The Succubus Part 1 & 2 & 3 & 4

The Succubus Part 1

             The Succubus

Fifteen hours at work after two of my employees called in sick makes for a long day.
I don't mind hard work after all, it is my company, and I made it a success by hard work.
However, it just sucks the big one when you can't find people who are willing to work and have pride in what they do.
I guess I'm just old fashioned, and still believe in the concept of a work ethic.
That being said, as the owner, I have to keep the store open, and if my employees call off, I'm the one stuck filling in.
So closing time rolls around, I'm dead tired, and my feet hurt.

Thank God I live above my store.
I never have to worry about traffic jams or bad weather.
On the other hand, it's hard for me to call in and blow off the day saying my car won't start.
The ten pm news finished, and that was my cue to head to the sack.
A quick shower, brush my teeth, and its off to la la land.
Thirteen days of this with no end in sight.
If I kept up this schedule, I was headed for a breakdown.
Crawling into my bed, all I wanted to do is get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Turning off the bedside lamp, I drew the covers and surrendered to the arms of Morpheus.

I think my favorite moments are those moments when you are on the verge of sleep.
You know you are somewhat awake, yet you feel yourself drifting away into the first moments of sleep.
As I drifted away, all the bullshit from the day faded into the distance.

Sometime during the night, my dreams took on a most delightful edge.
It's rare that I have a dream that revolves around sex.
When I do the part that just plain sucks is that inevitably I wake up at the exact moment when it gets good.
Tonight, however, was different, this dream was so vivid and lifelike that if asked, I would have to say that it was real.

As I lay upon my bed, I felt a shifting of the mattress and the covers being pulled off of my body.
Cracking open my eyes, I spied the figure of a woman, and what a woman! In all of history, wars have been fought for beauty such as this.

I wasn't able to judge her height as she was kneeling on my bed.
Her hair was red as a late summer sunset.
Her skin as pale as rice paper.
Her figure, the very figure of Venus.
Hips delightfully sitting upon legs that were muscular yet pure femininity.
Her waist, thin without being vulgar.
Her breasts, well they were everything a man could hope to one day hold in his hands.
Her face, angelic.

Looking at me as my eyes opened, she placed a finger to her lips in the universal gesture for silence.
Reaching up, she touched her shoulder, and the wrap she wore drifted away as smoke in a gentle breeze.
I began to reach out to her and found to my dismay that my body was frozen in place.
I sent the signals to my arms and hands, yet they betrayed me by refusing to move.
Any part of me I attempted to move rejected the idea.
Only my eyes obeyed my commands.
The words I desired to speak never made it past my brain.
Not that I minded, it was a dream after all.
In a dream, anything was possible.

With a grin that spoke of pure lust, a lust that could freeze the Pope in his tracks, she crawled towards me.
Her motion akin to a large, sleek cat.
A movement that was all things sex.
Reaching outward, her fingers touched my leg.
The result was an instant erection, larger and harder than ever.
No amount of Viagra could have caused this reaction.
If ever there was a time to be proud of my body, this was it.

Her fingers moved lazily upward, tracing the veins and ridges of my cock.
With her nail, she teased the rim.
Pre-cum began to pour from the tip, so much my cock and balls were soon coated.
It just kept pouring out of the tip non-stop.
Wrapping two fingers tightly around the base, she drew them upward, milking more of the fluid from my body.

Leaning inward, her mouth hovered a few inches away from the tip.
Spurt after spurt flew from the tip into her open mouth.
In a never ending stream, she drank down pints of pre-cum.
This has to be a dream.
Nobody could produce this amount of pre-cum.

Leaning closer, her lips wrapped themselves around the head and began a slow descent to the base.
As she pulled back up, her tongue played with the slit.
Suddenly the feelings changed, her tongue felt as if it were going into the slit.
I could feel it as it wormed its way inside and wriggling around as it began sinking further and further inward.
Oh my god, the sensations were amazing.

Deeper, her tongue probed until, at last, I felt it deep inside my body.
It was if a snake had found its way into my body through the tip of my cock.
Sawing in and out it's movement, causing waves of joy to rush the length of my cock.
When finally it withdrew, I felt empty and forlorn.
Throughout this, the pre-cum continued to flow.
My bed sheets were soaked, and I could feel the liquid running down the crack of my bottom.

Crawling upward, her body straddled my midsection.
Taking my cock in hand, she impaled herself upon it.
Volcanic heat instantly enveloped my member.
There was a delightful pain as she sank down.
The heat of her cavern along with the pain drove my cock upward.
Still frozen in place, I could only observe as she plundered my soul.
For the next twenty minutes or so, she rode me.
At one point, reaching under me, she began to probe my bottom.
Her finger reaching inward caused my cock to surge.

Leaning down, she brought her lips near mine.
As this was happening, I felt something once again crawling out from my cock.
As I looked at her lips, there began a shimmering of the air between our lips.
Suddenly the shimmering began to draw something from within my body, only to be inhaled into hers.
More and more shimmering was drawn from my body.
It was at the height of this that my orgasm began.

