Succubus: Awakening -1 [F27/ M30-40] [Succubus] [Gloryhole] [Corruption] [Blowjob]

Nina frowned as she looked at her inbox. She seemed to frown with increasing frequency lately. Common assault. Common assault. Indecent exposure. Possession of narcotics without intent to supply. She let out a sigh. Her caseload was drudgery. She'd been a criminal lawyer for a few years now. She was a good criminal lawyer. She had a modest loss rate and then only the really long shot cases. She was one of the younger associates at Milton and Chaucer, and wore a chip on her shoulder that everyone knew about. She'd built a reputation. Hungry, competent, but moody.

She leaned back in her chair and cracked her back. Dissatisfaction crept in, as always at lunchtime. This can't be it though she thought. What else? What else? Is this it?

Nina had struggled with a sense of stability since youth, in multiple aspects of her life. She was raised by a single mother, with whom she had a rocky relationship. She was 27 now but always joked she felt older. Nina was not tall, an odd thumb among her peers at only 5'5 – a bit more in heels which she never neglected to wear.

She had jet black hair which she always cut above shoulder length, pale skin and a gentle face. Most wouldn't call her 'pretty' in this city, but she'd always noticed the tracking eyes of men when she walked past. She had struggled with that – being less conventionally attractive than her peers. She remembered an old hookup had called her 'unremarkable'.

She compensated where she could. Law school. Countless hours in the gym, squats, donkey kicks, deadlifts. She wanted to exude power, more than anything. She kept herself trim, she kept herself presentable. She loathed the idea of being 'unremarkable'. She thought it a paradox that despite being so allegedly plain, she always had a lineup of men hounding after her. She put it down to a weakness of the sex.

The nag of her mothers voice popped up as it always did in her moments of minute despair. Challenging her decisions. Nitpick after nitpick. Lately it had the added insult of asking why she wasn't married, and why no kids. Nina found this a bit rich, as her father was an absentee. She often wondered if her mother's behaviour was the culprit. She knew she herself came across as sullen and always feared she would repeat the cycle.

Nina was settling in to wallow in resentment when she was pulled out by a slap of file on her desk.

“Lunchtime!” Big brown eyes looking down at her. “Let's go hun!”

Morgan was standing at her desk, bright as the morning sun. The yin to her yang had arrived. Morgan was a few years older than Nina. She stood at 5'10 – and also never forgot to wear heels. She had long brown hair which she wore in a bun. She always wore specs, though Nina knew she could certainly afford corrective surgery. Morgan was objectively pretty. She was pretty for this city, Paris, New York, and London. She had the profile of Monica Bellucci in her prime, though you could argue Morgan made her look plain. She was also universally lovely to everyone, and always seemed to have a big dumb smile on her face.

Morgan was also the furthest thing from dumb. Nina calculated it was her way of disarming people. Play nice, then decimate. She was an absolute killer in the courtroom. She took the cases no one wanted, and won. She was one of the most respected senior associates, and only a little older than Nina. She envied her. Physically and professionally. She often found herself eyeing Morgan's bust and wondering if she'd had the girls done. She probably had. Nina never asked. She found herself comparing Morgan's bosom to her own C cups more often than she liked.

She couldn't hold it against her. Morgan was too likeable. She was also probably Nina's only friend.

“What are you waiting for, let's goooooo,” whined Morgan, tippy-tapping impatiently on the spot.

“You are such a child Morgs,” said Nina. She resigned to Morgan's insufferable good nature and started to get up. “I'm coming, I'm coming.”

Morgan beamed and grabbed Nina's hand. Nina hated when she did that. She thought it was unprofessional. It looked like a giantess leading a dwarf out of the office into the street.

Morgan had them seated at a cafe and ordered them coffee. Nina flicked around her phone, Morgan stared at the sky and beamed.

“It's soooo lovely today, isn't it?” she asked. Nina wondered why she didn't have crows feet.

