Devil with a Pretty Face

Vincent Howland was the frontman for the metal band Slasher back in the late '80s. The band was one of the last successful gasps of the '80s rock scene with a few high charting albums. But, that was decades ago. He was still regarded as a rock icon, but he didn't feel like it. Even though the band still sold out venues and toured, he felt old now.

A few months ago, he met a young singer named Lucy. She was the daughter of a celebrated pianist and had an eight octave range. She performed at some of the band's concerts and turned some of their cheesy '80s hits into operatic brilliance. A few days ago, he invited her to be in their music video for a cover of Cherry Pie. She's a cute, curvy girl. Sure, she was 18 and he was in his 60s now. But, who wants to watch grandma act sexy?

The idea was just her doing scenes from the actual music video but Lucy thought that was boring. She suggested in her cute, feminine way that she do a bunch of suggestive things or outright get naked. So, the film crew shot a few scenes of her taking a shower, bending over to pick something up (and not wearing any panties), and deepthroating a banana. Originally, they wanted her to just lick it suggestively (and the banana they gave her was normal sized). She thought this was boring, went to the store, and bought a banana that would make John Holmes feel inadequate. She took it down her throat like it was nothing. She looked at Vincent as she did it and winked. He felt weird. She was literally younger than his grandkids. He shouldn't be turned on by this.

After the shoot, Vincent went to his trailer to relax. He expected to hear a knock soon. He and Lucy were friends. She was friends with the whole the band really liked her. They thought she was pretty cool and her immature, frat boy humor was charming. She loved risque and dirty humor and took a liking to them because she could indulge in it with them. Boys she knew usually shirked away or got incredibly awkward when she made a dirty joke. It was nice to talk to guys who would laugh with her.

Despite all that, Vincent knew Lucy had a voracious appetite for dick and he'd be her next prey. She was very open about her body count, 180 last time she mentioned it. That included a long time boyfriend. Without him, it'd probably be double that. She was also a proud size queen, bragging about how could take guys that most girls couldn't. Guys in the double digits, DDs as she called them, were her favorite. Most girls wouldn't even try. For her, it was as easy as singing. That gave her power over them, a power she revelled in.

He heard the knock and, despite his better judgments, he opened the door. She stood there sweet and innocent, but he knew he'd soon see her devilish side. Lucy was a beautiful woman, but she wasn't Hollywood's idea of beautiful. She was built like a fertility goddess. Short, curvy with a bit of a tummy, a fat ass, and a huge rack. An I-cup to be precise, making her very top heavy (and giving the impression she was 50% boobs).

"Hi, Vincent, can I come in?" she asked. He saw the hunger in her eyes.

He felt his heart pound but he still said yes. She came in and they sat on his couch together. "What brings you here, Lucy?"

"Um, can't I just visit my friend on set. Do I need an ulterior motive?" she asked. He could see her the devil in her green eyes. Even her brownish red hair was something from the pits of Hell.

"I think you already have one."

She smiled. "Aww, you know me so well. And to think we haven't known each other that long."

"It's not going to happen, Lucy. You're too young."

"Vincent, age is just a number. Besides, I'm better than any woman you've ever been with. Trust me."

"I don't doubt that, but the answer is no."

He saw her grin. He'd left an opening for her. A single doubt she could exploit for her personal gain. She was a smart girl. She recognized it before he even realized he made it.

She got closer to him and started rubbing his knee. She was inches away from what she wanted. She could take it. It was so close. But, she wanted him to surrender. She wanted him to acknowledge her as the victor in this competition.

"Vincy," she whispered, her mouth pressed against his ear, "you know I'll be the best you've ever had. My mouth is addicting. Once that python of yours crawls into the warm, wet cave of this throat, it'll never want to leave. It puts pussy to shame. Well, not my pussy but you know. No one is better than me. No one. Even gay guys know that. Mmm. I know little Vincent is straining that fabric. He wants out so bad."

"Lucy..."

"But, I'll bet he isn't that little. Right, Vincy? I've heard the rumors. I've wanted to see it for a long time. Taste it, know every little vein and wrinkle. You know I can sing opera? I can sing a lot of different styles. It's all about throat control. So, I have techniques no other woman can do. It feels otherworldly."

