I walked down the dingy alleyway, checking all the numbers on the doors. Half of them didn't have numbers anyway. I was dressed in my best suit, such as it was, and I was doing my best to look like an educated professional. It was hard, though, when I could see two dogs having sex a couple feet from me.
What kind of company would have offices here? I thought. But, hey, I was in no place to judge. My apartment had a similar alley right behind it.
Finally I got to the door. It looked like all the others, just a steel door set in bricks, but it was undeniably the right one. I knocked on it nervously.
After a couple seconds, the door opened, and a hulking figure stepped into the doorway. I didn't really know what to make of this person: he was dressed head to toe in something that looked sort of like a burqa, but with a more elaborate hat. He was also probably 6 foot 6 at least, and even through the burqa I could clearly see that he was extremely muscular. His arms were crossed over his chest, displaying a set of brass knuckles to show he was absolutely not fucking around. I noticed, too, that his chest was a little weirdly shaped. I could have sworn those pecs looked abnormally globular...
"Name?" demanded the figure. His voice sounded weird, deep but soft, almost melodic, but clearly threatening.
"Uh, I think I might have the wrong---" I stammered.
"Just tell me your name," he said impatiently, looking around.
"Jimothy Rabinowitz."
The figure nodded and stepped aside to let me in. I couldn't believe it, this was the place? Had I answered a help-wanted ad from the mob or something?
The room inside was at least pretty clean. There wasn't much in it, just a chair and a small table, I guess where Hulk sat. There was another door on the other side of the room. Hulk shut the door right behind me and sat down, picking up a paperback that looked preposterously tiny next to his giant frame.
"Go on in, Kally will direct you on where to go." His voice was even weirder without so much edge to it, almost like...
Then Hulk removed the complicated hatlike apparatus, and I realized immediately that he was really a she! Like a flash, I realized I was looking at an extremely attractive woman. Her face was angular and vaguely exotic. Those oddly shaped pectoral muscles weren't pectoral muscles at all, they were in fact large breasts, squished down with what must have been a very restrictive sports bra. Her straight black hair was done up in a bun, but a couple strands fell down into her face, somehow making her look even cuter. What's more, she was no normal woman either: her inky black eyes, red skin, and small goatlike horns marked her for none other than a succubus.
I gaped at her for a few seconds. She noticed me staring right away. "What, ain't you ever seen a succubus before?" She said with a smirk.
In fact, I hadn't. At least not in the flesh. "Uhm, no, sorry, I was just a little surprised, I thought you were a man."
She didn't seem offended at all by my poor manners, just kept smirking and started reading her book.
---
I should explain, since not every reader knows the history of succubi. They just showed up one day, naked, out in the streets of major cities. People had no idea what to do with them at first, it was sort of a shock to get direct confirmation of the existence of heaven and hell in this fashion. Occultists around the world tried to find explanations, and the only message -- repeated thousands of times on ouija boards and scrying mirrors -- stated that the succubi were forced out of Hell "due to a change in zoning codes". No elaboration was forthcoming. It appeared the succubi were here to say.
I won't get into the theological implications that came about, or the effects on history and culture. Really it was less profound of a change than you might think, in the long term. In the short term though, the results were immediate and catastrophic. Some people thought the succubi must be exterminated, others noticed how humanlike they were (and the fact that they spoke human languages already) and decided they were people and needed protection. Wars were fought, progroms were run, and of the million or so succubi that emerged, less than half survived those first few years.
In time, things settled down, partly because people came to understand succubi better and wrapped their heads more around it.
Succubi are female sex demons. As you might expect, while they come in all shapes and sizes, they are without exception more attractive than any human female, and have unquenchable libidos. Their other defining characteristics are their black hair, pure black eyes with no whites, horns, sharp teeth, and slender prehensile tails. There are other things about their anatomy which distinguish them from humans, but these are the most visible. They are mortal, and they reproduce asexually, through a process that scientists still don't understand (partly because succubi consider it very taboo to talk about it). Nobody has ever seen a succubus child or a succubus who looks very old.
It turns out that myths of succubi were due to their ability to appear briefly to copulate with men at night. While succubi do require human semen as their food source, they are also capable of all the tenderness and love that humans are. Many people, in fact, had secret relationships with succubi. The myth that succubi suck mens' life force away through their semen was started by men who used it as an excuse for why they were never interested in having sex with their wives, once their demonic mistresses were discovered.
When they first appeared, some succubi were lucky enough to already have boyfriends, and they could finally be united permanently with their lovers. Others were not so lucky, and almost all of them turned to either prostitution or pornography in order to survive. Not that they saw anything wrong with that, but it didn't help their reputation. Even after things simmered down and succubi were extended human rights (now called humanoid rights), they were still excluded from many things and faced threats or harassment if they showed their faces in public. It was extremely rare to see succubi outside of porn films, even thirty years after succubi first emerged, which is when our story begins.
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I gulped and looked back at the door in front of me. She-hulk seemed uninterested in talking any more. I pushed open the door gingerly, wondering what the hell I could expect from an organization that employed a succubus security guard.
The room on the other side was a small waiting room with a few chairs, and a big desk with a "welcome!" sign behind it. The walls were all painted a pastel pink that I found calming. There were empty entranceways to some other room on either side of the desk, and some potted plants.
Sitting at the desk, though, was an incredible sight. She was a succubus, and of course her looks could not be done justice to with my meager writing skills. Suffice to say, her hair was about shoulder length, and tucked behind her ears. Her face was impossibly beautiful, and she was intently reading her magazine with her elbows on the table. She looked like she was in a good mood. She was slender and petite, but her breasts were relatively large, probably a little bigger than a handful each I thought. They were showcased by a tight form-fitting pinstripe shirt, the top three of whose buttons were un-done. I doubted she could have buttoned them if she tried. Her skin was bright scarlet.
As soon as I opened the door, she looked up at me and smiled.
"You're Jimothy?" she said in a high, chipper voice.
I was even more stunned than before. She-hulk might have been attractive, but her clothing had still obscured her body. This succubus, meanwhile, was showing it all off. She seemed not at all annoyed by me staring, in fact, after a few seconds of no response she giggled and stood up.
"My sayname is
The rest of her was just as amazing as the top half. She wore a pencil skirt fastened around her waspish waist, that stopped about halfway down her succulent thighs. A small hole was poked in the back right above her cute little butt for her thin tail to go through. Her legs were long, but she was still pretty short. She wore sneakers.
I dumbly followed her through what looked like a small office. The whole time I could focus on nothing besides the tail that swayed behind her. It reminded me of a cat's tail, waving back and forth. I was also distracted by her butt, naturally. It was clear she knew I was looking and didn't mind at all. I quickly got a boner.
I did, however, catch some glimpses of other succubi sitting at desks, apparently working. They were also dressed in revealing office wear. The office itself was pretty standard and bland. There were no windows.
She stopped at a door and knocked on it softly. "Margaret, Jimothy is here!"
"Let him on in," came a female voice from inside. Kally opened the door and held it open for me, smiling pleasantly. I noticed at that point that she was definitely not wearing a bra.
I gulped and stepped through the doorway into a small office. One side was dominated by a bookshelf and the other by a filing cabinet. In the center was a big wooden desk with a desktop computer and a few piles of papers and various office supplies on it.
Seated at that desk was an absolute bombshell of a succubus. Her horns were much bigger than the others I'd seen; I had read that this was a sign that she was dominant in her social group. Her hair was long and went straight down her back. Her skin was very pale white. She wore a black blazer and a white shirt, both of which seemed to struggle to contain her massive breasts. Each one looked like a cantaloupe shoved in to her shirt. She might have been dressed modestly compared to Kally, but it would be impossible for her to really dress modestly with such a figure. She was looking seriously at her computer with a piece of paper in her hand, which I assumed was my resume.
"Have a seat Jimothy, and we'll start the interview. My sayname is
The first part of the interview was pretty standard for an I.T. support job. I'd done carbon copies of it 100 times before. I did my best to look at her deep black eyes and not her boobs or her horns, and I think I mostly succeeded. I also did okay at the interview, considering the circumstances.
At last the time came.
"Now, do you have any questions for me, Jimothy?" She asked, leaning back.
I had been waiting for this for the entire interview. "Um, yes, so, what is this place?"
"We don't really have a name yet, but you might call us a kind of succubus rescue organization. As you might know, succubi are very often victims of heinous crimes. Almost 20% of succubi are slaves at this very moment, and more are seriously exploited or in abusive relationships. We are a charitable organization, chartered to provide a safe place where succubi to go to get out of those kinds of situations. We give them free housing and legal help, and we connect them with sex service companies that will not abuse or exploit them."