“Yep,” Nina continued her futile flick and scroll, not engaging.

The big brown eyes studying Nina watched quietly, and then narrowed.

Morgan snatched the phone out of Nina's hands.

“Okay, first of all-” Nina started.

“Sweetie you have a problem!” Morgan scolded. “It's so beautiful today and you're just wasting your life on this doohickey! I bet you aren't even doing anything on this. I bet there's not even a single dating app!”

Nina seethed. She was right. There wasn't. She'd quietly shut down that part of her life. Morgan's gaze hadn't left her. She'd seen the sadness. Her eyes softened immediately and her warm demeanour returned.

“I'm sorry babes, I shouldn't have gone there.” Morgan returned the phone to the table and laid a gentle hand on Nina's. “I worry about you. Always,” said the savage lawyer.

How the fuck does she do that? What a gift to switch so quick.

Nina looked up at her. It was always impossible to lie to Morgan. Her big eyes wouldn't allow it.

“You know what I'm like, Morgan,” said Nina. “It's just work and everything. I'll clear up some free 'me' time soon.”

“When?” Morgan queried.

“When I can,” Nina rebuked.

Morgan lifted her left eyebrow. Shifted up in her seat slightly. Her smile still present, but not as dumb as before.

She's so much bigger than me.

“Mmmm, I don't think you're being truthful miss. I think if left to your own devices, you wouldn't ever find time to do anything. I think your misery likes its own company,” Morgan probed. She kept her eyes soft. “Tell me hun,” she pressed. “When's the last time you went on a date?”

Nina didn't bother lying. She hated that question. She knew the truth would be blaring from her face. The exasperation and weariness. This is why she felt so old.

“Haven't dated since Tim,” Nina said flatly.

Morgan's second eyebrow went up.

“That was two years ago,” Morgan asserted.

“Three.”

As beautiful as Morgan was, she looked amusing to Nina when she displayed genuine surprise. She had such a ridiculous look on her face which Nina met with her own, flat and weary.

“No sweetie that's not okay,” Morgan recovered. “No, no, no. A girl has needs. You've hooked up at least since then right? Tell me you have! Ohhhh my god that's why you're so gloomy! Oh it makes so much sense! I know exactly what you need...”

Morgan went on, and on. Nina embraced old sour feelings. She'd left her old boyfriend after she'd found him hoarding terabytes of pornography. She had a cursory look at his stash. All women that looked like bimbos, fake tits, lips, asses. Tall. It stoked her feelings of inadequacy like nothing before it. It also shamed her that it took her so long to discover. She hadn't told anyone else about this, not even Morgan. She hadn't bothered with hookups, or dates after that. She didn't have the energy.

Morgan slapped her hands down on the table and looked at Nina with mirth. “Sweetie, I know what you need,” she beamed. “And I want you to hear me out before you say no.”

Nina nodded.

“You need dick,” stated Morgan with a broad smile.

“Of course.”

I'm so tired.

“No, no, no, no look!” stammered Morgan. “You have a basic biological need. That is: a good fucking every so often. If you don't get it, you get all sorts of bad health outcomes. The doctors say it shortens your life! The more sex you have, the happier you are – and if you've been without it for three years... Well...”

Nina looked at the big, beautiful, good natured woman gesticulating like a crazy person, and could only feel a ridiculous warmth towards her. She humoured her.

“Okay Morgs, where am I getting the dick? I'm not getting on the apps again,” Nina insisted.

Morgan's eyes were saucers. “I've got something better!” Morgan chirped. “Do you know, what a gloryhole is?”

That got a laugh out of Nina. She really did love Morgan. She'd ripped her out of her misery spiral like always. She allowed herself a few seconds of laughter and stopped to see Morgan, not laughing at all.

“There's one off Slater St,” stated Morgan, matter of fact. “At the sex shop.”

“You're mad Morgs.”

“Am I?” questioned Morgan. “Think about it sweetie. Dick on demand. Anonymous. Never have to see the guy again. You can dip in, get it out of your system, and disappear.”

