Irresistible You

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I’m not what you’d call an ordinary man; even though there really is no such thing. Despite looking pretty average of what you’d expect for a guy at 25, I’m not quite the social type nor am I very good with being around people in general. However, I don’t see myself as special either, in fact, I would often feel like I was drifting through life; that is until I met her…

You see, I’m involved in a complicated relationship. Complicated how? Think of it as somewhere between ‘not sure how to label it’ and ‘only happens in porn’. It all started about a month ago when this girl knocked on my door in the middle of a terrible rainstorm. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, long wavy purple hair, and undeniable curves you couldn’t help but notice. What stuck out even more was how calm she presented herself during such a heavy downpour, like it was barely an inconvenience for her. I believe the excuse she used to enter my place was ‘my car broke down, can I use your phone?’ She took off her coat and, I won’t lie, my eyes were immediately drawn to the abundant valley of cleavage so shamelessly on display. The way her wet shirt clung to her chest, framing her nipples perfectly in a way that made my jaw drop. I did my best to tear myself away and go make some tea to warm her up. She introduced herself as Freya, and despite thinking what an unusual name it was, it strangely suited her.

Before I could even register what was happening, the lights dimmed, the apartment became unimaginably hot, and my now nude house guest walked toward me with a deeply lascivious grin. For the rest of the night, I blacked in and out somewhere between her lips pressed against mine and being tied to the bed while her gorgeous body mercilessly bounced on my cock. I could’ve sworn it was just a dream when I awoke the next morning and she was gone, but she had left me a note with a lipstick mark and a drawing of a rather insinuatingly curvaceous heart. Without a single word written on that paper, I knew somehow I’d be seeing her again.

Basically, by opening my door to her, I had become what I never imagined I would be: a fucktoy. On completely random nights, she would appear in my apartment and play her little games with me, which usually involved sucking me dry in countless, euphoric ways. I admit, a huge part of me grew addicted to her as well as the overwhelming feelings of ecstasy that linger after she’s gone; but there were times I wondered if this was right. Was I a fool for engaging in this type of relationship at all? Should I rebuff her and move on with my life? Simple fact is none of those questions are strong enough to rival Freya’s hold over me. When I’m face to face with her, those sinful, hot-pink eyes giving me a look that brings me to my knees, the idea of resistance seems utterly pointless. In the end, Freya always gets what she wants.

It was another ordinary night, I had just finished work at my warehouse job and as usual, I was exhausted. As I slid my key into the door lock, I froze and slowly put my ear up against the cold wood, wondering if she was inside, but I couldn’t hear a sound. Maybe she wasn’t coming tonight, I thought. It had become a little guessing game this past month, keeping track of how many nights she’d ‘break’ into my apartment. Just when I’d think she wasn’t coming, she’ll pop up in the middle of the night to suck me off, if only to prove me wrong. Even if tonight was going to end up like that, at least I’d be able to have dinner and relax first.

So I opened the door and immediately a strong, albeit pleasant scent flooded my senses. An all-too-familiar giggle came from the living room, my crotch twitching instinctively. Nope, it was going to be one of THOSE nights instead.

There she sat, my incomparable mistress of the night, a glass of wine in one hand while the other fiddled with her paper-thin nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. The moment we locked eyes, she lifted one of her long, slender legs til it draped over the back of the couch, giving me a wide-spread look at the glistening sex that I was thoroughly enslaved to.

“Welcome home, big boy~. Another hard day’s work?” Her voice called to me and sent shivers through every cell of my body. I tried to pretend it didn’t phase me, which I knew would only spur her on.

“Evening, Freya, fancy seeing you in my apartment again. How long have you been coming around now? Personally, I’ve never had a first date last…” I contemplated the number of times she’s snuck in like this, taking my jacket off and setting my stuff down on the table.

Before I could make another move, she appeared behind me, her breath tickling my ear. “29 days?”