I raised my eyebrows. "H-how do you--"
She anticipated my question, of course. "We have a deal with a sperm bank. It's not ideal, since the sperm isn't fresh, but it is enough to sustain us."
I leaned back in my chair. I'd always been a liberal when it came to the 'succubus question', and I was impressed that such an organization existed.
"Well, I'd be happy to work here, ma'am," I said, trying my best not to let on how excited I would be to work in an office full of succubi, "if you'd have me, that is."
She nodded matter-of-factly. "We would, I think. But there is another thing that we need to discuss." She pushed away from her desk and stood up.
I saw her whole form as she walked around her desk. Her blazer turned out to stop halfway down her torso, leaving just the thin, tight fabric of her shirt to cover her flat tummy. It was clear she had a flawless hourglass shape, with wide, high hips that belied a truly magnificent bubble butt. Her legs were encased in tight slacks and she strutted them with supreme confidence.
She stopped directly in front of me. "Jimothy, all your coworkers will be succubi, and most of them are single." She knealt in front of me, looking me straight in the eyes. My mind raced and my dick attained a rare level of hardness.
"And, well, without fresh cum, we tend to get pretty horny. I guess we're kinda horny anyways, hehe." She ran her hands up my thighs and went up to grab my belt. I could smell her fragrant pussy, more pungent than a human's. It was intoxicating.
"It can get kind of distracting. Sometimes we just need a break. Or a nice hot meal." She unbuckled my belt. I was transfixed.
"Part of your job, should you choose to accept it, will be to keep us all satisfied." She gently unzipped my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear, revealing my red, pulsing cock.
"Do you think you can work in this kind of environment?" She daintily ran her hand along my penis and cupped my hairy balls. Her eyes were locked on mine... or at least that's what it felt like, it's hard to tell exactly where someone's eyes are looking without pupils.
"I--- yes!" I squeaked. What other answer could I have said?
She instantly dove on to my dick and sucked it into her mouth, kneading my balls tenderly with her hand. I was scared at first that she would hurt me with her sharp teeth, but I remembered that succubus teeth are retractable. Then a sort of delayed reaction hit me and I moaned loudly.
The sensation of getting a blowjob from a succubus is incredible. The inside of her mouth was tight and warm, and her long, lithe tongue wrapped around my shaft and jerked me off even while she sucked on me greedily with her lips and her soft gums.
I came in just a few seconds, of course. Nothing could have prepared me for such an intense onslought of sensation. I jerked and fired a few spurts of cum directly into Margaret's mouth. Her tail twitched and she hummed happily.
She didn't seem to mind at all that I had came so quickly, in fact when she disengaged from my member with a wet *pop* she smiled and said, "Ahhh, that tasted good."
Then she stood up, suddenly all business again. "Alright, I'll show you around the office, you can start today."
I was dazed and panting from one of the fastest and most intense sexual experiences of my life. I had to force myself to lurch up, and I fell forward onto her. My face landed directly between her breasts. She chuckled and helped me steady myself.
"Don't worry, in a couple weeks you'll have no problem keeping us all nice and full. Come on, I'll show you around."
I spent the next twenty minutes walking around the small office with her, being introduced to all the different succubi. Each of them told me her 'sayname' (which is sort of like a given name for demons), but would quickly follow it up with her English name that was the one she clearly expected me to remember.
There was Kally, Sally, and Tally, one of which I had met earlier. As far as I could tell, they were completely identical, from their bodies to their voices to the way they dressed to the way they acted. When I mentioned this to Tally, she giggled.
"Well of course, we're triplets! Don't worry about mixing us up, even Margaret can't tell us apart most of the time." She got very close and put her hand on my chest, then added quietly as if telling me a secret, "But I have the best pussy." It was only the swift intervention of Margaret that tore me away from that saucy little minx's advances.
I was formally introduced to Beatrice, the security guard from earlier. She seemed to tend towards the taciturn, unlike the -allys' bubbly personalities, but she was still warm and welcoming in her way.
There was Monique, who spoke with a thick European accent, making me think she probably had lived there for much of her life. Her body was the polar opposite of the -allys': she was my height or a little taller, and she could be accurately described as "thick". Her hair was long and done up in one long braid down her back, and her skin was soft pink. Her breasts were gigantic, each could compete with a watermelon in size, although they naturally tended towards a teardrop shape. They were barely contained by a "vest" that looked more like a halter top, and she wore a tie that disappeared into her vast cleavage. Her soft belly was uncovered and sported a bellybutton piercing. She wore an interesting skirt, in that it went down nearly to her ankles, but it was very tight around her huge ass and thighs. Monique was a talker, and I quickly learned to love her jokes, not just because they were funny, but because her entire body jiggled when she laughed.
Last but not least was Cindy. Of all the succubi in the office, she dressed the most conservatively, in a simple black dress. She was still obviously incredibly beautiful, and she had curves that human pornstars would die for. Her hair was cut in layers. Notably, she had no horns. She seemed pretty nervous, and she spoke very softly and wouldn't look me in the eyes. I tried to avoid ogling her like I had with all the other ladies. After we'd made introductions she sat down and pretended to ignore me.
I asked afterwards why she was like that. "Cindy is young, she's never had sex before," said Margaret. That surprised me, I had expected most of the succubi here to be fairly old, although it's hard to tell the age of a succubus.
"Wait, will I be taking her virginity?" I asked incredulously, when I put two and two together. I felt a little uncomfortable with that prospect.
"Oh, sort of, but don't think of it like it is with human girls. This is a normal part of every succubus's life, she will battle with her hunger until she succumbs to it and gets her horns. Hence the name, succubus, same root word. Anyway, give her time, she's going through a lot right now and she'll come to you when she's ready."
I wasn't very reassured by that information, it felt wrong somehow to treat it like that. Then again, these were literal demons, of course they're gonna be kind of fucked up.
Margaret showed me to my desk. I had the server right behind me, it was ancient (as was all of their computer equipment, I noticed), but it would do. I sort of ignored her while I sat down and examined their setup. I have a way of doing that, I guess even when I'm being talked at by an unbelievably hot demon woman who's paying me to have sex with her I can zone out and focus on computers.
I snapped out of it, though, when I saw her removing her shirt. "Wait, what?" I asked, surprised.
"I said, I need to show you something before you start work." Her shirt came off and her tits flopped out. They were red, perky, and unbelievably big, and her aeriolae and nipples were pitch black. They dominated her entire chest. Her physique could otherwise be described as that of a swimmer, if swimmers also had hips that could stop traffic.
I was dumbstruck. She bent over and pulled her pants down, leaving herself completely naked. I stared at her wide-eyed. My dick tried as hard as it could to get hard again, but honestly, I'm not a teenager any more, and the poor thing just couldn't get up.
She sat down on my lap, thrusting one of her gigantic teats into my face. "Here," she said, "suck on my nipple."
I obeyed, mostly because I was confused and she smelled good. But then as I began to suck, I noticed a trickle of liquid started to come out. It tasted really good.
"Mmmh, oh yeah, there you go," cooed Margaret. Her tail went between my legs and caressed my balls. The liquid was coming out in a steady stream now, and I got a little bit of a headrush from it. I felt my dick start to harden again. I felt invigorated, and after a little bit I felt a fullness in my balls like I hadn't came in a month.
Just as quick as the liquid(I guess it was milk?) had started, it stopped. Margaret pulled back, and I saw that a few drops remained on her big puffy nipple. It looked golden.
She scooted back to let me pull my pants off, which I did very eagerly. I felt energized, and unbelievably horny. Apparently the feeling was shared. Margaret's black pussy lips left a trail of juices along my leg, but I didn't care, I just needed to get my clothes off and my dick inside of her.
I had my wish quickly enough. She growled and impaled herself on my cock, then began grinding her hips back and forth on me. I grabbed her waist and thrusted up to meet her motions. The chair squeaked violently under us, but neither of us were paying attention to that. All I cared about were the huge demon tits in my face and the soft pussy around my cock. Margaret and I were moaning and grunting like animals.
Succubus vagina is even better than their mouths. It's always perfectly molded to provide just the right level of tightness, lubrication, and some internal ribs for extra stimulation. As soon as you put your cock in, it starts milking you, pulsing around your cock to get as much of your cum as possible.
I lasted a lot longer this time than last time, but even so, I could only take a minute or two of this unbelievable feeling before my orgasm was coaxed out. My vision had spots in it when I finally fired what felt like a huge load into Margaret's snatch. She seemed to have an orgasm in response as well, she shivered and her mouth hung open.
Once we had come down a little bit, Margaret pressed herself onto me and kissed me passionately with my softening member still inside of her. I was surprised that her kiss felt like it contained genuine affection, which I did my best to return.
She released my lips and smiled at me. "Didja like that?" She asked playfully.
