mothers harem, but shed had a daughter before me. Because of this, she decided to send me to Earth. Im like an experiment. If I can survive down here, then other Succubi may come down.
Do you guys eat humans? Or just the sperm? he asked suddenly, fear darkening his eyes.
I couldnt help but laugh. No, no. Just sperm. We also eat human food.
He didnt say anything else, just watched my wings and tail. Finally, my hands left their posts and hung limply at my sides. He didnt seem very shocked, scared, or repulsed. It was odd.
Do you believe me? I asked.
Of course. You have a tail and wings and horns.
Then why arent you scared? I asked.
You didnt harm me earlier. And you need me. Jay answered, a small smile crawling across his lips.
Need you? I parroted.
Yes. I cant have you selling your body to scum, and you need to eat. he answered, smiling wider at my blush.
Are you offering me your body? I asked.
Yep.
Are you crazy? I cried. You shouldnt believe me, and you definitely should not be offering yourself to me.
Jay laughed. I am a little crazy. Im also a nice guy. You need sperm, I produce it daily, youre good at sex, and I enjoy sex. It all adds up. he said simply.
Th-thank you, then. I said, smiling.
Youre welcome. He answered my smile with his own. Now where do you live?
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Hello Mother. I said, trying in vain to keep from grinning.
What happened to you, Sade? she asked.
I have a… I paused, not sure what to call him. We definitely werent dating. A sperm donor!
Really? Thats great, dear. Is he good looking?
I giggled. Mother! Hes a meal, he doenst need to be good-looking.
He is, isnt he?
Yes, Mother.
Where is this young man, Id like to speak with him.
Hes sleeping. You can talk to him later.
Your father allowed him in the house? Laden exclaimed, as shocked as Id been when Robert invited Jay to stay with us.
Yeah. I think hes just glad I wont die, and he doesnt have to offer me any more advice on selling my body.
Is that how you met him?
Yes.
Does he know?
Y-yes. I muttered, expecting a lecture. Mother just smiled.
Thats very good, dear. Im so happy for you! she said.
I told her goodbye, then turned off the TV. I stayed in the room for a few more minutes before slowly getting up and walking to my bedroom. The room I now shared with my sperm donor. He was sleeping, as Id told Mother. I yawned, slipped out of my pants and shirt and crawled under the covers beside him, in only underwear. He turned toward me, eyes still closed, and wrapped an arm around me. I was about to smile happily over the kind gesture, but then his other hand grabbed my breast.
Pervert. I whispered, but didnt push him away. I just closed my eyes.
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Authors Note: Thank you for reading the second chapter of Esculentus Amor! I hope you enjoyed it. Now, about the ** in the beginning. I stole this idea from another writer. Everytime I have to stop in the story to relieve myself, I put two astericks there. If you like it, Ill continue, but if not, just say so and theyll go. Thanks again. ^^ If theres anything youd like to see in the next installment, or see changed in this one, please comment or email me at [email protected]
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Personally, I like some porno. That is to say I like porno that panders to my fantasies. I don’t like porno that involves activities I wouldn’t want to do or have done to me. I don’t wear high heeled shoes and net stockings when I have sex and I don’t get off on men ejaculating on my face and breasts, so I don’t watch porno with those things. I don’t do gang bangs so I don’t watch porno of that type. And so on. I’ve done a few unofficial sex videos with a few boyfriends and girlfriends. None...
I am not going to describe in narcissistic detail what I look like, the size of my breasts, the colour and/or length of my hair, and all the other rubbish that the usual so-called “erotica” online is usually filled with. You can imagine whatever you want from these basic details: I’m in my late thirties, moderately plump, and of medium height. I am single, bisexual, of mixed race, have a college degree, and work as an office manager. I love reading, goldfish, hard rock, and walking in the...