I just smiled a bit, feeling the goosebumps crawl up by back and along my neck. “Oh I didn’t realize it was our one month anniversary, I’d have gotten you something.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty head about that. You know all I ever need is what’s between those legs.” She spoke in her sultry voice, her tongue lightly tracing the rim escort beşiktaş of my ear. “Besides, I’ve got such a special evening planned for the occasion.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my hands clenched the countertop tightly. Damn, has it been a month already?! It occurred to me just how quickly we had become accustomed to one another. It only took her a short time to learn every one of my weaknesses, every sensitive little spot that drove me mad with lust. As for her, she’s taught me exactly what she craves most, and all of it was through practice, not a single spoken word. I didn’t realize until later that it was the long games she preferred, and I was playing precisely to her liking.

“Come, just relax, big boy, and let me tell you what you can look forward to tonight,” she said, already removing my belt, my pants pooled around my ankles on the kitchen floor. “I’m going to relieve you right here, take care of you properly after working all day. Then, I thought we could take a shower together. Of course you remember the shower rules, so unfortunately you’ll be having dinner a bit late tonight.” I just nodded in agreement, trying to suppress my moans as she rubbed my rapidly hardening cock through my boxers. I was used to her little games that she’d play with me, but something seemed different this time, more catered to my pleasure which, of course, I wasn’t complaining. “But don’t you worry, afterwards I’ll reward you with a little surprise while you eat. After that… then I’ll give you even more when we go to bed~” she spoke as her fingertips lightly poked my thick cockhead through my boxers.

Even as she toyed with me, I longed for everything she said, and that was how she owned me. It wasn’t her sexy curves, her E-cup tits or her perfectly-sculpted ass, neither was it the way she touched or dominated me however she pleased. No, she owned me simply with that siren’s voice and words; her promises that fueled every sinful desire I harbored in my depraved mind. Still, that didn’t mean I wasn’t gonna play around a bit.

“And what if your big boy doesn’t want to tonight? Maybe he had a long day,” I replied, giving her a coy smile as I turned around to face her, my clothed erection twitching like mad against her finger.

Freya let out a genuine laugh, her hand flicking my cock playfully. “Silly fuckstud…” she said, dropping to her knees on the cold kitchen tile. “You talk as if you have a choice.” With that, she ripped my boxers cleanly in two and watched as my full, thick cock sprung free, hearing her moan and almost purr as my shaft bobbed up and down. “Mmm, such a beautiful cock… no matter how many times I’ve sucked and fucked this beast, it’s never enough!” She buried her face against my balls, sucking each dangling nut between her lips to rile me up more.

It was already too late to play coy; in just that one minute she was saying and doing all the shit that turned me on to the max. I wasn’t even in my apartment for five minutes and I was already completely hard and slick after her tongue covered every inch of my shaft. Her throaty giggle nearly made me lose my balance, her eyes glued to my manhood as she took hold and jacked me off fast and precisely. She must really be starving for it tonight and, thanks to whatever strange control she had over me, neither of us were worried if I came right then and there on her fucking face.

“Ohhhh fuck… fuuuck how… how do you do this… to me?! Ohhhh!” I moaned loudly just as she wrapped her soft lips around my cockhead. I erupted right down her throat, unloading stream after stream of thick cum as she sucked me off vigorously. She moaned loudly and blissfully as she eagerly swallowed every drop I had to offer, sucking hard and fondling my tight balls to coax more out of me. Even as my intense orgasm subsided, I tried to collect myself fast, because when it came to being with Freya, this would be the first of many to cum.

“Mmmm! Delicious!” Freya exclaimed, sighing happily as she released my cockhead from between her lips with a sexy pop.

She gazed up at me with a seductive, satisfied grin before directing her attention back to my still-stiff shaft, stroking it affectionately as she licked her lips. Seeing her like this I often wondered if she was in love with my phallic funstick, after all the countless times we’ve played her little games it was hard not to reach that conclusion. But as always, during the bits of respite she’d allow me where I could think straight, I wondered just what exactly her end-game was. There was no way it was something as simple as wanting to fuck me over and over again for the rest of our lives, if so she wouldn’t just disappear the moment the sun came up. It felt more like she was with me out of necessity, a primal desire that my libido was always happy to oblige. Before I could reach a plausible theory, my brain was jumbled back into a horny mess with her tongue flicking against my dick-hole.

“Snap escort nişantaşı out of it, big boy~. Don’t tell me you’re tired already! After all, you know exactly what I’ll do if you’re feeling sleepy~…” Her sultry voice drew me in again as she pulled a vial of a familiar purple liquid out of her deep cleavage.

