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*** This story is about a succubus seducing a man. The story takes place 700 years after the events in Fallen and is mostly m/f sex. The last scene in the story depicts a woman with a large cock forcefully taking a man. As with all my stories, every person depicted in sexual situations is 18 years of age or older. Even in the scenes where the narrator questions the age of the young schoolgirl, she is depicted as 18 years of age. ***

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When I first saw her sitting alone at the bar, I figured her for just another one-night stand. I’d charm her and then drop a little something in her drink, take her back to my apartment and get her out of that little black leather miniskirt before she knew what hit her. Sure I felt that something was different about her. It’s why I picked her in the first place. Of course she was beautiful but I was used to that. She was also very willing which was surprising.

I should have realized that something was wrong. Usually, women who are that hot aren’t that easy for me. Her lack of resistance did take me by surprise at first but a little alcohol and some overconfidence can make even the most cautious of men ignore all warnings and I’m not that cautious to begin with.

It was easy to assume that the perfect 10 at the bar was simply succumbing to my charms. Since I understand how subjective it is to rate women on a scale of 1 to 10, I’ll make it simple. This girl was perfection. She stood just shorter than me wearing six-inch black stiletto heels and had a leggy, voluptuous build making her probably 5’2″ barefoot. The black leather skirt showed off her slim waist and flat stomach while emphasizing her curvaceous hips and ass. The crimson shirt tucked into the skirt was unbuttoned to display the ample cleavage of her rather large breasts perfectly without looking trashy. She had dark, fire red hair that fell in waves to the middle of her back and framed a face made for modeling. She had a small mouth with thick, pouting lips, high cheekbones, and a thin button nose with just a sprinkle of freckles across it. Her catlike, emerald eyes held a mischievous twinkle that seemed to hint at naughty thoughts.

I had gone to get a drink and was barely two feet from her when I noticed her. The drunk, frat-house reject trying to talk to her wasn’t getting anywhere so I eased up to the bar behind him and waited for the brush off. By the time I had ordered my drink, the frat boy had taken off and I eased over to make my introduction. I couldn’t believe how easy it was.

In less than two hours, without any drugs or coercion we were making out on my couch while I unbuttoned her shirt, her martini and my scotch forgotten on the coffee table. Everything happened so fast that I felt light headed. I didn’t even know her name. Her body was as perfect as I had imagined it. Her large, soft breasts exploded from her black lace bra as I unhooked it, defying gravity while they jiggled. They overflowed from my hands as I kneaded them, the nipples standing out stiffly like pencil erasers and hardening under my touch. I ran a hand down her hips to squeeze her firm, round ass before continuing to the hem of her skirt. I felt the lace top of the black silk stocking and the clip of the garter as I slid my hand up her thigh and under her skirt. Her legs opened slowly as my hand moved higher on her inner thigh, giving me easy access to the prize at the top. I brushed something smooth and wet that drew a moan from her and made her spread even wider. I cupped my hand around her, rubbing her lightly and marveling at the feel of her shaved mound. It was so soft without even a hint of stubble or razor bumps and completely soaked.

She rubbed herself against me before pulling away to drop to her knees in front of me. Unceremoniously, she yanked my belt loose and nearly ripped my pants off in her race to cram me into her mouth. She was amazing. It was far and away the best blow job that I have ever had. I’m not exactly a small man and this woman is one of three who could swallow me whole and the only one who could lick my balls with seven inches of thick, hard cock shoved down her throat. She was so good I actually came down her throat and then nearly passed out in less than five minutes.

Amazingly, I didn’t have time to be embarrassed because she just swallowed every drop and kept sucking until I was rock hard again. When she was done, she stood up and straddled me, hiking her skirt up and sitting down on my pole to ride me. It was incredible. Her sopping pussy swallowed me easily but gripped my cock so tightly I didn’t think I’d last as long as I did in her mouth. After only ten minutes, her pussy milked my balls so thoroughly that I nearly passed out again. I was seriously getting light headed but couldn’t bring myself to ask her to stop.