An image of his sister jumped into his mind: her body bouncing against the mattress, legs tight around his back, her hands gripping his ass. He saw her lust, her wantonness, her desperate desire; felt her tits under his hands; his cock plunging into her depths, stretching her cunt wide; her secretions glistening on his shaft, lubricating his way. He could feel the muscles of her cunt squeeze his prick in a death grip as her climax ripped through her churning body, his own following seconds...
"Mike?" "Yeah?" he answered, pushing the bathroom door open. "Well, aren't you a sight?" Except for a towel around his midsection, Mike Brady was naked and his flaccid cock made a delightful bulge. Eyeing his wife appreciatively, he felt a stirring in his loins. Even at age 50, Carol Brady still possessed the physical attributes that first caught his attention over twenty years ago. Blessed with good skin tone, and bone structure, her face showed no surrender to her years....
Amy Anderson felt her long hair being whipped in the breeze as the convertible roared down the country road and she smiled. She lifted her head further into the slipstream, knowing full well that the stretch caused her chest to push out into his view as she felt the wind grip more of her hair. She looked at herself as ‘athletic’ and not beautiful but she also thought her breasts her most alluring feature, sure to catch the notice of any male and she wanted Dale to notice! She was enjoying the...
INTRODUCTION For at least three years Alfie Dunlop really believed his sister would have sex with him, but she never did. That was a defining realization for Alfie, becoming aware that the perversities of females extended even to sex. His mother had been perversely responsible for calling him Alfred, an ancient and once noble name that he’d found to be hideously inappropriate for a young guy then heading for the 21st Century. Fortunately his father came to his senses and allowed Alfred to be...
The Finale, Enjoy. Thanks Andi for editing. ***** Leslie Matthews waited as her team entered. She knew this was not going to be easy. She did not like Christiana Marcolini. She met Marcolini years ago when she had just entered the agency. She was on the same team, but because of Marcolini, she was placed at a desk. Marcolini made her look like an incompetent imbecile. If she had not been in the midst of an affair with their boss, she would have been transferred out. She never forgot, and now...
As if on cue I heard the crunch of tires on gravel in the driveway to my house and then the slamming of a car door. I looked out the kitchen window just in time to see my mother walk to our front door and fumble in her purse for her keys while at the same time yelling, ‘Mickey, are you home? Open the door.’ Getting no response she mumbled some unintelligible words and continued to rummage through her purse for her keys. She finally retrieved her key, unlocked the door and rushed into the...
I stood there stupidly for a minute with my dick at half-mast and my pants to my knees before an errant breeze wafting coolly across my genitals reminded me that I should get dressed. I pulled my pants up, put the cups in the sink, and walked to the bathroom for another shower. The warm water cascading over my skin cleared my somewhat muddled mind. This thing with the neighbor lady was all so sudden and fast. One minute she is giving me a cake to welcome us to the neighborhood. The next minute...
Carol was waiting impatiently when I walked through the door. She immediately ran her arm through mine and said cheerfully, ‘Where to, boss?’ I chuckled at that since I knew that I would never be the boss when she was around. I looked into her eyes and said, ‘I figured we’d go in the back door to the motel so no one sees us. The room is somewhere on the second floor so we’ll just go up the stairs and stumble around until we find it.’ She hoisted her overloaded bag onto her shoulder and pulled...
Thank you Andi for proofreading and editing this part. ***** The team had three weeks to be ready to pass their OCFT, Obstacle Course Field Training. Keith had gotten to know these agents. Yes, they did not look fit, nor did they seem athletic at all, but he knew they would give one hundred ten percent, and that was all he asked. Christy worked with them in the gym and he would do his part. They surprised him. For four straight days they came in early and stayed late. Christy was with them...
This story is a continuation story with characters from the Shadows of Resentment series. All characters are over 18. It is self-edited. Please vote and comment. ***** Keith was sick of the bureaucratic nonsense he had to put up with from the leaders in Washington. They really did not understand. It was not the job of his office to find lost pets or mistresses that ran away. He was an investigator. Standing at five feet ten inches tall, Keith ran his fingers through his thinning black...