Nina had talked candidly with Morgan about sex a few times. She knew she got around a bit. Nina saw nothing wrong with that. She knew that she'd had a few threesomes in the past. This didn't really faze her. Morgan was a big personality, it stood to reason she had a large sexual appetite.

This was next level though. She could never imaging her Morgan engaging in illicit gloryhole activities.

“Morgan, I'm a professional!” Nina hissed, scared now that someone would hear them.

“So am I,” Morgan smiled.

Nina's head filled with involuntary images of Morgan and random cocks. Random dirty cocks plugging her perfect lips, seed dripping from her mouth onto her ample tits...

Nina shook her head. What the fuck? She looked up to see Morgan eyeing her. The smile still on her face, but a bit...different.

“Here's the deal hun,” Morgan began. “I'm a professional. I'm a well known professional. I think I'll make partner in a couple of years. I also love cock. So I get down to the gloryhole a couple times a month. Guess what? No one knows. I don't know the guy I'm sucking, and he doesn't know me. I wear glasses and a hoodie to get in. Bada bing, bada boom.”

Noting Nina's silence, she continued.

“I'm also your friend, and I care about you. I'm worried about your lack of sexual contact. I'm worried that it's been zero for way, way too long. I also know that if I leave it to you, you'll probably never explore that part of yourself again!” Morgan continued. “So here's the deal. I think, it would be just great if you got down there and did whatever with some random dick. You don't have to have sex or anything. Just jerk it off, suck it if you want and then get out. I guarantee, you'll feel better.”

Morgan studied Nina's empty gaze, and licked her lips.

“I know you won't move without incentive hun, so here it is,” Morgan played her trump card. “I know with a fact, I will be made partner in a couple years. Just put it down to my charm.”

“If you do this, and do it tonight,” Morgan leaned forward. “When they pull me up, I'll make you senior associate.”

Morgan leaned forward even more.

“Then partner within a year.”

Nina had known Morgan long enough to know this wasn't a dumb joke. The smile on her face had diminished. Her posture was iron. She was all business right now. Morgan wasn't cruel either. She wouldn't dangle this in front of Nina. But why did she want her to do this, of all things?

'Morg, why-” Nina began, before Morgan cut her off.

“Because I care about you, and I want you to thrive, but I think I need to push you.” Morgan said, plainly. “Sweetie, I am dead serious. I think this will be good for you, and if you do it, you'll be so much happier. Then, we're gonna go even further!”

Nina was gobsmacked. This was Morgan. Sweet, beautiful Morgan who'd always looked out for her. She had no reason to be deceitful. She never got a kick out of being a bitch. Nina mulled quietly. Was Morgan right? Would this be good for her?

Partner.

“How do I prove it?” asked Nina.

“Ummm, take a selfie while you're there with some cum on your shirt. No face of course.” Morgan replied with her sweet smile.

“Ugh, Morgs, so gross!” said Nina.

“Burn the shirt afterward,” replied Morgan. She was already scribbling down the address, as though she knew Nina's decision. “Anyway, do or don't, I'll still love you either way.” She gave the napkin with the address to Nina.

Nina picked up the napkin and felt it gingerly in her hands. It felt heavy.

Why do my hands feel so small?

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That evening...

Nina told herself she never struggled with big decisions, when the payoff was large enough to steer it. It was 11pm and she was parked at the sex shop. Her BMW in stark contrast to the other beat up cars parked here. She thought this was ridiculous and terrifying. Morgan's testimony, and the thought of her offer, were the only things keeping her here.

She had put an old hoodie on over her work clothes and put on sunglasses in preparation. She was sure she looked like an idiot.

Just get it over with. Get in. Get the picture. Bail.

A brisk power-walk took her from her car to the front desk. She even tried to change her voice a bit when talking to the clerk.

The clerk, a man perhaps in his 50s with a generous belly and patchy beard, gave a chuckle when she asked where to go.