She kept fucking me right through my orgasm, relentlessly milking my cock, which defied science by staying rock hard and throbbing. I managed to cum two more times in the next thirty minutes before I passed out from exhaustion.

I porno woke up in my bed the next morning severely hung over and exhausted. I don’t remember going up stairs, getting undressed or getting into bed. I had no idea if the night before had actually happened and wondered if it was all a dream. My only proof that something did happen last night was a martini glass with a hint of red lipstick on it sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

As usual, I didn’t tell the guys at work about my adventure and got hounded with questions that I easily deflected. The guys know the quality of the women I spend my time with but I am not about to let them on the quantity. Besides, the girl the night before absolutely defied belief. It was no wonder to me that I felt so drained and hung over, which is why I didn’t notice the warning signs until it was too late.

I fantasized about her all day and decided to try to find her that night. I didn’t think she’d be out two nights in a row like that but I couldn’t help hoping. I spent nearly three hours at the bar where I met her before I decided to just give up and go home. I was about to leave when I smelled the perfume that she wore. I remembered it because I loved the way it smelled but she wouldn’t tell me what it was.

Just as I caught a whiff of her scent, I thought I heard her voice right behind me. I whirled around hoping that she would be there but the woman thanking the bartender for the drink was not the one I was hoping for. It sounded close but this woman’s voice was pitched higher and didn’t have quite the same sultry, bedroom quality.

At first, I was disappointed but after getting a good look at the woman, I got over it. She was definitely not the woman from the other night but she was just as beautiful. She had long, silky, light brown hair that cascaded down to her lower back and large amber doe eyes that looked almost innocent enough to hide their naughty twinkle. She had a face that any model would kill for, with high cheekbones, full sultry lips stuck in a permanent pout and a small, slightly upturned nose. Her tall body was long and lean with beautiful, athletic curves that spoke of a very active and healthy lifestyle. She was taller than me, probably even without the heels she was wearing which says a lot since I’m 5’10”. As I took her in, I couldn’t help admiring the way her designer jeans rode low on her hips and emphasized her long, shapely legs and tight ass. It looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples stood out a little against the thin fabric of her chocolate brown halter top. Her breasts looked just larger than a handful and too perfect to be real.

She caught me staring and I had the good sense not to look embarrassed but interested. She smiled and asked what I was drinking. When I told her, she called the bartender over by name and ordered me another.

I couldn’t believe it. This beautiful woman buying me a drink and I barely said more than hello. True she wasn’t the redhead but she was still a perfect 10, just different features. She turned to me then and I swore that her hair had red highlights and her eyes were more hazel than amber but with the dim light in the bar, I wasn’t quite so sure.

We had a couple of drinks and chatted for a bit. Her name was Lisa and she was a grad student at the university. We talked about all kinds of things but after about an hour I could tell that it was time to make my move and again, I didn’t need to slip her anything to get her home with me.

It was almost no effort to get her to come back to my place for drinks. Again, an empty martini glass and a half glass of scotch sat forgotten on my coffee table while we made out on the couch. She kissed and sucked dick as good as the redhead from the other night and I couldn’t believe my luck at picking two amazing lays in a row.

If it was possible, this girl was even better than the redhead. It was like she knew all the tricks the redhead used and then some. She could deep throat me and lick my balls, suck both balls into her mouth and swirl them around, use her tongue to stroke my cock and even licked my asshole. I couldn’t even hold out five minutes.

Miraculously, instead of wilting after my first orgasm, I got even harder. My cock throbbed with a painful need and I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her up and threw her down on the couch. In seconds, I was pounding away inside of her and she was loving every second of it. I felt her pussy milking me like the redheads and I wondered where they learned to do that. It felt too good to be real.

When I came again, my cock felt even harder, throbbing painfully with an insatiable need that seemed to grow with each orgasm. I could tell that she knew what she did to me and something in her eyes made me want to do anything just to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock.

She pushed me up and flipped me over, straddling me before easing down onto my waiting dick. She bounced up and down a few times, playing with her clit and working anime porno up some serious juices. I could feel how wet she was and it was completely soaking my cock.

