Sulphurette, Part II

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Sulphurette, Part IIThe thumping of the club’s music could be heard as soon as he turned the corner of the block. He’d been here many times with his girlfriend—now ex-girlfriend—but it had been a while. A flash of his ID to the bouncer, and he was pushing his way past the heavy, velvet curtains into the main floor of the club.The club was once part of some kind of factory building. It was all open brick, metal girders, and support beams. The bulk of the room was dedicated to a sunken dance floor: more of a pit, really. The DJ was directly across, and the bar along the right-hand wall. An antique, spiral staircase wound up to a balcony made of an open metal grill. It was one of his favorite features of the place: particularly when daring girls in their short skirts would hang out up there giving everyone a nice view down below. The balcony wound around the outer wall, ending at the old main office with its enormous bank of windows looking out over the whole place.At the moment, though, it was hardly the quiet, dignified workplace it had once been. The DJ was spinning some techno / electronica at ear-splitting volume, and a combination of lasers, spotlights, and mood lights created a wildly flashing tapestry of color spinning over every surface. The dance floor was packed with surging bodies grinding against one another and gyrating to the beat.He decided he wasn’t “lubricated” enough for that, and headed over to the bar to get a drink.—Sulphurette Brimstone was the only one up on the balcony that night. She saw the man come in, and her eyes sparkled as she sized him up. He was few inches over six foot tall, slender, and had inky black skin which was iridescent in the multi-colored glow of the club’s lights. His suit was sharp, with a burgundy shirt open a few buttons below the collar, revealing just a bit of his lean chest. His head was shaven, and he had a silver stud in one ear with a gleaming ruby set in it.Grinning, she decided that he was going to be tonight’s prey. Opening her mind to his subconscious, she was titillated by his adventurous sexual imagination. He was most deeply aroused by memories of wild times on a trip to Norway, and her body morphed u*********sly to the very image of Nordic perfection.He was standing at the rail overlooking the dance floor, sipping at his drink. She reversed her mild telepathic flow to gently push the idea of getting a better view from balcony.—Drink in hand, he turned around, looking for a conquest. He hadn’t gotten laid since he’d broken up with his girlfriend, and he was keen to fix that tonight. Despite it being empty, it suddenly occurred to him that there’d be a better view up on the balcony.As he got to the top, he saw that it wasn’t empty after all. A tall woman was leaning against the far wall. She was wearing a huge, baggy hoodie with the hood pulled up over her head. It hung down past her waist, so all he could see was that she had shiny white stockings outlining legs that seemed to go on for miles before finding a pair of stylishly worn-out chucks on her feet. She must have been nearly as tall as he was, and—judging from her legs—built like one of those Norwegian supermodels he’d seen doing a bikini ısparta escort shoot on that trip last summer. Blonde hair streamed out of the hood, framing her pale face. Icy blue eyes matched the pale blue of her lipstick and fingernails.Seeing him crest the stairs, she smiled at him, and nodded toward the door of the old office at the far end of the balcony. With a wink, she crooked a finger at him, and walked over to the door marked “employees only”. Ignoring the sign, she disappeared inside with one last beckoning finger over her shoulder.He’d come to hook up, and this seemed like an excellent opportunity! He eagerly dodged around the unoccupied tables and chairs to follow her into the office. When he had closed the door behind him and turned around, she was right next to him: almost pressed up against him.He was tall, but they were nearly eye to eye. She immediately started kissing him lustily, and it didn’t take long for him to join in. He was a little startled to feel that she must have had her tongue split. But, it was all cool; these crazy chicks with weird body mods were usually super hot in bed. Without breaking contact, she pulled him deeper into the room past dusty chairs, upturned tables stacked on one another, and old sound equipment to arrive at a cleared table near the back of the room. He was getting curious about what was under that huge hoodie, so when she stopped, he reached out to push back her hood.She had *horns*.Two sharp little horns extended an inch or two out of her forehead, and they looked *real*. The nascent bulge in his pants immediately deflated a bit, and he retreated a few steps in confusion, stumbling over something in his haste. Maybe this was taking the body mods a bit far. She held up one finger and reached for the zipper at her throat. In one jerk, she pulled it all the way down and let the hoodie hang open.Underneath, she was wearing silky lingerie in pure white. A lacy bandeau-style bra covered the nubs of her breasts, and a garter belt rode high over her prominent hip bones. The lights from the club below flashed garish colors over the intricate geometric patterns tattooed all over her chest and belly. The garter straps lead down to the tops of the thigh-high stockings covering her endless legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was shaved and compact: just a smooth line in the flesh. A clit ring flashed in the club lights just below the small remaining tuft of yellow hair covering her mound.The horns started to seem like no big deal as all the blood rushed from one head to the other.