When I saw the villain, a shape-shifting femme fatale with ink for blood, I knew I had my next story. She looked like a dominatrix all in black shiny ...eather, and the sexual/BDSM possibilities involving a shape-shifting female were obvious. After I finished watching that episode, titled "Disappearing Inque," this story practically wrote itself. This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that. I feel her tight lips catch the underside of my bulbous head, and her tongue circling me. I run both hands through her hair, gathering it at the back of her head, holding her there as I take over and fuck her beautiful face. Her moans, groans, and the humming vibrations have me on edge and I pull myself from her. “What are you doing? Keep fucking my mouth. Make me gag on you,” she orders. I am not one to argue, but the day’s events, the constant teasing and aching, I am not sure I can take. He was loving Tom’s reaction. ‘Oh, I think you will,’ Hank said. ‘I think you’ll manage.’ ‘I’ll try. But you guys are going to have to make sure I’m well-greased. I want to enjoy those big dicks of yours.’ ‘What’d I tell you, Bob?’ Hank said, downing the last sip of his beer. ‘The k**’s a regular slut. Right?’ ‘Oh Hank! Is that any way to talk about me? Just because I like taking a big dick up my butt. Does that make me a slut?’ ‘You’re a slut!’ Hank teased. ‘Yeah!’ Tom cooed provocatively.. I don’t know why. I know that his sperm is still on my breath. The very first time I tried to kiss him he wouldn’t let me. So the next time he wanted a blowjob, I wouldn’t do it. He wanted to know why and when I told him he agreed to do it if I sucked him off. Sometimes I would keep a tiny bit of his sperm in my cheeks to slide into his mouth. It became a habit and I was going to give him his small deposit then. I wanted to divert him from touching me so I asked him, “Honey, we shouldn’t have.