“First time? Ain't no shame in it hun. It's just a bit of fun!” he'd jibed.

Nina hated him.

She found herself in the booth. A small cubicle. The walls black. Dubious stains indicated either previous use today, or historical poor cleaning. Porn was playing somewhere, she could hear the fake moans and grunts.

At about waist height, there was a hole in the wall. She found herself wondering how many cocks had been stuck through there. She mourned her standards for hygiene.

Fucking really, Morgan? Really?

Nina grappled with reason. Morgan was right to say it had been forever since she'd had sexual contact. She was right to say it was making her moody. Maybe she did need something to break the cycle. She felt very warm in the booth and relieved herself of the hoodie, standing in her work clothes.

She couldn't take her eyes off the gloryhole.

She recalled the guffaw of the clerk “knock when you want a cock darlin!”

She hated him.

She buried her face in her hands. She slapped herself in the face several times and looked up. Big exhale.

Alright let's just make a cock cum and leave.

She knelt down.

Morgan, you bitch.

She positioned herself in front of the hole, knocked and waited. The clink of belt buckle and rustle of jeans she could hear from the other side.

She gulped and swallowed her spit – then mentally chastised herself – maybe she should leave some spit in her mouth? Maybe it would help the taste?

She could feel her heart pounding into her throat and a bead of cold sweat run down her back. She was staring at the gloryhole; a deer in its abyssal headlight.

Suddenly something pink and fleshy unceremoniously flopped through.

Shock replaced dread as she saw the cock. How casually it had been slapped in front of her.

This guy could well be a regular. She felt a tinge of judgment flare in her.

It was an average looking penis, at least based on her experience. Flaccid, a few inches. Maybe he was a grower? At least It was clean. The base even had no hair. She found herself musing whether the stranger had shaved for this occasion. A smile threatened her lips.

A clearing of throat on the other side and an impatient jiggle from the soft cock ripped her from her daydream. How long had she been staring? She steeled herself and slowly brought her face to the member.

You can do this Nina. This is nothing compared to your day job. You manage useless dicks all the time. Prove it to yourself.

It didn't smell bad. It even looked clean. Another big exhale and she shuffled forwards. She allowed the tip to connect gently with her lips. A thousand warring thoughts still in her head.

Is this really okay? This is ridiculous. I don't belong here. I'll just spit on my pants and make it look like cum. Ahhh, I can't be such a fraud! I can't lie to Morgs...Surely it's ok to fake this...

“Oh, what are you waiting for! Get on with it” rang a voice. Piercing. Loud. Nails on a chalkboard. It came from...above...or inside? A female voice. A voice that couldn't have been the guy in the other stall. Who else was here?

A deep, roiling energy rose in her groin and crackled like an electric whip through her core. She felt something like glass shattering inside her. Her head felt like it had been flooded with a heavy musk. Everything felt hot and wet. Her heart rate slowed from a hummingbird patter to a heavy, paced, thud. She could hear herself breathing in pants. Her vision went funny, the peripheries all dark with a red haze in the middle.

What was this? Was she having a stroke? Did strokes feel this good?

The saliva she had discarded earlier had returned and doubled. The cock was still in front of her, and she had a rampant urge to welcome it. She felt herself grab it with a fervour she'd never had before. Taking the limp dick into her mouth, she began moving her head back and forth.

Nina was not the biggest fan of blowjobs. She'd give one every so often as a token. She wasn't what anyone would call particularly good at them either. It was a menial task that she knew men liked, but could never really pay dividends. Therefore a low yield pursuit. She didn't get a dopamine hit like she'd been told some women do. So why was it now so pleasurable?The rapid hardening of the cock in her mouth fed a visceral fire in her. Excitement leaped through her and she could feel a growing moistness to her pussy.