My eyes widened and my cock twitched like mad, growing hard again in seconds. My body was truly out of my control around Freya, training me to be terrified of her methods of ‘keeping me going’. That particular vial was like caffeine mixed with viagra, but the side effect was an intense pain in my crotch that could only be sated by ejaculating. Her twisted little ways always began with a twinge of fear and ended in absolute ball-emptying bliss.

“Oh my! Looks like my big boy is very big tonight, not to mention in desperate need of a good fuck,” she said, standing back up and pressing herself against my chest. Her hand expertly rubbed my shaft, rewarding it for recovering so quickly. “How about that shower? I’m sure we’ve both worked up quite the sweat today…” she said into my ear, leading me to the bathroom before I could even reply. “And I do so love the way your hands feel all over my sexy body, hehe!” She giggled, swaying her hips purposefully while entering the shower first.

She turned on the water and I saw her red dress drape over the shower door. I felt tingles of anticipation when her finger beckoned me to join her. I took my clothes off as fast as I could, my libido in the driver’s seat once again. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the shower and was greeted by my temptress’ plump ass on full display.

“Like what you see, dear? It’s not polite to stare you know,” she teased, rolling her hips from side to side while she held onto the handlebars for support. “If you’re going to stand there gawking, you might as well put that mighty prick to WOOOORK!” Freya exclaimed suddenly as I plunged my wild cock deep inside her.

Another massive load nearly burst the second I felt her velvety pussy hug my shaft. Just standing there with every last inch of me filling her hungry, wet cunt, it was enough to drive any man crazy. And just like before, I gave in and bucked my hips with absolute abandon.

“Oh fuck yes! That’s it, big boy, fuck my pussy! I’ve waited all day for you to wreck me with that fucking cock! Ohhhhh make a mess of her, baby!” She shouted, grinding her own hips in time with my thrusts.

Her smoldering pussy was so busy massaging my cock into oblivion, I nearly didn’t register the tip hitting the entrance of her womb over and over. I tried to hold back this time, wanting to drive her to a mind-blowing orgasm first, but if I knew Freya, she’d want to draw out the game as long as she could.

“Ohhhh you’re so deep, big boy! You know just the way I like it!” She moaned louder, gazing back at me over her shoulder. “How about a little reward?” She then snapped her fingers and immediately I felt my pleasure multiply deep in my crotch. My eyes glazed over and I bucked my hips so fast and effortless, like I could fuck her with enough strength to move a boulder.

“F-Freya… I can’t… stop… I think… I’m gonna…” I muttered between our combined rampant breaths, but the sound of her seductively shushing me, silencing my mind and making me focus on thoroughly fucking her astounding pussy.

“I know, big boy, so am I! Just focus on plunging that gorgeous beast deeper and deeper, then you can cum when I give the word.” Her commands always sound like an irresistible choice, one I was so very eager to make right then and there.

I did as I was told with a stupid, lazy grin on my face, my tight balls on fire with every adrenaline-pumped thrust. Then, the words appeared in my head, reminding me of my place with her and how I secretly loved to say it. I am Freya’s fucktoy, her pleasure is all I need, and my needy cock belongs only to her. Those words would ring through my ears in between her own sultry phrases, beckoning me to be hers no matter how many times I claimed otherwise.

“That’s it! That’s it, right there! Fuck fuck fuck, yes! Cum now! Cum for me you gorgeous fucking stud!” She screamed through her orgasm, her spasming walls mercilessly smothering my cock. I plunged all the way inside, unleashing another massive torrent of cum, filling her up to the brim while we both moaned and melted through our orgasms under the shower head.

“Fuck Freya… I can’t stop loving this… I’m not sure I can hold out til morning,” I uttered, slowly retreating my soaked cock out of her, those quivering lips already leaking my cum.

“Mmmm morning comes fast, big boy. You’ll have plenty of time to rest later, after those balls are completely empty.” She threw me the bottle of soap and began waving her ass in my direction. “Now you know the rules. You’ve fucked me thoroughly, now it’s time to clean up the mess you made of me.” Her command sent shivers up my spine escort etiler and in seconds my hands were drenched in the soapy liquid, spreading it across every last curve of her soft body.