Even though my body was frozen internally, a shiver began at my toes and ran up my body only to center itself around the base of my cock.
The orgasm that resulted was beyond anything I had ever experienced.
My cock began throbbing as cum exploded from within.
More and more cum flew from my body into hers in a never ending stream.
There was no way possible for a person to have that much cum, yet there it was.
A stream that just kept spurting out of me.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I reveled in my orgasm.
And then it was over.
Opening my eyes only to discover she was gone shocked the hell out of me.
Within seconds I was asleep, only to be jolted awake by the alarm on my nightstand.
Confusion reigned, this had to be a dream, I thought, yet it was so vivid and felt so real.

Jumping out of bed, I searched for any evidence that the dream might have been real.
There was nothing to be found.
All was as it should be, nothing in my room spoke of a middle of the night tryst.
Dragging myself to the bathroom, I flipped on the light and began my morning ritual.

Shower, shave, and brush my teeth.
When I turned towards the mirror, I was surprised to see dark rings of tiredness around my eyes.
It looked for all the world as if I had been awake for a week.
Well, I could only guess that my dream was far more draining than any dream I had ever had.
Dressed and ready to start the day, I made my way down to the shop.
Kim, my manager, had already arrived, and the shop was open and ready for our first customers.
For the most part, the day was uneventful.

The one wrinkle was my stamina, of which there was none.
All through the day, my body just dragged.
I felt like I had been running two marathons back to back.
I hoped I wasn't coming down with the flu.
By the end of the day, I was ready to collapse.
That evening I was feeling a bit stronger.
By ten, I had regained my strength.

As I turned in for bed, I had to chuckle.
Had I really thought a dream was the cause of my lethargy?
Later in the night, I was awakened by a weight shifting upon my bed.
Once again she had returned, and once again I was frozen in place.
Once again, this evening was a carbon copy of the night before.

Every night that followed for the next week, she returned to my bed chamber.
With each visit, my body became weaker.
With each visit, my sanity began to falter.
With each morning Kim would look upon me as I came to work.
Yet for days she said nothing, even though I could see in her eyes the level of concern as to my well being.
On the sixth day, she no longer was able or willing to keep silent.

"Frank, what the hell is going on with you?
I've kept my mouth shut, thinking you have been having a tough time with something I wasn't aware of.
But Frank I have in the space of just one week watched my boss and my friend sink into an abyss.
Frank Your eyes have sunk deep within, and your color has become rather waxen.
Your energy level is basically nil.

On top of that, you've lost weight.
So tell me, Frank, what the fuck is going on with you?
We have always been friends and been able to talk about anything.
So talk to me."

"Kim, I don't know what's going on.
I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon to attempt to find out.
I haven't been sleeping well for one thing.
At 3:30 every night I wake up, or at least I think I'm awake.
When I awake, I'm in the middle of a nightmare.
Although some might not think it a nightmare.
In it there is this incredibly beautiful woman who spends the next forty minutes having the most intensive sex I could ever imagine.
Yet after each night I feel a part of me has been drained away.
Each morning I feel weaker than the day before."

"So I made an appointment with a friend of mine who is a neurologist.
Maybe there is a problem in my brain that is causing this.
My biggest fear would be a tumor.
However, if there were such a thing, I could be assured that I wasn't going crazy and that there was a real medical cause with hopefully a cure."

That afternoon I met with my friend Steve for a series of tests.
The first of which was an MRI followed by an assortment of invasive and non-invasive tests.
The end results proved... nothing.
With the exception of loss of sleep and the associated psychological effects of not sleeping, Steve was unable to find a single thing that might cause what I have been going through.

"Frank if you were a new patient and not someone I've known all my life, I would be referring you to the head of psychiatry for a complete workup.
But having known you for as long as I have, the one thing I can tell you with utmost certainty is that you are in top physical shape.

This issue not withstanding, and on top of that, I would stake my reputation that you are one of the most mentally stable person I know.
That being said, I am writing you a script for "Ambien.".
Take these before bed and let me know in a day or two if they are helping.”

Stopping by the pharmacy a block from home, I gave my prescription to Paul, the pharmacist.
As we were chatting, a couple of neighborhood women I knew were also there.
Each of them had questions about various pregnancy test kits.

"It's a funny thing, Frank, for the last couple of days we've had a run on those test kits.
Normally, I probably sell five a week.
I had maybe forty or fifty on the shelf and in overstock.
As of this afternoon, I'm down to just a few, there must be a whole lot of sex going on."

Later, as I was readying myself for bed, I took the Ambien.
After about 20 or so minutes, the book I was reading started to
fade in and out as I began to feel the drug begin to take effect.
The normal feeling of falling into my slumber was absent.
Instead, my eyes felt heavy, and my mind is beginning to shut down.