'Unnnhhhnh!' an involuntary muffled moan escaped her. For a moment the cock slipped out of her mouth. It was standing fully to attention now, glistening with her mouth juices. Nina could appreciate it now. It wasn't particularly big, or small. A truly mediocre penis – but so alluring all the same. It pulsed only an inch from her face, turgid with its owners anticipation. Each futile throb was mesmeric to her. She wanted to touch it, please it, own it.

What was this feeling? She couldn't have been drugged. Had she been hypnotised? Impossible. The machinations of her reasoning worked feebly against the now bellowing engine of her lust.

She clamped her mouth onto the cock again and restarted her motions. It felt at the same time comforting and exciting, like it was meant to be in her mouth.

'Unnnnhhhhmmmmm!' she moaned again. Her pussy started to sop gently through her panties.

She could hear light moaning from the other side too now. Quiet grunts and expletives. The man was trying to match her rhythm and hump her mouth. This pleased her.

It didn't matter what he was doing. Her mouth was wrapped on cock and that's what mattered. She needed to pump, and lick and swirl her tongue around the swollen cockhead.

'F-fuck!' from the other side, and three knocks on the wooden panelling.

Nina didn't really hear it. She was busy. She did however, feel the pulsing jets of cum leap into her mouth. Two pulses, three, then a strong fourth followed by a weaker few as the cock sputtered out. It was salty, savoury. As it settled in her mouth she felt something else. The crackling sensation came back. Surging she felt it spread from her core again, to her fingertips and behind her eyes. She lost vision and fell backwards, the cock detaching from her mouth.

'Ahhhhhh f-fuckkk!,' she shrieked. The energy jolting around inside her almost stealing her capacity to think. She'd never felt like this before. She felt her consciousness slipping. She felt herself fall backwards. Her vision narrowed to a close, and everything went white.

Nina opened her eyes. She was on the floor. She could see again. She felt normal - ish. The electric feeling had gone. She still felt warm and a bit hazy. Nina looked down at her shirt. The cum had spilled out of her mouth and stained it thoroughly.

It's drying. How long was I out? What the fuck just happened?Who was that voice?

She looked at her soiled shirt and sighed. At least we got what we came for.

She reached for her phone and opened her camera, ready to take a photo from the neck down so she could get out of there. The camera opened to her face. She saw her lipstick – ruined. She saw spit and dry cum staining the corners of her mouth and chin. She couldn't look away. It wasn't shock, nor disappointment that she felt looking at her face and mouth - stained with illicit sex. A strange feeling. Not pride. Not even lust.

Power.

Nina traced her finger along the angle of her mouth and gently pushed some of the semen into her mouth. Her tongue explored. She felt that startling sensation again. Much, much weaker than before but unmistakable. Her fingertips tingled, her vision throbbed. And then it was gone.

Nina saw herself as a very logical, rational woman. None of what just happened was logical or rational. She had never had an auditory hallucination act as an aphrodisiac. She had never had a seizure from giving a blowjob. She had never looked at herself with spit and cum all over her face and felt good.

She didn't understand, but she couldn't deny how she felt. A pause. Logic grappling with baser needs.

Maybe I really just needed some sexual contact. Maybe Morgan was right. This could just be what it's like to have some fun after so long.

She realised that she was still playing with the ejaculate on her face. A big sigh. I'm probably just really, really horny.

“Fuck.”

She slumped, and looked at her watch. Eleven forty-nine. She'd been out for 5 minutes or so.

She realised her panties were also soaked.

She found herself staring at the hole in the wall again, but a bit differently this time. This time there was no fear. This time she found her hand creeping into her crotch. Nina's pragmatic mental cogs started turning. She decided she enjoyed what had happened. She decided she'd come to no harm. Therefore, if she did it again it would just be round two – wouldn't it?

She sidled up to the hole again, tongue licking the corner of her mouth. Gazing in, she knocked.

She waited. She could only hear the distant slaps and moans of old pornography. Then footsteps. Rustling, belt coming undone. The anticipation welled in her. Her groin started to ache.

