Now service me you teenage whore. I spent at least the next hour slurping and sucking, bobbing and stroking this older guys beautiful meaty pole. My ...ussy juices dripped down my thighs. I said I could do this all day. Oh one day you will darling. He grabbed the sides of my head and began unloading globs of his tasty spunk, the taste and enjoyment was so intense I began to feel my pussy clench, I moaned and mewed as I drank down his manly juice, squeezing my thighs together. You love it don't. “I must admit, that gave me some mixed feelings. I was so angry at you for doing that, and even angrier at myself because you made me cum with it.”“Your ass is an erogenous zone. And that sensation I gave you was no different than a finger in your ass, which I know you love. Just much, much bigger.” Lily winked, tasting the mash in front of her. Surprisingly, it was good. “I think if you look, deep down, you’d be surprised what your body likes.”“And how would you know?”“I’m a succubus. I can. I refused, he got mad and tried to order me, I flat out refused. He told me to grow up and wear the thing, it would make me hot. I did not like the implication that I would not be hot otherwise, and that is when he got right into my face and said that. It was all I could do in order to NOT have Bo come out and “Smack some sense into him”. In the end, I said he could wear it by shoving it up his ass and left.I only felt a little bad that night when during a patrol to calm down, I threw a Pitbull. My thing was more about just losing control. So I never pursued those angles. Anyway, one evening I met a woman in her mid 30's. She was about 5'7", thick build, large breasts with red hair and brown eyes. She was not what most guys would call gorgeous. "Cute" would be a more accurate description. We got to talking and somehow, the flirtation began. I am not sure to this day how it turned into a sexual conversation. But we exchanged numbers. Over the next few weeks the texts became more.