She seemed pleased by my work if her moans were any indication. I barely finished with her ass and thighs before she turned around and embraced me suddenly, smothering my face in her cleavage. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’re definitely more enthusiastic and playful than usual. Mmm good fuckstuds like you just make me melt~.” She lifted my face up and delivered a warm passionate kiss that nearly made me collapse to the shower floor, but snapped me out of it with a firm slap to my ass. “Hurry up now, let’s finish up here so we can get to that special dinner I have planned.” She snapped her fingers and I began to feel that same soapy liquid rising up my legs, cleaning every last trace of sweat on my body as if an invisible hand was doing all the work.

This spurred me on to finish cleaning her as well, earning me some more sultry moans from her. As usual, she demanded that she clean my cock and balls without any magic. She was like an artist when it came to dealing with my genitals, knowing every little trick and weak spot to make me erect in seconds. She did just that and more, her soapy hands stroking my shaft and fondling my balls, lathering them up nicely and rinsing them off with the shower head. She giggled as the water jets made my cock pulse and throb.

Just when I thought she was going to take it down her throat again, this slutty goddess just slaps my shaft and watches it sway wildly in front of her face, prompting a slight whimper out of me. “Mmmm good boy! Clean and hard, just the way I like you.” She placed a wet kiss on my cockhead before standing up and grabbing my length the same way you’d hold someone’s hand. I obediently followed her as she led me out of the shower. She slipped me and herself into a warm towel-like robe that dried our bodies off quickly, but my focus was solely on her as she led me by the cock into the kitchen.

I was taken aback that only an hour had passed since I got home; fuck, it felt like we were in the shower til midnight! Freya let go of me and sat me down at the table. I could smell something very good coming from the oven and stove, but I didn’t remember either being on when I first got home.

“Seeing as you worked ever so hard today, I thought you deserved a tasty meal made by yours truly!” She was so excited, she rarely ever sounded this exhilarated unless skin-slapping sex was involved. I, on the other hand, was a mix of eager and anxious. After a month-full of passionate, nightly rendezvous’, tonight would be the night I was finally going to experience Freya’s cooking. The anticipation was already eating away at me, I felt like a kid on Christmas. She had talked before about her cooking prowess but always finished by saying I wasn’t ready to try it yet, whatever that was supposed to mean.

I opened my mouth to ask her what she had made, but was immediately silenced by her snapping fingers summoning a warm buttered bun between my lips. “Silence, big boy, I know you’re eager to find out what it is, but you’ll just have to wait. Enjoy that little appetizer while I put the finishing touches on the main course.”

I relaxed my shoulders and obediently took a bite of the bun, only for it to send my taste buds into a fireworks frenzy. The bun was actually filled with melted butter, I never knew something so simple could taste so amazing! “It’s… really good… really really good! How did you-?” I was cut off once again by another bun magically stuffed into my mouth.

“Hehe, less talkie more chewie, big boy! Let’s just say I have my own… ‘special’ cooking skills,” she chuckled, returning to the stove, giving me a perfect view of her ass as she swayed her hips gleefully. I just moaned into the pastry’s melty goodness and felt myself become more relaxed. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she was most likely stuffing me with some spell-infused delicacies, but I didn’t care. On some level I trusted Freya, and as long as I served a purpose in her eyes, I tried not to worry.

Just as I finished the two buns, she emerged from the steam-filled kitchen carrying a large bowl of which the contents were already bombarding my senses, making my mouth water without yet knowing what the fuck it was.

“Here you are, big boy, I made my speciality: beef stew! Fresh, hot, and all yours,” she spoke softly, being quite deliberate with her words. She placed the bowl directly in front of me, the smell drawing me in further, making my body tingle at the culinary perfection she had created. Between the buns and the stew, I wondered how her food could have such an effect on me, but the question was squashed from my brain altogether as her dexterous fingers caressed my chin, forcing my face and its surprised expression to look up at her. “What do you say?”

“T-Thank you!” I replied as quickly as I could, pleasing Freya immensely. I was going to say how amazing it looked, but she swiftly took a spoon-full and fed it right into my open mouth. I sighed and chewed the meat and veggies slowly, savoring the taste as my body slumped in the chair. I could have melted into a puddle right there on the chair and I’m sure she wouldn’t have minded.

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