[F4A] Drowning in Pussy

To you the night was going to be a blur, poor thing. Thankfully, one of us is able to recall the events that transpired.

We’d met at the party, two strangers coming together through a combination mutual physical attraction, lowered inhibitions thanks to a couple drinks and the result of a whole work week taking its toll. Not that I’d had a boyfriend, girlfriend or hook-up for weeks now. Sure, toys and hands could do the job but I wanted something real, something I could grab on with my hands and sink my teeth into, something to hold onto at night and whisper sweet nothings with. Someone.

It didn’t take much, you made a flirtatious comment that was more of a joke than in seriousness about wanting to get into my pants -- and I unexpectedly obliged, taking you by the hand and leaning up against your ear so close that my breath could tickle at the rising gooseflesh.

“Come with me,” I coaxed in hushed tone, a promise lining my voice. If it was mistakable, the sultry smile along my face certainly wasn’t nor was the incessant tugging at your hand as I tried to pull you off the wall towards me.

You didn’t put up much of a fight, eyes probably taking the opportunity to survey the curvaceous figure that had finally taken her eyes off of you to drag you along. I practically threw you into my car, giggling at the fumbling as you tried to put on your belt. “Don’t worry, it’s hardly five minutes to my place,” I told you, waving a dismissive hand and stepping in, flashing another toothy grin.

Poor things, doesn’t even know what it’s in for… I thought to myself on the way home. I’d caught myself quite the plaything, only my unsuspecting little plaything didn’t know it yet. A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I pulled into the driveway, telling you that it was nothing as we hurried into the house, the door closing behind us with my hand flashing over a bowl for a second and running up my lips.

The second the pill touched my tongue I propelled my arms around your neck and tugged you in for an inescapable kiss, sending my tongue forth as I shoved the tiny sweet-tasting device down your throat. “Just something to make you taste sweeter,” I chimed innocently, with a finger along your lips before I surged forth to shut you up once more. It wasn’t necessary, but I preferred it when they suspected nothing, the look of shock on their faces… it was too divine to pass up.

A minute of intent kiss, me pressing up, up against the wall with no room to move, allowing your hands to take in the sight of my body and my own holding you in place before it began to take effect. Hardly a moment passed before you slumped down, stitching my face into a leer.

 

I’d cleaned you up and placed you along the bed, stepping into the shower afterwards to clean up myself as well. By the time I returned, your small form seemed to be regaining consciousness. The perfect height, only four inches tall, utterly adorable and just the right size for what I wanted.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” I sang, the towel dropping to the floor to reveal the expanse of what - at least to you - was at least fifty feet tall. I took my time alright, wiggling my ass and swaying to the unheard beat of my thumping heart as I selected a pink pair of panties from the drawer, the lovely decor almost making me squeal in delight as I walked over, my tits with rocks at the summit to enlarge each motion as I stepped closer.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one who said you wanted to get into my panties,” I teased, wrapping my fingers around your minute form.

“Try not to drown or get lost in there,” I warned in a giddy voice, the lascivious look plastered to my face. I simply lowered your form down into the raised panties, only inches - what would be quite a few feet for you - from my voracious maw.

“Have fun,” I called out. The snap followed, your small form flung up against my soaking lips - a soft moan passing through the other pair.

I know I will.

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