Chapter 32 #3
“I’ve been dying to taste you…” Her eyes are slitted and predatory as she looms over me, sharp claws dragging along my bare skin. She sweeps her tongue across fangs that are even longer than usual, then her head plunges between my legs.
Faster than I thought possible, faster than I can comprehend, her lips are at my base, my tip deep in her throat. She hums, and the vibrations surround me, sending my back arching.
“Oh god—” My knees sink toward my ears as she folds me on the table, her long tongue sweeping around my balls as her knuckle presses against my tight rim.
There’s friction at first, then an easy slide.
Fuck, is that slick?! The idea of it alone is embarrassing, but the speed at which she’s pulled it out of me… mortifying.
That thought scatters as she presses her knuckle deeper, and I let out a low moan. Fuck, that feels good, every nerve alight, everything so sensitive…
And then she starts to bob her head around my cock.
I’m a total goner.
A whimper escapes me as I cum, heat pouring down her throat as she sucks and swallows around me. I shake with sensitivity, but she doesn’t stop stroking, and I don’t stop dripping. My cock leaks as her thumb circles my perineum, working my prostate from the outside.
Christine’s knuckle twists into my rim, stretching the tight muscles just enough for me to feel her intrusion—and for it to send me gushing into another climax.
Her tongue wraps my balls, pulling more out of me until she leans back, licking all the way up to my tip. She glides along my sensitive foreskin, and my whole body shakes.
Her knuckle presses in again, and I choke back a scream.
“You’re tight back here,” she purrs, licking her lips. “Don’t tell me you haven’t taken a knot before…”
My stricken, almost fearful expression is enough of an answer, and she chuckles darkly. But as I brace, she eases the pressure, circling her finger around my rim instead. The gentle touch radiates electric pleasure, and I melt back into the desk.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you plenty of time to adjust…” Her tongue slides down over my balls, then drops lower and lower until a sensation like I’ve never experienced seizes my whole body. She swirls her tongue around my rim, stimulating every nerve as she presses both thumbs into my perineum.
My untouched cock throbs hard enough that my foreskin pulls back, revealing the edge of my head, which swells with each press.
The tip of her tongue eases inside. All that gathering pressure springs loose, and I cum hard, cock bobbing in the air as wave after wave of white heat pours down around my shaft.
Christine makes an eager, greedy noise and sweeps her tongue up my length, swallowing it all and sending me right back to the peak of climax.
“Fuck, you taste good…” She drinks from my tip as she massages my perineum and ass, and the flow never stops.
It’s all I can do to stay quiet as she drains me, claiming all the heat that’s been gathering for her.
Her breath hitches, and she gives a long, low moan around my cock, tipping me into one last climax.
Her shaking evens out, and her fingers press into my mouth, soaked with her arousal.
I lick the salty sweetness from her hand, suddenly overcome with thirst, and the perfect flavor sends one last burst of cum through my cock before I shudder and collapse.
Christine breathes just as heavily, and as our senses return to us, only then does she go lock the dressing room door.
She helps me to the attached private bathroom where she washes her hands and finishes cleaning me with her tongue. I’m too dazed to protest as she dabs off the sweat with paper towels and eases me back into my briefs and costume.
When Christine slides down in her chair, I collapse across her chest. The afterglow rises around me, and I float, drifting in that warm, tingling space.
Then it slowly drains away, and my good sense returns.
I push upright, feeling grounded in my body again, and ignore the lingering pleasure in my cock.
Christine regards me coolly from her chair. “Better?”
I take a breath to speak, but there’s a knock at the door.
“Christine? Lana’s ready for you.”
“Shit,” I hiss, ducking into the bathroom.
“See you soon, Mylo.” A smile lilts the quiet words, both promise and threat. Christine answers the dressing room door and leaves.
I shiver as I wait in the bathroom.
When she’s gone, the world turns frigid.
I lean against the cold tile, even as I shake. Some part of me believes that the lower I can get my body temperature now, the longer I’ll be able to go before seeking out Christine again.
Wait, what am I thinking?
Christine can say whatever she wants, but I will not be doing this again.
I... can’t let myself do this again.
It’s too risky. Not to mention horrifically embarrassing.
I wait until the hall is quiet and sneak out shortly after.
This was a onetime thing. A moment of weakness. Now I know what I’m up against, and I can plan accordingly.
I make a promise to myself as I lift my chin and stride back to set.
Never again.