What came through the hole put the first member to shame. It was already erect. And it was big. It was bigger than anything Nina had seen in her own love life. She estimated 9 inches, maybe more. Tan foreskin retracted partially over the shining head. The cock pointed almost straight up, pulsing with latent energy.

Nina felt the haze drop over her again and she made to grab at her new toy with both hands. Suddenly her new friend pulled his back and out of the hole, replacing it with his hand.

'Tit' his disembodied voice demanded.

Her hand resting on her cunt almost formed a claw at the denial, ready to strike. A wave of anger, outrage surged in her now before she caught herself.

What the fuck? Slow down Nina. You are not a mutt in heat. Pull it together!

She tried to regain composure and look at the problem at hand. This guy wanted to play with her breasts. Was she opposed to this? Not entirely. She'd already taken a strange load in the mouth. No one would identify her based on a boob. Really there couldn't be any harm. She realised with frustration she sounded like Morgan. She made a mental note to get a throat swab done the next day.

She pulled her shirt off with slightly more urgency than she usually did getting undressed. She noted her breasts and how they looked unusually snug in her bra. She unhooked it, and her tits sprang out. Sitting freely she realised her breasts were fuller. There was a weight and roundness to them she hadn't previously appreciated. Or maybe she was just clouded from her little episode.

Nina shook it off. Another big exhale. She'd let this guy play with her tits, whatever. Then she could suck his cock like a cheap whor-

Okay, what the actual fuck. She caught herself once more. Way too pent up, way too horny. I need to schedule in some regular sex so this doesn't happen, ever again.

Kneeling, Nina cautiously placed her right breast in the man's impatient hand. His fingers immediately went to work exploring and kneading. She found her nipples, responded by hardening and mimicing his cock – pointing straight up.

'Unnnnhhh yesss,' Nina allowed a moan. It felt good. She enjoyed this. She needed this more often. Her eyes closed to sink into the bliss. Her hand slipped into her panties and felt how sodden she was. Her clit pulsed. She treated it with gentle circles.

She felt a sudden warm wetness on her nipple and opened her eyes. He was sucking on it! Strange lips had wrapped around her perky pink nipple and were suckling energetically. The man grunting all the while. Thee rhythmic sound of clothes shuffling letting Nina know he was giving his cock a tug with similar gusto.

Nina felt warm. A marvelous comforting feeling had erupted all over her, like she was being wrapped in a massive blanket. Her eyes rolled back as she massaged her pussy. Her panties now completely saturated. Her nipples seem to pulse and grew painfully hard.

The sounds on the other side grew louder. The man's grunting had grown more ragged; its tempo increased. Something told her he was approaching climax. A sense she couldn't quite name. It was almost as if she could feel his orgasm building, climbing to the point of no return. This man could not be trusted to save his seed for her mouth.

Nina leapt up, ripping her breast from his mouth. 'Cock!,” she screeched at his now slack mouth. Her voice had a raw, feral quality. 'Cock, now!.'

Was that me?

The slack mouth was swiftly replaced by the glorious member Nina was waiting for. 'Oh, very nice work babe. Have you been working on that for me? Oh, you darling,” she heard her mouth speak. “Now let me finish off that naughty cumcannon!” The dirty talk coming out of her was unprecedented. It wasn't her at all. But it was her.

Nina licked her lips, and satisfied with the lubrication, planted them firmly on the cockhead. She felt bliss once again as it slid in, as did its owner, as he let out a shuddering moan from the other side. She worked up and down, with one hand giving the base gentle squeezes, whilst the other rubbed her clit into oblivion. This was the way to pleasure and take pleasure - somehow she knew. She knew this was the best way to flick her tongue, the best way to stimulate his shaft and would get the most seed out of his balls. Instinctual knowledge had come to her and she bathed in it.

She was loving it now. She increased her pace. Sucking, and letting out soft moans to goad him further.