"YEAH! What the hell was that stuff?"
"It's called the Milk of Lilith. It's like super-viagra, it gives you more energy and makes you more, erm, productive," she explained matter-of-factly. She seemed comfortable on my lap, with her arms wrapped around me and mine around her.
"How come I've never heard of it?" I had researched a lot about succubi before, out of personal interest. By that I mean that I've read the entire wikipedia page.
"It's a well-kept secret. We only tell it to people we trust to keep it. And I trust you, Jimothy." She smiled at me warmly. "I mean, mostly because we ran a psychological profile on you, but I also just think you're a trustworthy guy."
"Well, I'm honored," I said not entirely sarcastically, and then my exhaustion hit me. "Damn I'm tired."
"You probably need to drink water. Remember to stay well-fed and hydrated, otherwise you won't last long in this office." She got up and started putting her clothes back on. I noticed that she had no underwear to speak of. I suppose succubi are not in that habit.
Soon she was fully dressed and returned to her businesslike attitude. "I'll let you situate yourself for the rest of the day. There's contact info for the girl who set up our system on your desk, if you need to ask her questions. Don't drink too much of the Milk of Lilith just yet, you have to start with small amounts or you'll get a nasty hangover." With that, she strutted off, swaying her hips and flicking her tail.
I leaned back and went over the events of the last hour and a half. Something made me feel like this was going to be a major turning point in my life, and I couldn't be more excited for the future.
———x———
After Margaret gave me her milk, I took her advice and got some water. Then I sat down and started back with my inventory of the computer systems they had. They were running Windows Server 2003, which I thought was simply unethical, and their AD setup was a mess... well, I'll spare you the details, since you're probably here to hear about me and the succubi, not me and the horribly outdated office intranet. Suffice to say I had a lot of work cut out for me that didn't involve fucking horny demons.
My desk was in a relatively secluded corner of the office. I wasn't even hooked up to the main phone line, so my phone didn't ring. Perfect conditions to zone out and get absorbed in computers.
I don't know how long I sat there staring at the screen, but I do know what snapped me out of it. It was Kally... or Tally? Leaning over my desk, flashing me a charming -- if somewhat terrifying -- smile.
"Hey Jimothy! You busy right now?" She arched her back, stretching her already tight shirt close to the limit over the considerable swells of her bright red breasts.
I gulped. "Ah, no, nothing that can't, uh, be done later."
Her cute giggle completely disarmed me. I was already wrapped around her finger, and she knew it. "Okay then, can you come check out my computer? Somethings's wrong with it, the internet isn't working."
I nodded and followed her to her desk. It's a weird feeling to know, for certain, that everyone around you is quite literally hungry for your sperm.
Nonetheless, I persevered through the leering glances of by succubus coworkers, and followed, um, Tally to her desk. She turned on her heels to face me when she got there, and pointed at her monitor.
"The internet won't connect," she managed to say saucily. I thought it was probably the DNS settings.
It turned out to be the DNS settings, and five minutes later her computer was connecting to the internet just fine.
Tally was ecstatic. "Omigosh thank you thank you thank you," she said, throwing herself into my arms. She began to kiss me on the cheeks, and quickly started on my mouth. I found myself with a lusty demon girl wrapping herself around me. Her skin felt burning hot through her skimpy clothes. Her tail snaked around my thigh.
Her kiss wasn't aggressive, but she absolutely did invite me in, and once I accepted she was forceful. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I did my best to reciprocate. My hands found their way to her pert little butt, and I pulled her on to me. She responded by wrapping her right leg around my left. Her hands gripped my back more and more fiercely as we continued to make out.
I was completely discombobulated when we finally disengaged. Luckily I was planted firmly in the ground and Tally was pretty light, or I would have definitely fallen over.
She looked up at me and bit her lip. I don't know how it's possible for pure black eyes to twinkle, but hers did. "So, want your reward?" Her chest was pressed tightly onto mine, I could feel her nipples practically burning holes in my skin.
Before I could answer, though, a grumble emerged from my stomach. Tally giggled and disengaged herself from me. "I can see what you really want, tiger. Let me get you something."
I watched helplessly as the sexy little succubus sashayed to the cabinet in the break room, just a few yards away, and pulled out a box of cereal. Succubi don't eat food, so they must have just bought a bunch of snacks for me. It was a little comical watching her figure out how to pour it properly, and I had to remind her to add milk. Finally, though, I saw her come back at me with a proud smile on her lips and a big bowl of chex mix in her hands.
"Alright Jim, you can sit at my desk and I'll feed you!" She said, pointing at her chair. I complied, a little apprehensive, but Tally gleefully sat down on my lap and scooped up some of the cereal.
We had plenty of fun with it. I got more confident as my belly filled, and before long I had my arm comfortably around her waist and we were laughing about nothing in particular, just the silliness of the situation. We kissed every few minutes.
By the time we finally finished the bowl, my cock was rock hard once again and I was ready to go. Tally put down the bowl and we made out vigorously. My hands slid under her skirt. Hers slid under my shirt.
Suddenly she got off me, panting. She quickly hiked up her skirt, spread her legs, and leaned back on her desk. She gripped the end of it, as if she was worried she would fall off. Her tail idly stroked her dripping black pussy.
"I want you now," she said, almost desperate.
I removed my clothes as quickly as I could. She, meanwhile, unbuttoned her shirt, letting her perky breasts rest uncovered on her chest. I took her legs in my hands, lined up my cock with her entrance, and pushed it in.
Once again, my penis was assaulted with some of the most pleasurable feelings I have ever had. I thrusted like a man possessed and Tally moaned loudly. I guessed there was no point in trying to be discreet in an office like this.
I was prepared for it a little this time, and I managed to hold out for probably like five minutes. I even had the wherewithal to grab one of Tally's tits and grope it while I pounded into her. As I had predicted, it was just a little more than a handful, nice and firm with sensitive nipples. The other one flopped around violently in time with our lovemaking.
Soon enough I could hold out no more. "Gonna... gonna cum..." I panted. My cock twitched.
Tally moaned again and squeaked out, "YESSSS JIMOTHY COME FOR ME!! CUM INSIDE ME!!!!" Her scream was cut short when I obliged and fired my semen into her, triggering what looked like an intense orgasm for her. Her pussy never stopped milking me, but her face contorted and she looked like she was almost having a seizure. I would have been scared if I hadn't already seen how succubi react to sperm.
My load felt, somehow, disappointing, although I'm sure it was bigger than a typical one of mine. I was completely spent, and I sat back in Tally's desk as soon as I had finished.
"That was, *huff*, really nice, *huff* Tally", I got out, as soon as my head stopped spinning. She was sitting up now, touching her pussy absent-mindedly and smiling widely. I noticed that not a drop leaked out.
"I'm Sally, silly!" She giggled, "And I agree, that was really nice. Best meal I've had in ages." She hopped off her desk and bent down to peck me on the cheek. "You'll do great around here Jim. I need to get back to work though."
It was going to take some getting used to how succubi feel about sex. Is it just food for them? Do they really care about their partners? Do they even really enjoy it? I'd read about them, but as I was quickly learning, reading is not the same as experiencing.
I also noticed, at that moment, that there was someone watching in. Not just Tally, who had been on a call and casually masturbating just across the room the whole time, but I caught sight of what looked like Cindy, staring at me intensely from the doorway. As soon as I looked in her direction she darted away.
I regained my strength and put on my clothes. Sally sat down and checked her email or something, dismissing me with a smile and a nod. I felt dazed as I walked back to my desk, and with nothing better to do, I decided to read more about succubi.
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It wasn't hard to find stories about succubi on the internet. There was a famous national geographic article from a few years back about a guy who had fallen in love with a succubus and eventually married her, and fought with courts over whether such a marriage could be legal.
There was also a ton erotica about succubi, most of it dubious. For instance, I found it hard to believe the story of the girl who was enslaved by a gang of big-dicked succubus futas, or the boy who had sex with his succubus teacher. Others were more realistic. After the events of that day, I was perfectly happy to accept that a succubus might prowl a dimly lit bar and fuck random men.
I did learn a lot though. For instance, I learned from a very long blog post that, while succubi typically have many sex partners over their lifetime, it is not uncommon for them to eventually become monogamous with one male. Furthermore, it seemed that this state of monogamy was hereditary. In one case, a man and a succubus had been monogamous since the emergence thirty years ago, and she had reproduced at least four times since then. Three of her children and one of her grandchildren had remained with that same man.