"Fuck it. Just do it, Lucy. I'm about to burst through these damn jeans."

Lucy beamed. "I'm so happy you see things my way. But, I have two rules. One, let me do my thing. You never interrupt an artist while she works on her masterpiece. Second is more of a warning. I'm a total bitch, Vincent. You'll get amazing head but you're going to be my plaything," she said with a kiss on the cheek. "Ok?" she asked sweetly.

He had no choice but to mutter an "ok." Lucy got between his legs and placed a kiss right where his dick was underneath his pants. Even though he didn't feel anything, electricity surged through his body.

Lucy started by taking his shoes off and throwing them in a corner. She moved on to his belt, unbuckling it and slithering it out of the loops. It, too, went in the corner. Before she went on, she took off her shirt, giving him an amazing view of her huge rack. Anytime she gave head, Lucy made sure the views were incredible. From there, she unbuttoned his pants and the zipper slowly came down. She opened up her present.

She was right. The blue fabric of his boxer briefs was struggling to contain his excitement. It wanted to feel the cool air of the trailer. But, it needed to be in Lucy's throat. "He's so excited to meet me, Vincent. He just knows he's going to be my pet once I'm done."

She wrapped her fingers around the sides of his jeans. As they began to slip off, his body instinctively raised up so that, before he knew it, they were past his knees. His body did her bidding without him even thinking. Soon, his jeans were halfway across the room.

"He's so cute in this little blue dress, Vincie. Mind if I just..."

Before he could say anything, she licked his crotch through the fabric of his boxer briefs. A single lick from where his balls were all the way to the band around his waist. It sent shockwaves throughout his entire body. She smiled and did it again and then a third time, this time giving the tip an extra lick.

"Ooh, I think I can see it throb. He liked that, huh? I wonder if I could make you cum with just my tongue. I mean, obviously I could. The question is whether I'm that sick of a bitch to do it."

She leaned in closer and whispered, "I am that sick, Vincent. If I wanted to, I could make you explode with just a lick. Hell, I could do it with just a finger. But, since we're friends, I'll give you the full experience."

"You are the devil, Lucy," Vincent growled.

She beamed. "Aww, you flatter me."

She ran her lips around the outline of his dick in his boxer briefs. When she reached the head, she took as much as she could in her mouth and began sucking. She used the best technique she could, knowing full well that he could barely feel it through the soft fabric.

She quietly nursed it, doing enough to keep it hard while prolonging the actual real pleasure he knew he'd be getting soon. Lucy sucked cock for her own pleasure. She enjoyed it as much if not more than the guy whose pleasure meant nothing to her. Vincent was just one in a long line of men who got to see this side of her. Most never came back for seconds or thirds. They loved the head but not the emasculation and humiliation that came with it. A slim few stayed, quietly accepting her domination. They all had one thing in common. They were all DDs, 10 inches or more. For them, it was Lucy or nothing. She loved it that way.

She kissed the head. "Now, let's see if the rumors are true," she said before slipping his underwear off. Instinctively, he raised up. The moment his cock was free of that cloth prison, it popped up, standing in all its 10 inch glory. She left his underwear just above his knees so she could admire its beauty.

Vincent's cock was a bulbous, purplish head sitting atop an ivory tower. At the bottom, it was a nest of gray and white pubes. It was a little thick and Lucy loved it that way. To her, this was phallic perfection, an artistic masterpiece. It was the perfect plaything.

"So, the rumors are true," she said with a laugh. "He's so pretty."

She gave the underside a kiss. It throbbed a little and some precum beaded on top of the head. She scooped it off with her finger and held it out to Vincent.

"Lick it off, Vincie. Show me how good of a boy you are."

He hesitated. Was he really going to do this? Was he this desperate to cum?

"Oh, Vincie, I wouldn't hesitate," she said as she brought her other hand up to flick the underside of his cock but stopped centimeters from her target. Vincent knew that'd hurt like hell. He also knew Lucy would do it.

"Everything that happens in here is between us, right?" he asked.

