1. The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 5-9


    Date: 7/8/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Erotica, Author: SSelxuyt, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    care of you two.” “Don’t worry,” Becky’s soft voice says as my prick leaves her throat, “We don’t have enough time for that anyway.” Lisa takes advantage of the free knob, and swallows it between her lips, while her friend’s hand runs up and down my saliva slickened rod. “We’ll be late if we stick around that long,” she states and then shares a kiss with Lisa, my phallus in the middle. One of their hands, not sure whose and not caring at this point, starts fondling my balls, and both women begin humming, sending delightful sensations down my cock and into my spine. “Oh, unh,” I grunt as I place my hands on the backs of their heads, blasting off a load of sperm. Each jet arcs high, before coming back down and splattering their cheeks. Feeling slightly spent, my head falls back to my pillow. “Oh wow,” Lisa says, “I love how energized I feel after tasting your cum.” “Yum, me too,” Becky agrees before licking my seed from her roommate’s face. They share a passionate kiss, swapping my cum and cleaning each other off at the same time. Smiling, I fall back to sleep until my alarm goes off. I find myself alone as I get ready for work, surprised to find a couple ants in my kitchen as I make my breakfast. The flowers the girls had thanked me for are on the counter, and I wonder who they could have been from. A note attached to them simply says, “Thanks for all your help.” Probably meant for someone else I decide, and finish getting ready. I don’t mind getting rewarded for someone ...
    else’s work. Whistling happily, I get ready for work, until I get in the Orange Bubble. My car gently hums as I sit in the parking garage below my office building. I know I should go in, but Brooke’s gentle scent still resides in here, and as pathetic as it may seem, I don’t want to leave. Even as happy as Becky and Lisa make me, I still miss my childhood friend. Being in here also reminds me of Angela, and everything she’s done for me. “Mr. Snow?” A knock on my window startles me, and I look out to see Guard Lansbury shining a flashlight in at me. “Is everything okay? You’ve been sitting in here for a while.” For a moment I just stare at her, uncomprehending. How did she know? Then I notice a security camera behind her. The worry I see in the large woman’s blue eyes penetrates my gloom, and I open the door, stepping out. “I noticed your car sitting down here for a while, but you never came in,” she tells me. For once her tone and words are more concerned than raunchy or risqué. “Thought you might be whacking off in here, and I wanted to come check it out.” Then again, maybe not. “Wanna fuck?” I ask, not even caring about my language. “But I can see that you—wait, what?” Confusion paints her tone as she tries to assimilate my question. I really can’t blame her. With the exception of that kiss last Friday, I’ve never really hit on her. She’s made very overt advances towards me; maybe even enough to create an HR complaint, but to be honest it’s never really bothered me. Asking her ...
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