Speculation abounded on how this came to pass. Most of the comments of the aforementioned blog post insisted that he was simply "chad". I managed to dig up a picture of the guy, and while he did have a sort of magnetism (probably a result of being frequently laid, if I had to guess), he was pretty average looking, and he lived in a humble bungalow in East LA. Others thought he might just have a big dick. It was a common theme in porn, especially cuckold porn, that succubi are only interested in big huge dicks that pump out big loads. But, on reflection, that didn't make much sense in real life: my dick isn't anything special, and with the Milk of Lilith it seemed like any man could be biologically induced to make as much sperm as a succubus wanted. Succubi themselves insisted the pornographic depictions weren't real, and that they actually preferred caring lovers that treated them like people, but few people gave them much credence.
I could find nothing about the Milk of Lilith online, except for schizophrenic ramblings on conspiracy websites. Hoo boy, some of those conspiracy websites had some really crazy stuff about succubi. There was the usual religious bigotry, then there was the theory that succubi are actually an alien invasion force bent on destroying humanity. My favorite one claimed that succubi are somehow divine punishment for the lusts of man.
This line of investigation quickly led me back towards the world of erotica, and I started to get a little aroused again reading a story of a man hypnotized by succubi into becoming their love slave...
"Hey handsome," came a sultry voice. I looked up, started, to see Monique approaching my desk. My eyes instantly went down to the huge melons wobbling in her microscopic vest, much to her amusement.
"I, uh... do you need my help with anything, Monique?" I couldn't tear my eyes away from those things.
She smiled, "Oh, not really, it's the end of the day and all, kinda slow..." She moved her hands up to her chest and began stroking her giant tits. Her nipples were already clearly visible through the thin fabric.
"That's uh... that's nice..." I said very quietly, and then just stared for a few seconds as Monique rubbed herself.
"You like my tits, Jim?"
I nodded meekly.
"Want to feel them?" She pulled her top off easily, revealing what little of her titanic breasts had been covered. They were every bit as glorious as I could have imagined, each had an aeriola like a dinner plate and was capped with a pierced nipple that looked as big as my thumb. They pointed nearly straight forwards, angling a little to the sides.
I stood up and shuffled over to her. My erection was pressed painfully against my pants. Her body language made it very clear that she wanted me to enjoy her tits for all they were worth.
I put a hand on one and squeezed. It was soft, warm, and fleshy, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I put both hands on the same breast and started squeezing more, luxuriating in the feeling of her supernaturally smooth succubus skin. Monique moaned and thrusted her chest in my direction, egging me on. I obliged and began splitting my hands between both breasts, paying special attention to her rock hard nipples.
Monique sighed. "Ohhh satan, you're good at this. Let's lay down, baby." She moved to get on the soft carpeted floor of the office. I watched her dumbly, then knelt down so I was horizontal to her.
"Suck my tits," Monique breathed. I obliged and grabbed one of her huge tits with both hands, then began to suck hard on her nipple, licking it over with the tip of my tongue. Monique moaned loudly and I was awarded with the immediate release of her milk.
Within seconds I felt like my whole body, particularly my dick and balls, was on fire. I humped against her uselessly as I gulped down the delicious fluid. I felt like my brain was short-circuiting with pleasure and desire.
"Ah! Woah, easy," she said. She tried to push me off of her breast but I was latched on hard, greedily sucking down much more milk than I'd had earlier that day. It didn't help that she was clearly enjoying the sensation as wlel. Finally she settled for pulling off my pants and parting her skirt, allowing my wild thrusts to finally connect with her sopping cunt.
I really lost track of time. For me there was only the humongous teat in my face, the milk in my mouth, and the feeling of her pussy around my cock. I spasmatically pumped myself into her, filling the air with irregular slapping sounds. We squirmed and writhed on the floor of the office. Monique alternated between moaning in ecstasy and imploring me to stop. I'm sure I came several times, but I never stopped humping, and with the milk I still felt like I needed release.
Next thing I knew, I was on my back. My vision was blurry, but I made out the face of Margaret looking down at me with concern.
"---im? Jim? Are you okay?" I heard. I finally fully regained consciousness, and with it I felt an awful headache and an incredible soreness in my junk.
"Yeah," I managed to croak. My lips were cracked and my throat felt dry.
"Good. Drink." She dribbled some water down my throat, which was very welcome.
Once I was well enough to sit up, Margaret explained what had happened. All the girls in the office were gathered around looking at me.
"I told you, you shouldn't drink too much of the milk. You just took a mega-dose. You need to get home and get some rest." She turned back to Monique, who was once again clothed, and said sternly, "And you, should not have given him so much milk."
Monique made a clicking noise and said, "Ah! I told him to stop, but he would not let go!"
I nodded. "Yeah, I remember. It just felt too good to stop."
Margaret glared at both of us and shook her head. "You both need to make sure this doesn't happen again. This goes for all of you," she said, glancing around the assembled office. They all nodded subserviently.
She turned her attention back to me. "Can you get home alright? We have some aspirin for the headache."
I nodded and stood up shakily. "I'll be fine. See you all tomorrow."
All the girls shouted "bye Jimothy!" in unison as I shuffled out the door.
———x———
I was blindfolded and handcuffed to a pole, completely naked. I heard a pair of heels click in my direction. The clicking stopped next to me. I felt the heat of another presence very closeby.
A familiar, yet threatening, voice whispered in my hear, "Alright, Jim, let's get started." The blindfold was lifted.
I beheld Margaret in all her nude, demonic glory. Her abs rippled and her volleyball-sized tits dripped sweat. Her face was twisted in a hideous grin.
Slowly, seductively, she got on her knees and focused her attention on my penis. My grotesquely huge penis. Giant, veiny, rock hard, red, and pulsing. I couldn't even estimate its length, but it was definitely many times larger than it had been before. My balls weren't much better; they were so huge they pushed my knees apart. What's worse, they felt full.
Both her hands together just barely wrapped around my shaft and her long tongue snaked out to lick the humongous, dripping glans of my manhood. I whimpered, much to her delight.
Without much warning, Margaret distended her jaw and took in the head of my penis. I came instantly, disgorging a truly unbelievable amount of cum down her throat.
I came probably several gallons in a few seconds. Margaret sucked it down greedily, but quickly let go with a loud *pop*. I continued to groan and shoot liters of cum at a time across the small, dimly lit room. I could swear that my balls actually felt bigger and fuller with each spurt.
There were others. The -allys, Monique, Beatrice, several succubi I didn't recognize. All of them rejoiced in my eternal ejaculation, and they took turns at the source, swelling up in just a few spurts.The room quickly begin to fill with cum.
I saw Cindy, led in chains by yet another improbably sexy succubus. She stared at my monstrous penis with tears in her eyes.
Suddenly I woke up, drenched in sweat, and with a boner pressing painfully against my briefs. I groaned and slapped my alarm clock, and rolled out of bed a few seconds later.
I'd been having these kinds of dreams ever since I started that job. They'd been especially vivid and strange that feverish night after I mega-dosed on Monique's milk. The actual events were always different, but the circumstances were always the same: I had a monster cock that never stopped cumming, and there was a lot of sex. And then I woke up with a hard-on.
I looked at myself in the mirror and appraised what I saw. Average looking, as usual. But... dang, was my dick bigger? No way.
But then I got it out and measured it, and sure enough, my dick was definitely bigger than it used to be. I was packing a girthy 7 incher down there, with matching balls. In my groggy state I didn't really have the ability to be surprised or scared, but I was bewildered. After a minute or two I shrugged my shoulders and continued about my day.
I came in to work that morning feeling good, and still packing a woodie. Beatrice greeted me warmly and let me in. Unlike all my other coworkers, Beatrice never enticed me in to sex, since she had a boyfriend. She had, however, asked me to jerk off into a cup once. Our relationship was polite and professional, almost normal.
One of the -allys was talking to a down-on-her-luck succubus in the reception room. I hurried through the door without looking; I wasn't supposed to stick around with clients.
The office was mostly empty, as I guess I had arrived a few minutes early. Most of the girls live in the apartment building next to the office, so they could just walk a couple yards from their front door in to work. I saw another -ally sipping chamomile tea and watching her screen intently. I'd always assumed that succubi would be really interested in watching porn all the time, because, you know, sex demons. But, I had checked their browsing history, and it turns out they actually really liked to watch cooking videos. Tally was probably engrossed in a video about cooking beer-battered fried chicken or something. A little odd for someone who can't digest anything but sperm and only feels sexual hunger, but, hey, I'm not gonna judge.
I went to sit down at my desk, but noticed a little post-it note that said "see me in my office!" in Margaret's handwriting. I set down my stuff and walked over, wondering what the hell I did.
I pushed open the door timidly. "You wanted to see me, boss?"
I felt stupid as hell the instant I closed the door and looked up. There was Margaret, buck naked, leaning against her desk. I couldn't help but compare her to the version of her from my dreams. They were remarkably similar, except that the real Margaret didn't feel so much malicious as... dominant. Her body was lithe and muscular, like an olympic athelete, but with enormous boobs that dominated her chest.