After a little while, she stopped and eased herself off my cock, grasping it from behind. Before I even knew what was going on, she had the head of my dick pressed against her anus and began slowly forcing it into her tightest hole. My eyes rolled back in my head when the head popped into her brown eye and she stopped a moment, flexing and relaxing her muscles. It was complete ecstasy.

She eased herself further down my shaft and started slowly stroking it at about half way in. My cock would slide a little further each time and then back out, leaving just the head inside. Her tight little hole and the slow, short strokes were exquisite torture. Eventually, I felt the soft flesh of her ass on my thighs and hips and could feel her taking me in all the way to the base. Once she could take every inch, she began increasing speed until she was pounding her ass with my dick. I began to meet her thrust for thrust, my balls and hips making wet slapping noises against her soft flesh.

Once she began to pound her ass down on my cock, I was almost as quick to cum as she was. I felt my balls began to tighten up just as she threw her head back and screamed out her orgasm. She impaled herself on my throbbing cock and began gyrating just as I started to cum. I could feel her anus flexing as she came, milking my throbbing shaft as it emptied its load deep in her ass.

The next morning was even worse than the one before. I opened my eyes and started to get up when my head started to throb painfully. I didn’t remember drinking that much the night before. I must have drunk more than I thought or I wouldn’t have had such a painful hangover. Luckily, the curtains were drawn so I didn’t have to worry about light. I just wondered who would have drawn them. I almost never have them closed.

Making my way to the bathroom was another chore. I needed to piss like a racehorse but for some reason, I wasn’t sporting morning wood. I really must have had more than I thought. I wondered if I could have been drugged but after checking my wallet and a few other valuables, I knew that nothing was missing. If Lisa drugged me last night, she didn’t leave with anything that belonged to me.

Of course there was no sign of her. Like the redhead the night before, Lisa left nothing more than her scent on the pillow and a martini glass with red lipstick on my coffee table.

Work was terrible. I looked and felt hung over, the guys wouldn’t stop asking me questions about last night, and the women I worked with kept giving me dirty looks. I was sitting at my desk waiting impatiently for the day to end when the boss asked me into her office.

Before I go on, I have to say that I have wanted to fuck my boss like crazy since I started working for her. She does everything she can to look unattractive but manages to fail miserably. Danielle Stephens is a blonde thirty-something with piercing blue eyes, an upturned button nose, high cheekbones and a generous mouth with large, full lips. She always pulls her hair back severely, hides her face behind glasses with square, black rims, and wears power suits that do manage to hide her curves very well. Still, her face is absolutely gorgeous and she moves with a grace that suggests dancing or gymnastics in her background. She is also obviously very athletic and the suits and the glasses only make me want her more.

I had no idea what she wanted but I really doubted it was anything good. She seemed annoyed at me. What’s even worse, I didn’t have to hide my semi-hard dick because, unlike every other time I stared at her ass as she walked, my cock stayed flaccid and soft.

Danielle led me into her office and sat behind her desk as I pulled up a chair. Once we were situated, she started the way she usually does, blunt and right to the point. She usually doesn’t waste words and this time was no different.

“Something is going on and it is affecting your work,” she said. “For the past couple of days, you’ve been distracted, have come in severely hung over, and barely made any progress on your projects.”

I just nodded and looked sullen. She rarely lectures and I figured I’d earned this one but she didn’t continue. She just looked at me. I had no idea what to say. She didn’t ask any questions and she obviously wanted me to say something. I guess she wanted an explanation but I just didn’t feel like telling her about what was going on.

“What is going on with you? I didn’t take you for someone who drinks on a Wednesday night when you have multiple projects to work on.”

Again, I didn’t know what to say. I was too embarrassed to tell her the truth but I didn’t want her thinking that I’m some pansy who lets people walk all over me. Finally, I just met her eyes and sighed.

“Look,” I said convincingly. “I’m just having a rough week. I know I’m getting arap porno behind but I’ve never let you down before and I don’t intend to start.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Her sincerity shocked me and I really didn’t know how to react. She seemed to actually care about me.