Three knocks sounded on the panel. It was time. Nina detached herself from the cock as it started to erupt. Thick ropes flew out and struck her face, splattering her cheeks and mouth. The cock bouncing freely as it ejected. Nina leaned back, palms flat on the floor and arched, allowing it to spray her with all it had. She felt rivulets of cum flow from her face, down her tits and creep onto the top of her panties. She found herself wondering how long this stud had saved up for.

Did he save it just for me? Impossible, but she felt satisfied with the thought. It made her feel powerful.

She felt it again. The crackle in the deep. The surge of energy through her. She breathed slowly. Not this time. She would stay awake this time. Her vision grew narrow again, and she felt how easy it would be to slip away. She grit her teeth and breathed deep into her belly.

No, no, no! Not this time!

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle. Throb. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.

And then it went. And she was still awake. Awake, and felt simply amazing. She felt like she could do anything. She was alert, charged and supreme.

She looked down at herself. Shirtless, covered in a stranger's semen. Gobs of it on her face, with streaks across her bare bosom and torso. Yet she felt no shame. She felt like she should, and found its absence puzzling.

She stood up and assessed her panties. The black silk was polluted by the secondhand cum tsunami, mingling with her own juices. Her clit swollen and visibly protruding from the fabric.

What the fuck is the deal with today? Why am I standing in a gloryhole booth covered in jizz and feeling fine? Perhaps there's nothing wrong at all...Maybe this is okay? It definitely feels okay...Morgan...

A small logical voice sounded in her head. It was well past time to leave. It was time to tell Morgan she'd done the thing, and claim her winnings and be done with it. For whatever reason, it seemed a weak argument now. A feeble, little voice, not really worthy of her attention. Was she really done? Yes she'd done what she'd been asked, and then some – but Nina was more, and she knew it. She always rose above. She always performed better than expectations. Of course, who was going to know what she did here?

Nina chuckled and gave herself a light shake, her tits flinging specks of seed onto the walls of the booth.

“Let's make it an even three boys!” she boldly announced, rapping on the booth.

She heard rustling from the otherside and some harsh muffled words. An argument? Then more shuffling and the unzip of pants.

Her third friend had arrived.

His offering could only be described as modest. He was fully erect on entering the hole. Nina was saluted by three inches...at a stretch. At its base, an unkempt mess of hair. This was a far cry from her previous specimens. She stood with her hands on her hips and stared. Was this really what she was doing tonight? Jerking off some dirty, substandard cock that probably couldn't get laid by itself? She looked at her watch, the clothes on the floor. Perhaps it was time to call it.

“Finish what you've started!” A thunderclap. Sharp, piercing once again the voice rang out. Feminine but resonant and imperial. A command? A challenge? But from whom?

Nina straightened up. She prepared for the feeling and felt the rush once again. Heat, a light searing, but at the same time wetness. A sensual cocktail, she could appreciate now. She sipped at it from within. She could handle it this time. She could listen, she could consider, and she could execute.

I'm not hallucinating. I'm here and I'm awake. I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

The voice was right. She knew who she was. She finished what she started, anonymous or no.

She looked at the cock once more. It was tense and desperate. She could fit the entire thing in her mouth if she wanted to. Swish her tongue around it and have it's cumload with ease. She could do that, or...

A devilish thought flitted into her mind and made her smirk. Lucky last, she thought.

“How would you like some pussy tonight darling?” she cooed at the floating cock. Her voice came out like velvet. It was smooth, sensual and promising. Nina wasn't sure she'd ever made it sound so sexy before. “How about a nice warm pussy for that cock? I bet you're all worked up huh, baby?”

That did it. The stranger started visibly thrusting against the hole. Precum beading and flowing from his cock into silvery strings. She thought she heard nonsensical babbling from the other side. Nina guessed he was high on something.

It's fine. I can do this. It's completely, totally fine. I'll just have fun and sort it out tomorrow. It's SO fine. We have 2026 medicine, just do it Nina.