—Sulphurette could smell his lust from across the balcony as he reached the top of the staircase. He was tall and lean, but still attractively built. She’d used this club before, and knew that no one would bother them in the back room, so she’d already prepared a perfect spot. She could feel the slippery dampness between her legs increase as she beckoned him over.Slipping into the back room, she turned to kiss him hungrily as soon as the door was closed. Her tongue slid into his gasping mouth and savored the wild excitement she could taste on him. His urgency only fueled her own, escort ısparta and she tugged him backward through the cluttered room to the place she’d gotten ready.Then, then damned fool nearly blew it by knocking off her hood before she’d quite gotten him under her spell. She could sense his fear starting to override his lust, so she wrenched open her zipper and flashed her new body with all its long, lean beauty and inky decoration. As one second passed, and then a few more, and she could feel the surge of his ardor returning.Stepping forward, she sank down and snapped open the front of his pants. His cock was long—longer than any she’d had for some time—and thin for the length. Stacking both hands along its length, she slowly took him into her mouth. She heard him moan a few words of encouragement, and she stroked him with long smooth motions while the two forks of her tongue slid up, around, and over the head of his cock in corkscrew motions. She could feel the spongy flesh rapidly harden and lengthen as small drops of fluid started to flow from the tip. —His concerns dissipated as her hot mouth covered his cock. He definitely started coming around on that split tongue as she used it like two slippery fingers teasing and tantalizing his glans. She abruptly stopped, and as he opened his eyes to look down, he could see her sharp, Nordic features looking up at him as she reached into the pocket of her hoodie. A moment later, she had a small bottle in her hand, and she was pouring lube onto his cock. With a few quick movements, he was standing stiffly to attention and glistening in the laser light.Standing, and shrugging her shoulders, the hoodie dropped to the floor, exposing even more tattooed skin all the way up to her shoulders and half-way down her arms. Her delicate frame seemed etherial and unreal; even more so when the huge, leathery wings stretched out behind her. He nearly bolted. This was too much—hotness aside—there had to be a limit… but then she turned around.She leaned over the table—the wings fanned out of the way—and he could see a glistening butt-plug nestled in the pale curve of her ass. It was silver with a ruby set into it: the exactly like his own earring, but a lot larger. The bare slit of her pussy glistened with her juices just underneath. Looking back over her shoulder, she licked her lips and waved her ass sinuously back and forth while she pulled out the plug. Winking at him from her top and her bottom, she crooked a finger at him once more.—She could see that he was completely under her control now as he moved forward to take her. He was obviously experienced with anal play as he absently picked up the bottle of lube and added a little extra to her hole, teasing a finger—and then another—inside her. It was well that she had prepared herself; even so, she could feel the stretch as he placed his cock at her asshole and pushed gently. A few gentle retreats and advances later, he slipped inside.With the right cock, anal was amazing. Long and lean was perfect. She could feel him slowly press inch after inch inside. Reaching between her legs, she slid her finger between her smooth outer ısparta escort bayan lips to find the clit hidden deep inside. Already slick with lube, her fingers began to tease herself in time with his long, slow strokes.She was delighted with this evening’s pick: he was clearly an anal connoisseur. Starting slow, he moved gently a little farther in with each stroke, and then almost all the way back out: adding lube on each stroke until everything was delightfully smooth and slick. Reaching back, she pulled at his butt, urging him to go faster, and thrust harder. Soon, he was pumping deep enough to reach that perfect spot at the end of every thrust. The most delightful bruising started to form deep inside her as her fingers alternated between flicking over the tiny nubbin of her clit, and dipping quickly into her of pussy to reach around to her g-spot. It was good that the music was so loud because she couldn’t control her shrieks from the intense pounding of her ass combined with her own manipulations of pussy and clit.It wasn’t long before she couldn’t restrain herself any longer. With her free hand, she pulled him deep inside while her other hand brought her over the edge. Clenching her ass hard, rippling waves filled her belly while her clit throbbed. Her orgasm was short, but so, so intense.—Being no stranger to anal sex (giving and receiving), the man blessed his good fortune at coming to the club tonight. Not wanting to hurt her, he started slow, but she clearly was no novice either. Before long, he was thrusting wildly as she bore down on him in time with his motion. The tight grip at her opening contrasted with the soft, smooth walls deeper inside. He’d almost never been able to really let go during sex for fear of hurting his parter, but she seemed unconcerned. Then, when she started cumming, she pulled him all the way in: something he’d never seen a girl do before. She seemed infinitely deep: able to take the whole length of him and more. She arched her back, pressing into him hard, and the wings—which he hadn’t noticed for a while—stretched out to their full width and shivered as she froze in ecstasy.It was almost too much for him. When she began to relax, he started to pump again: more gently, but building up the pace again. Just as he was getting close, she tucked in her wings and used them to push him away. Turning about, her eyes glowed red (laser light?), and she sunk down to her knees on her hoodie and grabbed his cock still dripping with lube. Bringing him close, she pumped him furiously with both hands, aiming the tip directly at her open mouth. In moments, he couldn’t hold back, and, with his cry unheard in all the din, let himself go into his own orgasm. Jet after jet spurted out of his cock directly into her mouth. It was long and intense—more than he’d ever cum before—and he couldn’t stop. On and on it went, until he started to get light-headed. He reached down to support himself on a tall amplifier next to him momentarily before slumping down to the floor, u*********s.—Sulphurette tugged her hoodie out from under the prone form, thinking it was too bad that Succubi can’t use the same male more than once every few years. This one would have been amazing to keep around. Tucking her wings, and pulling her hoodie back on, she left him breathing softly under a table in the back room. As she descended the staircase back into the noise and chaos of the club, she smiled at feeling a little tickle of lube leaking down her stocking.

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