She smiled. It was both to reassure him that she was actually nice and knowing he'd be doing her bidding soon. "Of course, Vincie. The only person who's going to tell anyone what happens here is you. But, only if you want to."

Vincent knew she was telling the truth. Lucy was an awesome girl. She was just sadistic in the bedroom. He leaned forward and sucked it off her fingers. It tasted a little salty.

"Good boy. I like men who follow directions. You want to see something?"

She wrapped her plump lips around the head and swallowed all ten inches in one gulp. Vincent gasped and couldn't help but moan in orgasmic agony as he felt her throat envelop the head and squeeze it tightly. Before he could cum, she let it fall out. It stood there, throbbing and dripping wet in the afternoon heat.

She waited a few seconds before doing it again and again and again. The last time she'd brought him a little too close to the edge and he came a little. Not enough for a full orgasm and certainly not enough for her fun to end but enough for a few drops.

"Aww, little Vincie held back for me. He knows he's my bitch now and didn't want my fun to end. Good boy," she said, kissing the head right where she knew he would tense up from a wave of pleasure.

She slowly bobbed up and down, letting his huge cock reach the depths of her snake-like throat. While down there, she'd open up her throat like she was singing opera. This gave Vincent a rush of pleasure each time. Every so often, while down there, she did something that enveloped his head. It was like entering another throat. Lucy was an otherworldy cocksucker.

She slowly licked from the base to the tip. Vincent closed his eyes in agony. She did it a few more times, noticing him clench the sofa so hard that he broke through the blue leather.

"Oh, I almost forgot those big, hefty balls of yours,," she exclaimed, giving each one a kiss. "Fuck, I bet they're so full. Are they full, Vincent?"

She looked up at him doe-eyed, expecting an answer. "Yes," he said. His voice was a hushed whisper, struggling to say each word. His cock pulsed in pleasure. "They're so full. I-I need to cum, Lucy. May-may I please cum in you. That's where my cock belongs. Inside you."

"You know how to sweet talk a girl, Vincent. We'll be finished soon enough. While I suck these beautiful balls of yours, I want you to promise me something. Promise me that you'll cum in my throat. Your little swimmers should be swimming in my stomach tonight. If you cum while your dick isn't anywhere near my throat, I'm afraid this will be the last time I ever give you head. Got that, baby girl?"

He ignored the "baby girl" remark and promised her. She slowly sucked each ball in her warm mouth, massaging them with her tongue. Vincent couldn't really focus on it because he was struggling to keep from cumming. He wasn't entirely sure if she would follow through on her threat. He didn't want to find out.

She didn't stay down there long. She also wanted their game to end. She had a date tomorrow. Every month, her little brother Zach took her out. It started out as a way to teach him how to treat a girl right. But, nowadays, she saw it as a highlight of the month. Zach treated her a lot better than most guys and really put a lot of effort into their dates. Anyone who knew her knew that she always prioritized her little brothers. Even if she had a dick appointment, if her little brothers wanted to do something, she'd spend time with them. They meant so much to her.

Lucy let Vincent's balls fall out of her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began bobbing up and down like a jackhammer. She made sure to swallow every inch. Vincent was extremely impressed watching her basically facefuck herself with a 10 inch cock. This girl wasn't human.

Vincent hit the edge and his dick didn't even hesitate before painting Lucy's throat white. He felt like he was about to die right there. He could feel her swallowing with every pump. It took well over a minute before he stopped pumping into her stomach but he could still feel twinges.

"Fuck, Vincent, I think you spoiled my appetite," she said as she got up and stretched. He could barely stay conscious after all that, but she treated it like a workout. A little tired but not too much. "If you survive until tomorrow, I thought you could fuck me in the ass. You know, a lot of girls are too scared of anal but I love it. The dirty talk is so hot. You can be so nasty but it's such a turn on."

She gave Vincent a kiss. "Bye bye, Vincie. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

Lucy left like a phantom. Vincent closed his eyes for a minute. When he opened them, it was morning. He'd slept 12 hours. Maybe more men need a Lucy. Who needs sleeping pills when she can suck the soul out of you?