Succubus' Tales

Enjoy Me

Having Henri's ample length fill me felt so good, as if I'd been waiting and dry for so long. Oh, the irony of it all, but it was true. The more powerful men always felt this way, but every time it seems to surprise me. It was the wonderful feeling that always comes from getting something that it feels you've been waiting for years on end to get your hands on.

I let the weight of my upper body rest on the desk, raising my round buttocks and offering the entire depth of my pussy to the Frenchman behind me. And he took it. He plunged even further into me, touching my soft fleshy depths that had stayed warm even in the cool air of the room, hitting a pleasure spot so intense that it always seemed my body had forgotten it possessed it. Henri pulled almost entirely out of me then, slowly so that I could feel him move against every tiny millimetre of me, causing sparks of pleasure to erupt all through my sex.

Captain Henri grasped the cheeks of my ass in his long hands and squeezed as he quickened his pace in and out of me, but the strokes remained smooth and deep. The slight pain teamed with the warmth of his hands against my skin was delicious as Henri quickened his pace in and out of my still tight pussy. My breasts rubbed against the rough wood of the simple desk as their flesh poured out of the low neckline of my dress. The friction made my breasts hot and pink, the stinging with every movement making the pleasures that came from Henri thrusting his manhood deeply into me all the more intense.

My nipples hardened with the new stimulation and rubbed more against the wood grain, turning them scarlet and sending sharp pains right into my chest. All this heightened my senses and Henri must have known it, because he started to thrust faster and it felt so good that I started to let out a tiny moan with my breath every time that his body connected with mine. I could feel the orgasm welling up deep inside of me, teasing me by staying low and not wanting to surface.

I'd be lying if I said I ever wanted Henri to stop. He had the combination of pleasuring me while he knew that it was hurting me too, down to a tee. The heady combination was driving me mad and I turned my head to try and see if he was enjoying it as much as I was. That proved fruitless, as my skirt was still up round my waist, its soft bulk blocking my view. And the frustration made it all the more delicious as he kept a good pace in and out of my soaking depths.

Henri slowed again then, pushing his rock hard cock into me as far as he could muster and sending those soft but intense waves of pleasure out from the very deepest parts of me. I could feel a strong pulse in my pussy and my stomach fluttered with pleasure every time he slid himself into me. I could hear myself moaning as the orgasm built inside me, but it felt like I was a million miles away now, floating on a cushion of warm bliss. Henri groaned behind me, his grip on my ass growing a little weaker and moving to thrust my hips closer to his at the end of every stroke, trying to get that little bit further into me every time.

When I came, I could feel the pleasure tingling in my head and feet first, building to travel down my neck and up my legs until the two sparks finally met low in my body and exploded in waves of searing heat and freezing chills that filled my entire body. I let out a loud, long sound and moaned Henri's name almost breathlessly as the height of my orgasm hit me like an explosion of feeling and colour behind my eyelids, held tight shut, trying to capture every last drop of that exquisite delight.

My pussy tightened around Henri's hard length as I came, heightening his pleasure as the last few of his strokes came hard and slow into me. He let out a primeval grunt as his orgasm came too, and a long sigh as his seed came to meet my juices in a hot, flowing dance of feeling. I mirrored his sigh and let my body sink down onto the desk, feeling that last flutter of pleasure as I slid off Henri's hard length.

Breath came to me in slow, ragged gasps as my head spun, still floating high above me from the sheer intensity of my satisfaction. I managed to haul myself around to face Henri, flattening my skirts back down and still leaning my back against the hard desk; my face must have been a picture of enjoyment, as he smiled down at me like a job well done. And I was. Well done, that is. I'd not had a man give me such an intense orgasm so quickly in a century, and even when you're as old as I am, that's a long time to wait for some good sex.

Despite the fact that he was softening by the second, I got a good view of Henri's manhood and I knew, I'd not seen such a perfect specimen in a long time. I couldn't help myself then; he just looked so delicious with my and his juices glistening on him in the dim light of the room. Sliding down the desk to my knees, my hands took his to stop him from re-clothing himself and I sat on my haunches there for what seemed like another eternity.