“Not really,” I muttered. “I’ll be fine.”

She didn’t seem convinced and gave me a soft, sympathetic look before getting up and coming around her desk to stand next to me. I figured that we were done and stood up to meet her. Again, I was surprised by the concern on her face.

“If you do decide to talk, give me a call,” she said as she handed me a business card with a number scrawled across it in elegant script. “That’s my personal number and I’ll answer it any time.”

“Um… ok.”

I couldn’t believe it. My boss just gave me her number. She might as well have given me an open invitation to go over after work and fuck like bunnies. It was something I had always wanted but didn’t think I could manage without getting fired. Now, all I had to do is wait a day, call her this weekend to talk about my “problem” and convince her that I need “no strings” companionship to make me feel better.

It wasn’t until I was walking out of the office, pretending to be thoroughly dejected when I realized that my cock hadn’t stirred the entire time we were talking, even when I was fantasizing about the many ways I could fuck her.

I don’t remember ever walking past her without having to adjust myself. Each time I walked out of her office, especially after fantasizing, I usually had a pretty hefty hard on. Instead, I was just as flaccid as when I woke up that morning. Something was very wrong.

When the day finally ended, I was so glad to get out of the office that I nearly hit one of my buddies driving out of the parking lot. I got out and apologized but he waved it off, understanding that something was bothering me. He wanted me to come out with a few of his friends for dinner and a couple of drinks but I really wasn’t feeling up to it so he told me he understood before driving off.

When I got home and had a bite to eat I felt a little better but not much. I still felt hung over and hadn’t had an erection all day. It was beginning to scare me. I decided that a little hair of the dog might do me good so I called up Mike, the guy who wanted me to come out and asked if the invitation still stood. He said they’d already eaten but were drinking at a bar I knew well so I told them that I’d come join them.

I got there around 7:30 PM and didn’t see her until just after 8:00. I had just enough to make me feel better, a nice glass of Glenfiddich, and was coming out of the men’s room when we saw each other. The redhead from the other night stood looking at me with a pleasantly surprised look on her face.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” she cooed in her sultry, bedroom voice.

“I’m out with a couple of friends. Why don’t you join us?”

“I really can’t. I’m here with friends also.” I was about to suggest that our friends get together when she handed me a card in a move to obviously avoid that subject. “Give me a call. I’m free tomorrow.”

She moved away quickly and I figured that she was probably here with a guy she knew. I was a little disappointed until I looked at her card. I didn’t know what I was expecting exactly but her card certainly wasn’t it.

Most business cards I see are simple white cards with a company logo or name and then a full name, business address, phone and fax numbers, and e-mail address. Sometimes there’s a cell or home number but usually, it’s all business contact information.

Her card was as simple as it gets. Her name, Katherine M. Swallows, was printed in plain black letters in the center of a plain white card with a phone number underneath. No business name, no hours, address, e-mail address, or any other information. Even so, it was enough.

That night, I could hardly sleep but when I woke up, I was feeling better. I had something to look forward to and took it easy the night before so I didn’t feel even the least bit hung over. Work was a breeze and I had no problem pitching a tent every time I saw my boss.

I gave Katherine a call as soon as I got off work and she enthusiastically agreed to meet me around eight at The Pier, a seafood place that we apparently both loved. At least she had taste. I showed up just at eight, knowing women were almost always late, and got a table on the back deck, overlooking the water. She arrived about five minutes later.

She had her curly, scarlet hair pinned back artfully in a loose bun with long strands looping down gracefully to frame her face. Her beautiful, voluptuous body was displayed in a designer little black dress that left just enough to the imagination so that she looked classy and sophisticated.

I knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra from the plunging neckline and open back of the dress but her large, plump breasts still seemed to defy gravity. They managed to sway invitingly with her hips as she walked and I got a great view of her cleavage as she sat down. It wasn’t a cold night but as a cool breeze blew in from the water, I watched her nipples stiffen under the light fabric of the dress.

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