"Yes, I did," she said, "I thought you might want to relieve a little stress to start the day." With that, she languidly rolled over, so that her front side was resting on her desk while her ample, muscular rump was sticking in the air behind her. Her tail swayed invitingly above.
I'd been around the bush a few times with all the succubi in the office by this point, and while seeing an ass to end all asses presented to me in such a fashion would have made me into a bumbling idiot a few days prior, instead I just felt eager to finally start work. I pulled down my pants with haste and approached my boss. My hands found their way to the coiled muscles of her back, and gripped them tightly while my dick rubbed between the globular cheeks of her butt, already leaking pre-cum. She sighed and wiggled her ass, while her tail wrapped itself around my shoulder.
Her movements seemed like they were almost designed to slip it in to her hot, tight asshole, because in just a few seconds the tip of my cock was pressed against her dilated opening. Normally I didn't like doing it in the butt, but with succubi there's nothing gross about it at all. Margaret's ass was just as wet, soft, and clean as her cunt. I groaned and shoved more of my cock in, bottoming out in one slow stroke.
I enjoyed the feeling of her back rippling under my firm grip as we both luxuriated in the sensations. I pressed down on her and did my best to pull out of the incredibly tight hole I found myself in. She grunted in protest, but she wasn't dissatisfied for long, as I came back in faster and with more force.
Her ass milked me much like her pussy would have, and as I continued to fuck her I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Neither of us were really making noises, except for soft grunts and moans. Most of what could be heard was the sound of my hips slamming in to her bubble butt.
My loins felt white hot and ready to blow when Margaret abruptly sat up and growled, "Pull out!"
I was unused to this sort of command. Normally the succubi would insist that I stick it in as far as possible and cum inside them. I yanked my cock out; I could feel it twitching, so close to coming that it almost hurt. Margaret turned over with intense urgency. I could see her chest heaving and her dark eyes looking at at me feverishly. Her body was covered in sweat. She clearly felt the same way I did, except that she had more self control.
"Lay on the floor!" she barked huskily. I did as commanded. My huge prick stood at attention.
I couldn't see it for long though. Margaret fell on me swiftly. She squatted over my crotch and wasted no time in getting my cock into her, sighing with relief once I had once again been hilted inside of her. She put her hands on her knees and arched her back, then moved her hips in a small circle. I tried vainly to reach up and touch her breasts, but she was too far away, so I settled on simply watching her work. She laughed, baring her fangs, and put her hands behind her head. I simply watched the hot succubus riding me, her six-pack abdominals rippling, her massive breasts jiggling.
She kept me right on the edge for quite a while. She seemed to enjoy teasing me with her pussy even more than she craved my seed, and would pull off for a few seconds at a time just so I didn't cum yet. I felt myself descending in to a sort of haze, helpless beneath this demon goddess.
Finally she could take no more, grunted, and leaned over to start riding me hard.
"Cum for me now! Cum! Raaagh!" She yelled directly in my face.
I couldn't deny her, and felt my sweet release with a toe-curling, vision-impairing orgasm. I was finally able to reach her, and as soon as I came I wrapped my arms around her back and held her on as close as I could. She slammed her hips on to mine and screamed loudly, shaking and twitching from an orgasm more intense than any I'd ever seen. She slumped over me limply while my cock fired spurt after spurt in to her hungry pussy.
When she regained herself, Margaret kissed me on the lips. "Like that?"
"Hell yeah!" I said enthusiastically. "That was so fucking hot."
She smiled and sat up to pull herself off my softening cock, then laid down beside me and stroked my chest. "I really liked it too. Sorry if I was a little, um, forceful."
"No, no, not at all. I actually liked it better than usual. Normally you guys all just want me to cum as quickly as possible."
She giggled. "Yeah, it takes a lot of control to keep from just sucking it right out of you. But I like the buildup too."
I thought for a second and turned to her. "Actually, Margaret, I've got a question. When a succubus has sex, what's it, like, about? I mean how do succubi feel about sex?"
She raised an eyebrow. "How do humans feel about sex?"
"Touche."
"I see what you mean, though. In some sense it's like food to us. We need it just to function. If we go too long without cum we will die. But it's more than just a meal." She thought for a second. "Like, think about the difference between eating a twinkie alone, and eating a delicious feast with your friends and family. That's kind of like the difference between meaningless sex and, you know... a connection." She looked in my eyes meaningfully. Her usual domineering attitude was gone, replaced by vulnerability I'd never seen on her.
I put my arm around her, and she happily pressed herself on to my side. "I agree," I said, and kissed her.
We laid there for a while, sharing sweet nothings, before Margaret had to go and actually do work.
"Want some milk before you go?" she asked, baring her breast to me.
"Uh, sure... won't that make me fuck you again, though?" I looked at the liquid beading at her nippled with trepidation. "And I noticed it's been uh, making my cock bigger?"
"Already?" She fondled my half-hard penis, appraising it. "Huh. I guess that megadose started you off fast."
She turned back to me and said, "Yes, the milk of Lilith will make your penis grow with prolonged exposure, among other things. I'm actually not familiar with it myself, I've never had a long term boyfriend before. You should ask Beatrice about it." She gave me a seductive look and shoved her boob in my face again. "Don't worry though, the girls and I can help you through any side effects..."
I hesitated a little more before thinking, fuck it, in for a penny in for a pound, and I suckled from her breast. Just a few mouthfuls was enough to make me incredibly horny again, but she pushed me away from her lithesome form and shoved me out the door of the office, clothes in hand.
"Now time to get to work!" she chuckled before closing the door.
I stood in the small open space next to her office, naked, and with a powerful need for sex like I'd never felt before drinking the milk.
Luckily, I caught sight of an -ally on her way to the copy machine. The -allys that day were all wearing low-cut frilly red blouses and poofy miniskirts that accentuated the movement of her hips. She looked me up and down and licked her lips, but kept walking right past me.
My temper, and my cock, flared. I crossed the space between us in two quick steps and pinned her on the wall, grabbing hold of her hips and pressing my steel-like appendage into her skirt.
She gasped in feigned surprise and dropped her papers. "Jim! I need to make copiieees," she whined playfully.
I grunted and moved my right hand up to roughly grope her breast from behind. "It can wait."
"Yeah... it can..." She twisted around, not to break free, but to face me. She was biting her lower lip, showing off her small, sharp fangs. Her legs spread for me, making her slippery little cunt readily accessible.
I growled and lifted her up by her butt with barely any effort. She took hold of my raging erection and guided it into her waiting folds, sighing when my head finally got inside of her and I thrusted in balls deep right away. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I didn't wait for her to get acclimated, or any foreplay, anything like that, I just started fucking her hard straight away. I knew she wanted whatever I had to give, her pleasure wasn't relevant; mine was.
"You. little. fucking. slut," I panted out between strokes, "I. take. you. *where*. I. want. *when*. I. want." She was in ecstasy while I pounded her mercilessly, her face was all screwed up and she stared at me slackjawed. Her tits looked like they were about to burst out of her top from their jiggling.
Keep in mind, dear reader, I don't normally fuck like this. Or didn't, anyway. This isn't that sort of story. Without the Milk of Lilith, there's no way I could have performed this kind of feat, or acted in this way, of that I am very sure.
"Say. you're. mine. Your. pussy. is. *mine*."
"Yes! I'm yours! My pussy is yours!" She finally managed to get out, "Cum in me, make me your fucking cum dumpster cock sleeeeeve!" Her hands clawed desperately at my chest.
I grunted and shoved my dick in as far as it could go when I felt my balls twitching to disburse their sizable payload. Her hips bucked instantly and I nearly lost my hold of her. Her legs squeezed me tightly while her pussy walls milked out yet another seemingly endless orgasm from me.
We stood there, locked in bliss, not moving, until finally the flow of semen petered out, and I released her. Her shirt was damp with sweat, and her hair was disheveled; but besides looking like she had just gotten dicked down she didn't look very different from when she'd been walking around the office a few minutes prior.
"Sorry about that," I said, regaining my breath, "uh... which one are you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." She stuck out her tongue. "Just kidding, I'm Kally." She bent at the waist to pick up her papers, giving me a great view of her bare and freshly inseminated pussy, then turned to leave. "That was a good one. See ya later!"
She was gone before she even finished her sentence. I stood there and contemplated how I felt about what I'd just done. It was hot as hell, sure, but considering the fact that I was getting paid to have hot sex with hot women several times a day, it was nothing special. Sweet but nothing special, like a twinkie. Margaret was right.
I put my clothes on and went off to make another cup of coffee and do some actual work. Aside from a blowjob from Monique at the end of the day, I had no further sexual encounters with the succubi. It was a really busy day, no time for sex.