She pushed her sticky panties to one side, exposing her slick pussy and throbbing clit. In a fluid motion, quite alien to her, she swung her left leg up against the panel wall and guided the aching penis into her vagina. A howl from the other side as it went in, and more babble.

Nina didn't think this particular cock would do much for her. But she could feel it, and it felt great. It felt lively and writhing inside her. Like a wicked tongue, lapping at her walls. Her pussy leaked even more, covering it in a thin layer of cream.

She decided to move, and bounced her ass off the panel, grinding away at the cock. Pleasure came like a flood. Her clit throbbed like it was going to burst. Waves of warmth spread through her loins and upwards. Her head filled with a lovely musk again.

It isn't even that big! Why does it feel so good? What the fuck is going on?

“Ohhh fuck baby! Y-yes, give me that big cock! Pump it into my pussy! Give it to me! Give it to Nina!,” screeched the voice from Nina's mouth. “I own your cock! I own your cum! I own you! Give it to me!”

I'm saying this. It's me.

She was slamming her ass against the wall in a frenzy. Any witness would have attested she was a seasoned pornstar. The owner of the cock had gone mute. His offering alone being pumped by Nina's exertions. Nina continued, her pace increasing, her intensity merciless. The slap of her booty on wood, a frenzied metronome.

“Your cock is mine! Your cum is mine! You belong to me!” Nina raved, her voice clarion and piercing. Her hips worked like a piston. “Now surrender your seed, you filth!”

At her words, the stranger's balls convulsed. Hot cum shot into Nina's yearning pussy. Thick, and copious. Nina felt his release with a simultaneous jolt through her nethers. His cock twitched and poured into her, semen leaking out through the slit between their sealed genitals. Nina exhaled. This was unreal – her body was aflame. Burning, searing, heat and pleasure.

She could feel her body going limp once again. Slight dread filled her. Had she bitten off more than she could handle?

The strangers cock, flaccid and completely spent flopped out of her sopping pussy. Nina reeled. Every nerve ending on fire. Vision blurred and flickering. She fell once more onto the sticky booth floor.

Again...

Nina sat in her car. She was exhausted but wired. Coming to terms with the events of tonight would have to wait, she needed a shower and a drink. Her clothes were a mess and she cursed at the fact that cum would likely be leaking out of her onto her leather seat.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she lamented. “Why the fuck did I take it so far? Why the fuck did I do it in the first place?” She furiously tapped on her phone and brought up Morgan's contact. “Fucking Morgan!” She hit call.

Morgan answered almost immediately. “Babes!” she trilled. “Soooo, what are we up to?”

“I did it,” Nina responded flatly. “All done”

A few seconds of silence. “Good,” responded Morgan, not an ounce of surprise in her voice. “I'm very proud of you hun.”

Nina was a little taken aback by the flatness of her response, but dismissed it given the general oddities of the night. “Can I come over? I need a shower and you're closer than home.”

“Absolutely,” responded Morgan. “Come straight away babes. I'll have a drink out for you too.”

Nina exhaled. She hung up. She looked at her cum-stained clothes and chewed her lip. She'd not taken a picture but this should suffice as proof. She chewed her lip harder. Something had happened tonight. She knew she wasn't insane - she was too smart to be insane. Something had happened. An explanation was owed.

Morgan. Morgan was involved. Somehow.

Nina needed to have answers. She decided to waste no time, speeding away from the sex shop.

She realised driving down the freeway that it was a full moon that night, the sky unusually absent of cloud or smog for her city. She hadn't looked up on exiting the store, in her hurry to get out of there.

Had she looked up however, she may have notice a strange figure in the sky, suspended above where she'd parked. It had been deadly still for some time. It was large. Humanoid in frame but had what anyone looking would describe as wings. Too big to be a bird, but winged nonetheless, and a large prehensile tail. It wasn't flying, it was floating. Birds don't float. Very, very still. Very quiet.

It watched her drive away, the last of a stifled cackle on its breath.