Towards the end of the day we got fewer and fewer succubi coming in, so I could mosey on over to the entrance and chat up Beatrice.
I knocked on the doorframe. "Hey Bea."
She looked up from her book and smiled at me. "Hi Jim. How's it going?"
"Good, good. I have a question for you actually. I've been noticing that my dick is getting bigger, and Margaret said you could give me some info about long-term effects of the Milk of Lilith."
She put down her book. "Oh, yeah, I have some experience on that front. You'll get a bigger dick, come more, have a higher libido, all that, the more you drink the milk. It's sort of a stacking effect, up to a point where it evens out. I think Dan's dick stopped growing at 9 inches. You might be drinking more milk than he does though."
I sighed internally. "Alright. He doesn't have any health problems or anything? It's manageable?"
"Well, I guess he has to wear baggy pants and take special care on the toilet, but he doesn't complain," she grinned, "In fact as far as I know he really likes it."
We chatted for a few more minutes about work, the weather, and our weekend plans, but that was the extent of our meaningful conversation. By the time we finished it was quitting time, and I headed to the back of the office to pick up my backpack.
What I found in my little corner of the office surprised me somewhat. All three of the -allys were standing there, arm in arm, naked as the day they were... uh... born? Three pairs of gloriously perky racks, soft, slender midsections, and long legs were on display for me. Three cute little pairs of horns, three pairs of pitch black eyes staring at me with the kind of lust that a human woman gets maybe once in a lifetime.
As soon as they caught my eye, they approached me. I gulped. One succubus was no problem for me at this point, but three? I felt more than a little intimidated by all the raw sexuality on display.
"Hi Jim," said the nearest one, "we just thought we'd stop by for a little end-of-the-week party..." she plastered herself across the right side of my body and rubbed my chest with her hand. The other two crouched down and began removing my pants.
"H-hi Kally, that sounds good," I sputtered out. One of her sisters had already popped the head of my painfully erect penis into her mouth.
All three giggled. "That's Tally, silly!" said the succubus squatting in front of me and rubbing my balls and thighs.
"Gah, we need to get you three some name tags or something." My poor attempt at humor was barely noticed by the three sluts, and I was prevented from trying again when Tally kissed me fiercely.
What followed was nearly an hour of nonstop, high-intensity sex, with only one break for some water. I drank the -allys' milk several times, and at some point Monique and Margaret joined in. I wasn't so much fucking as I was rutting; I would finish filling one hole, drink a quick mouthful of milk, and then start on the next. The succubi would frig themselves or each other while waiting for their next turn on my cock, so the air was constantly filled with the wanton moans of women in heat.
When things finally wound down, I found myself embedded in a cuddle puddle of slippery, satisfied succubi, while Margaret slowly sucked me off. My head was buzzing from all the milk and I was too tired to do anything but look into her eyes and smile.
She let my sizable dick free from her mouth with a loud *pop* and began to jerk it.
"Think you're starting to settle in Jim?" She half-joked. I looked around at all the naked, dozing bodies of my coworkers surrounding me and back at her.
"Yeup, I think I'm fitting in quite nicely."
She grinned and returned to sucking me off, with more gusto. I came in less than a minute and she swallowed it with one big gulp.
"That's good. See you Monday!" With that, my boss stood up and walked out the door, presumably returning to her apartment. I laid for a while with the other succubi and watched her leave with some interest. Then I slipped gently into a comfortable sleep.
———x———
I fell in to a routine at the office pretty quickly. Every morning, I would get up, resist the urge to touch myself, and head in to work. Margaret and I would share an hour or so of mindblowing sex and cuddling, then I'd go off to tend to the computers while she went off to call donors, pay bills, that kind of thing. I tried to do a couple hours of work every day, but when you're dealing with such a small office and such a low budget, there's only so much you can do. I found myself with nothing to do besides more "extracurricular" activies, especially towards the end of the day when everyone was tired and horny.
Sex happened in the office at the thinnest pretense, and sometimes no pretense at all. Oh, you just got off a stressful call? Better come to me for some stress relief. I fixed your spreadsheet? Better reward me by shoving your tits in my face. Lunchtime? That means two succubi take turns sucking me off while I eat a sandwich. You have nothing better to do? Might as well fuck. The -allys especially liked it when I just grabbed them with no warning and started pounding. Sometimes I walked around the office with no pants on.
As you might expect, when you have sex several times a day with a gaggle of truly unbelievably hot women, it can get exhausting. Even a complete sex maniac like me wants to sit down and talk to a woman without putting his dick in her every once in a while. I found respite from the skimpy outfits and spread legs of my other coworkers by sitting with Beatrice in the front room. The amazonian succubus was already in a committed relationship, so she never once came on to me or tried to arouse me. We would play cards sometimes, or even just sit there and talk. Bea turned out to be a friendly, easygoing person; the tough-girl act was just her role as the strongest succubus around.
Her role was definitely necessary though. I never witnessed it, but the other succubi talked about times Beatrice had repelled gangsters, religious fanatics, even some corrupt cops. Margaret sank a significant portion of the budget in to a law firm that ensured they could never legally mess with the organization, but any extralegal threats were handled, quite effectively, by Beatrice.
The situation with Cindy improved slowly but steadily. She didn't seem to actively avoid me any more, although she always left as soon as anything started to heat up with another succubus. We would exchange awkward working-hard-or-hardly-working jokes, comments about the weather, and nervous laughs. She was still incredibly shy, but I found it cute, especially when I managed to make her smile. She reminded me of my high school girlfriend in a way, except that she was a 11/10 knockout and also a demon.
I drank quite a lot of the Milk of Lilith while at work, and it had some interesting effects on me. I always felt like I had an excess of energy. I started to exercise much more than I had previously (more than nothing, that is) to try and tire myself out, so I was starting to get in to the best shape of my life. I actually had discernible biceps! Of course, one of the biggest physical changes was in my penis. I'll spare you the details, I stopped keeping track of them myself, but suffice to say that my cock was probably over a foot long and almost as thick as my (admittedly unimpressive) wrist. My testicles were like lemons dangling in an overgrown ballsack. It was pretty inconvenient, especially with how much cum would build up in my balls after just a few hours, but I found all kinds of clever ways to avoid unfortunate incidents like sitting on my junk or having an outlandishly large bulge in public.
The girls at work, of course, loved my new endowments, and honestly I did too. People throw around the word "cocksleeve" a lot in certain fetish circles, but you can't really appreciate what it means until you can see the bulge of your cock nearly touching a woman's ribcage while you pump her full of more sperm than most men can produce in a year. The -allys in particular were all my cocksleeves in the truest sense of the word. With Monique I felt like I was a beast being goaded by a seductress into fucking her senseless and with Margaret, well, the situation was more complicated, but in the sack I was more of her human dildo if anything.
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I was having a fairly humdrum Wednesday. It was mid-morning, I'd just finished unpacking a big box of office supplies, and I was relaxing a bit at my desk. Kally was impaled on my cock facing me, leaning back on my desk for support while she swivelled her hips around in a tantalizing circular motion. I knew it was Kally because, at my request, the -allys had started wearing little black chokers with their names on them. Her sheer grey blouse had been removed and I was lazily fondling her supple red breasts. The -allys that day had chosen to wear crotchless panty hose and the aforementioned blouse and nothing else, a combination that I was definitely enjoying.
My phone buzzed on the table, and I nonchalantly reached over to pick it up. Kally never paused, in fact she sped up a little and moaned.
It was from my old friend Dan.
>Hey Jimbo, I'm gonna be in town for the next few days. Wanna grab a beer?
Kally leaned forward more to give me a better view of her breasts jiggling while she gyrated on my lap. She might have heard of that saying "bros before hoes" and worried that she might lose my attention. She had little to worry about, though; if anything, I was getting more aroused while typing out my response.
Kally leaned over to support herself on my shoulders. Her nipples actually hit my nose every time she forced herself up and down on my giant, rock-hard pole. It twitched in anticipation, and she sucked in her breath. "Oh fuck, Jim, your dick feels so good in me! Mm p-please fill me with your cum," she whispered huskily. When I finished typing, one of my hands left my phone and found its way onto her shapely ass, giving the smooth, soft flesh a squeeze and pulling her harder onto my raging cock. I continued to focus primarily on my phone, although I could feel myself getting very close to release. Kally humped my cock hungrily and moaned loudly, clearly trying her hardest to get me to erupt inside her. >I'll be there! I came. I'd been well drained that day, so it was nothing special. However, Kally howled with pleasure and fell down so her head was over my shoulder as soon as the first torrent of cum entered her. I kept a firm grip on her smooth, supple back and fucked into her as hard as I could from my seated position while I texted the address to Dan. The familiar feeling of conquering Kally's pussy was complemented in this case by the novelty of being completely focused on a normal conversation while I was doing it. I made a mental note to do try this kind of thing again. It took an unusually long time for Kally to recover herself, but she did eventually slide off my dick and thank me for the meal. I declined an offer for yet more milk and decided to go in for some coffee, feeling refreshed, clear-headed, and optimistic about meeting up with Dan later that day. That disappeared when I came across Cindy, boiling some water in the electric kettle. What's more, she was quite clearly rubbing one of her nipples through the fabric of her relatively chaste flower-print sundress. I apparently didn't make enough noise to rouse her from her little reverie, so I coughed softly at the doorway. Cindy instantly snapped her hand down to her side and turned towards me, staring bug-eyed at my face like a deer in the headlights. My god, she was so beautiful. Her dress didn't exaggerate her inhumanly sexy figure, but it certainly couldn't hide it either. It wasn't just her nubile body and impossibly symmetrical face that made her beautiful though, it was also her innocence. Unlike the other succubi, she seemed delicate. I couldn't dream of treating her like I treated the -allys. Her nostrils flared a little and her hands clenched. "Uhm -- hi Jim. You, uh, you need the kettle?" I would bet that if her skin wasn't already bright red she would have been blushing intensely. I found myself getting nervous as well. The more I interacted with Cindy, the more it became clear what monumental self-control she had to exercise constantly to avoid jumping my bones. I could probably just walk up and kiss her and that would be that, some part of me said... but I couldn't take advantage of her like that. It just wouldn't be fair. "Nah, I was just gonna use the coffee maker," I said, trying to act casual despite the erection reasserting itself in my pants, unrestrained by underwear. I motioned to the kettle, which was now clearly boiling. "Why are you making hot water? I thought succubi couldn't eat or drink." She seemed relieved to turn away from me and talk about something. "Oh, well, we *can* eat and drink, we just don't get anything out of it. Food doesn't even taste good and it makes us feel nauseous. But I've been trying to drink different teas recently to see if I can actually learn to like the taste. Peppermint didn't taste too bad, and I liked how the hot water felt going down my throat. Now I'm trying hibiscus." She showed me a small pile of random herbal teas she had collected from the tea drawer. I smiled. Clearly she was really excited about this little project. "Well that's awesome Cindy! Let me know how that project turns out, I'm interested to know which tea tastes the best to you..." I trailed off as I stepped closer to her to use the coffee maker. We were side by side, inches apart, and the sexual tension was palpable. I swear I could smell her arousal faintly in the air. I struggled for a few seconds to go through the motions of making coffee. Cindy had an easier time of it, having to just pour some hot water in a cup, and quickly whisked away, leaving me alone. I shook off the mind fuzz and made my coffee. Nothing else very interesting happened that day except a short orgy in the afternoon. Monique liked to instigate these by feeding me larger than normal doses of her milk, in an attempt to "make the stud's wunderschwanzer even bigger!" (her words). It never seemed to lead to a bigger dick or a hangover, thankfully, but it did reliably lead to a rutting frenzy once I'd fucked her plump ass into oblivion and needed another hole to use. But by 4:30 we had all wound down, and everyone was back in their clothes. The -allys all went off to take care of some actual work, leaving me chatting in the break room with Monique and Margaret. Monique's pendulous breasts rested on the table to my right, even though she was sitting with her back straight. The only thing keeping them from popping out of her elegant wrap dress was the fact that her nipples pressed against the fabric and held it up. This situation lead to a fantastically deep valley of cleavage presenting itself to me, which I periodically glanced at. Every once in a while she would "catch" me staring and smile at me, clearly enjoying her effect on me. Margaret's breasts were pretty damn big too, but they couldn't compete with Monique's. Instead of being plopped down on the table they were sealed up in a low-cut red blazer. She actually wore a tie, too, although it was a lot more loose and flowey than mine. At some point, Monique decided to ask me a tough question. "So Jimothy, do you have a girlfriend?" My gaze lifted from her chesticular display and to her demonic grin. Damn, those pointy teeth can be scary. "Well, uh, I haven't really been on the market lately. You are all my girlfriends, in a way," I responded, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. I'd been in this kind of 'what kind of relationship are we' talk before, just never with five succubi at the same time, and I knew my answer was Important. Monique laughed. "No, silly, this is your job. I mean you can like your job and your coworkers. I certainly do," she grinned mischeivously again, "but that's different from having a girlfriend. You don't just see your girlfriend from 9 to 5 on workdays." This allayed my suspicion somewhat. And she was right, once I clocked off work all I had was my hands to keep me company. I still had some kind of instinctive feeling like my answer was Important, though. I decided to answer honestly. "I guess if you put it that way then I'm kind of single, at the moment, then." Monique giggled and turned to Margaret. "Can you believe it? Even Jim is single! He should have women lining up for him! Humans are so weird." Margaret chuckled a little, and the converation continued from that slightly tense point. Apparently Monique had read some article that day about the vastly increasing numbers of permanently single young men. According to the article, this wasn't at all fuelled by a lack of interest from women. If anything, women were more desperate than ever to get with the opposite sex, but young men were simply less interested in sex. The article featured dozens of interviews with experts and everyday people, and the consensus seemed to be: succubus porn was at fault. This lead to some heated discussion. Monique and Margaret, of course, thoroughly rejected the idea that succubi could be held accountable for this problem, and instead criticised the porn industry and poor sexual education and human sexual mores in general. They insisted that succubi were always blamed for being too sexy when it was really the humans that had problems with sex, that this article was little more than anti-succubus propaganda and part of a smear campaign that attacked their hard work. I was a little scared to voice my opinion, since they were more vociferous and obviously more educated on the topic than I was, but to me the basic conclusion *did* resonate. Before I had gotten a job I hadn't had sex in over a year, but it wasn't because I didn't want it, it was because I could satisfy my needs by just opening up my laptop and watching some super-hot demons have mindblowing sex. It wasn't just that the succubi were sexier than humans, it was also that they clearly loved their jobs and weren't faking anything. Human women were confusing and terrifying to talk to, and honestly sex with them just didn't live up to my fantasies. I had always thought that it was just because I was an awkward computer nerd that I could never seem to connect with women, but according to the article, it was a lot more widespread than that. It got me thinking about societal trends and such, something I was never the best at. I sort of lost the thread of what they were talking about, but the debate continued vigorously until past quitting time. Finally, Margaret declared the conversation finished, and Monique sauntered off to go pack her things and go home. Margaret turned her back to me and went about cleaning up some of the overturned chairs from our recent orgy. I stood up and said, "Well, see you tomorrow boss--MPH!" She had turned around quickly, grabbed my face, and kissed me before I had time to react. Usually with Margaret I felt like she had the upper hand when she kissed me, and this was no exception, but there was a kind of passion in this kiss that felt totally out of place. She seemed to really, really want me, but she didn't reach down to pull out my dick or anything, just kissed. We made out for not very long, maybe half a minute, before she finally released me from the lip lock. "Yeah. See you tomorrow," she said flatly, and left for her office. Her expression was too difficult for me to read. I just stared openmouthed, with a growing erection in my pants and a million different thoughts and feelings jumbled around my head. That had clearly meant *something*, but what it meant, and what I should do about it, I could not fathom. I quietly went to get my things and head out to the bar. --- Seeing Dan was just what I needed to get my mind off Margaret's confusing behavior. He was one of the only people I'd kept in touch with from high school, but he was a lot more successful than me and moved far away from home to be a bigshot programmer at a fortune 500 company, so we didn't see each other often. In this case he was in town for a conference. We had a long period of "How ya been?" type conversation, where I told Dan I loved my new job but didn't quite reveal what exactly it was. I just said I worked for a local nonprofit providing homeless services, and that seemed to be enough for him. A couple pints in, we started to get into the more serious discussion. "So, are any of your coworkers cute? I've heard lots of em are at nonprofits looking for a boyfriend," Dan asked cheerfully. He'd always been the suave one with girls, and he was one of the only people I knew who was actually married at my age. He always took an interest in my romantic life, and even tried to be my 'wingman' when he got drunk, which meant he chatted up cute girls and introduced them to me. Usually we'd go on one or two dates and things would fizzle out. I highly suspected that that would be the outcome of this night. "Well, yeah, actually a lot of them, but I don't want to fish off the company pier, you know?" He snickered. "Yeahhhh, that's probably smart. Still though, maybe one of them is crazy for you. You never know. Chicks have a hard time getting it these days." "Yeah, I read about that!" I sorta-lied and sipped my beer, "Fucking crazy. I really would never guess, with how hard it is to talk to girls!" Dan shook his head. "It's not that hard to talk to girls, man. Just be pleasant enough and show them you're willing and they'll take you home. I've seen lots of girls checking us out tonight. The thing is they want you to come talk to them." "Tsch," I said, and took a bigger swig of beer to wash down the embarassment of being a coward, "You say that, but you don't have to do it. You've got Gabby." "Seriously man? How do you think I met Gabby? Do I have to do the wingman shit again?" I groaned and begged him not to, but Dan was insistent. He got up and started talking to a cute pale brunette with horn-rimmed glasses and a polka dot minidress who I had been stealing glances at all night. Earlier she had been looking at her phone, but she seemed pleased that he started talking to her. Through some arcane trickery that baffled me, he quickly got her to come over and join us at our small table. "Jimbo, this is Violet. She was bored as hell and alone so I asked if she'd like to join us." "Jimbo?" Violet giggled. Oh jesus, she was really cute. "How'd you get such a silly nickname?" "Well, uh, my name is Jimothy, which was already silly, so my nickname had to be really silly to outdo it." This was my lame canned joke about my name and nickname, and usually it worked in the sense that people found my name funny. This time was no exception and Violet laughed melodically again. I gulped. This is what always happened, Dan would introduce me to some girl way out of my league, the three of us would have a pretty good night together, but once the two of us were alone and sober it would fizzle out without Dan's charm. Oh well, I thought, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Truth be told, it wasn't just a pretty good night, it was a *great* night. Dan got stumbling drunk, much to the amusement of Violet and I. I actually found myself getting pretty confident with Violet, even being overtly flirtatious. I guess some combination of alcohol, recent sexual activity, and hormones raging like a teenager's made me more adventurous than I'd usually be. Violet, for her part, never once gave me a sign of discouragement. I learned a lot about her: she was a grad student studying biochemistry, she'd had a short non-speaking role in a famous movie that I'd never seen, and she watched way too much anime. I almost forgot about how strange the past month or so had been for me, I felt like everything was completely normal. It felt really good to be normal, and for normal-me to be this lucky. Somehow, once we'd gotten Dan into a cab, we made out sloppily right outside the bar. My hands explored her back and her ass, both of which I found quite pleasing. Sure, she wasn't up to the impossible standards of the girls at work, but Violet was definitely the sexiest human woman I'd ever touched. When we fiinally disengaged, she giggled at the huge clouds of steam that erupted from our mouths. Her arms were draped around my neck and her big brown eyes bored into mine. Her cheeks were rosy and dimpled when she smiled. "Wanna come back to my place?" she asked, biting her lip. I had never moved this fast with a human girl before, but I wasn't about to give up now. My cock was straining against the complicated network of straps and underpants that kept it in place, and my balls felt like they were about to explode. Of course, I said yes. She lived just a couple blocks away, and we enjoyed a nice brisk walk back to her place. It was a small studio with just enough room for a bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves. Her walls were covered with interesting posters. At the time I was a little more focused on removing as much clothing as I could from as many bodies as I could, but I got the feeling that I could have just looked at her walls for a long time. Suddenly Violet, already in her underwear, shrieked and pulled back. I looked down to see what was so scary and saw just my hardening penis, which she had figured out how to free from the confines of my underwear. I almost didn't understand, but then I realized that a member of this size is more likely to inspire fear than lust in most women. "W-wha -- how..." was all that Violet could say in her shocked state. She just stared at my cock like she was watching an alien as it grew past my bellybutton and approached its full formidable thickness. "Sorry, I forgot about this," I said, and sat up. "It's okay. And it's real. No tricks." She still just stared. "How can it even get hard? How can a penis be this big? What the fuck?" Her curiosity was clearly taking over from surprise and terror, but her voice definitely sounded a little hysterical. "Beats me. I wasn't born with this thing, it's a recent development." Now she was looking at me angrily. "What, did you buy some dick growth pills that actually worked or something? Spit it out, how did you get this? I could see you were big but this is just ridiculous." At least she seemed convinced it was real, and didn't just kick me out. "I can't, um, tell you. I swore myself to secrecy. You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you either." She rolled her eyes. "Right. Of course. Secret dick growth pills. I should have guessed." She flopped backwards onto her bed, covering her face with her hands. "First time in months I find a decent guy and his dick is too big to do anything with." For a while nothing happened. She didn't seem to be crying or anything, just laying there. I tentatively reached out to her. She didn't recoil, which I took as a good sign, and I put my hand on her shoulder. "I'm really sorry Violet. I'll go if you want me to." She looked up into my eyes. She looked sad, and really lonely. "I don't want you to go," she almost whispered, "I just... I don't know what to do. This is so fucking weird." "Yeah, it's pretty weird. But you know, we could just cuddle and watch a movie or something." She turned over to face me and smiled. "I think I'd like that." Surprisingly, she didn't put on any clothes, and she gave no indication that I should either. I ended up sitting against her headboard with no pants on, spreading my legs to make room for my huge balls. Violet snuggled up quite close to me, which made it impossible for my towering erection to go down, or to avoid putting my arm around her. She was even lovelier without her dress, her skin was incredibly soft and pale, and her body had a perfect hourglass shape, with significant breasts and wide hips supporting a very perky, round bottom. We watched some Looney Tunes. My balls felt like they were going to explode, they hadn't been emptied since before work ended. The night wore on, and I started to feel her leg rub against mine. I looked at her sleepily and we shared a tender, intimate kiss. "Sorry I got so freaked out by this earlier," she said, reaching over to stroke the apple-sized head of my extraordinary cock, "I guess I should start expecting things like this, we already have succubi, why not weird impossible dicks?" I chuckled. "I can't blame you. It's really my fault. I actually forgot about it, I was having such a good time." She turned over so she was on top of me, and straddled my hips, pressing the base of my shaft against her barely-covered pussy. "Have you had sex with a woman since you got this thing, Jim?" "Nope," I answered technically truthfully. "Want to try?" she leaned down to kiss me again and started humping against my shaft. We made out forcefully like this for a long time, until we both finally decided enough was enough and got completely naked. We tried all kinds of things. First I fingered her, which nearly brought her to orgasm. I had always prided myself on the skill of my "programmer hands" and I was glad it wasn't just the succubi's supernaturally enhanced libidos that convinced me I hadn't gotten rusty. She tried to jerk off my titanic rod, and even tried to give me a sort of blowjob, but it didn't work at all. Jerking off a penis that big is an art form that few, if any, people master. Eventually, we settled on something that worked for both of us. We put some lube between her shapely thighs, then she laid down on the bed and lifted her legs up. I held them together and inserted my cock between them, rubbing right on her crotch. It felt kind of weird, not really like a vagina, but certainly it was tight and wet and hole-like, which at that point was enough for me. My balls were now so full that they were swollen up like coconuts, resting on the bed below me. I needed release badly. Violet didn't seem much better off, she humped against my shaft and moaned like a bitch in heat. I pounded her makeshift leg-pussy for several minutes, coating her torso liberally in my pre-cum as I did so, before finally I felt it coming. "Ah! Ahhhh! I'm coming!! I'm gonna cum!!" I shouted. "God! Me too! Fuck me! Cum for me!" "GRAAHHHH!" Finally, the dam broke, and a stored up load of epic proportions was launched from my gigantic cum tube. The first shot sprayed like a hose for five straight seconds, probably almost a quarter inch around, and splattered on the wall behind Violet with a loud *thwap*. The relief I felt was instant and overwhelming, and I struggled to stay up while more and more cum fired out of my cock. Violet sat up on her elbows and was rewarded with a torrent of cum that soaked her face and chest and pooled on the bed below her. This apparently launched off her own orgasm, which wasn't quite the spectacle of one of the succubi getting sperm, but was certainly quite powerful looking. It took several minutes for my cum to slow and then stop. Even for me, that load was truly spectacular. I blamed the fact that I'd been aroused for almost seven hours straight with no relief by that point. My balls slowly returned to their normal size, and my dick even deflated. Violet had been completely drenched in my creamy white semen. It looked like some kind of face mask, except that it dribbled off her, onto her already soaked breasts or onto the bed. It took a while before either of us spoke. "Holy shit," Violet said, "that's a big mess you made." "I can help clean it up," I offered, but she quickly waved the suggestion away. "No, no, it's probably a pretty easy cleanup actually, and this apartment is too small for two people to be hustling around at the same time. You can go." She looked down at herself and grinned. "I'd give you a little goodbye hug, but I think I'd just get your own cum all over you." I smiled back. "Well, maybe next time I see you we can have a hello hug instead. You've got my number, right?" "Yup! Bye Jim!" She waved enthusiastically, and I turned to leave. Jeez, even when she was naked and covered in cum she looked really cute. This girl was certainly going to get me in trouble.