Nate came home late from an already late night shift. Due to coworker incompetence, closing the store took a turn for the worse, with remopping the floors included. Thankfully, he had the self control to hold back a possible tirade against his fellow employee and there was no further issue.
Well, aside from Nate having to walk home at 11pm as a result.
Slumped forward in pain and exhaustion, Nate dragged his feet along the walk. His one relief being that tomorrow starts his vacation. Not that he had much planned for it, other than chilling at home, since his girlfriend was out of state.
His phone was dead, meaning this would be a boring walk in the cold darkness. Sighing, he avoided looking anywhere except for at the ground for the whole trek.
Walking a few blocks, he felt the wind pick up a tad; a breeze blowing past his ears made him shiver. But that wasn't all that ran a chill down his spine. Call him crazy, but Nate could swear he heard a woman sigh into his ear.
Jumping out of fear, he hastily turned to look behind him. To his surprise, not a soul stood on the sidewalk. Shaking his head, he got back to walking, glad it was just in his head. Or was it?
Events picked up, as he kept hearing the same woman's voice sigh and moan in both his ears. Panicking, he kept looking over his shoulders, always finding nothing there. He had the urge to cry out in despair for it to stop, yet it left once he saw his street ahead.
Sprinting for his life, he had to run all the way to the end of the road where his house resided. He was sure that all he needed was a good night sleep for this torment to end.
However, getting closer and closer to his house filled him with dread. Nate noticed that on his white front door, a splotch of red covered the middle of it. Shortening the distance, he discovered that someone seems to have painted a giant kissmark onto his door in red paint.
"Son of a bitch!" Nate cursed, angry that someone would dare vandalize his home.
He couldn't be bothered to deal with putting in a report to the police tonight, so he stepped in and slammed the door shut, sealing his fate.
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After Nate had taken a much needed shower and eaten a microwaved dinner, he felt tired enough for bed. Deciding to forgo the dishes, he grabbed one last glass of water before hitting the hay.
Halfway through drinking, Nate practically choked, as the kitchen lights all shut off.
Looking over at the unflipped switch, he figured it was just an electrical problem, so he pulled out his phone to use as a light.
None of the other switches in his house seemed to work either, further strengthening his theory of this problem. Standing in the kitchen again, he scratched his head and compiled a mental list of things he had to get fixed tomorrow.
The sound of dripping fluid took his attention, however. Checking the sink, he held the nobs off, yet still heard the sound. Eyeing up the kitchen, he stepped lightly to look for any leaks.
His foot ended up stepping in a puddle on the tile, nearly causing him to slip. Uttering a swear, Nate looked up to the ceiling, finding something that should not be there.
There, above his head, was a pair of lips; huge, plump red lips just hovering in the air. About the size of a couch cushion, the lips leaked saliva down onto the ground. Pursed into a smile, they shot down and covered Nate's face.
Immediately finding it hard to breathe, Nate had his face completely surrounded by soft lipness. A suction could be felt around his head before setting him free. Reaching to find his face covered in saliva, he realized these huge lips kissed him!
He desperately tried to run, but slipped on the floor, falling onto his back. The lips floated down and smiled, showing off their pearly white teeth being licked by a thirsty tongue.
The lips bit Nate's pants and tore them to shreds, taking his underwear with it. Shaking with fear, his bare shaft flopped about, slowly growing as blood and adrenaline rushed through his body.
Licking their lips, they shoot down, engulfing Nate's erection between their plush cock pillows. Tightening themselves, the suction created an area of extreme constriction around their meat treat.
"No! Get off!" Nate exclaimed, struggling to free himself. The combination of the day's exhaustion, the pleasure from the lips, and their strength made this impossible.
Pumping up and down, the lips went to town schlurping Nate's erection, now at full mast. He grit his teeth; the soft lips rubbing along his shaft was paired up with the tongue licking his tip. Clenching his fists, he found his will giving in.
"Ah, to hell with it." He stated, laying there; twitching from the lips assault on his groin.
And they seemed to really want what his rod could give to them. They increased their speed to hasten the process, trying to draw out the first drop of spunk. As they did, Nate could hear their muffled moaning.
Their wish was about to come true. Arching his back, Nate grunted and dumped a saved up load right into the hungry maw of the lips. They moaned loudly once they finally got the deposit, letting go of Nate's waist.
Floating up, they puckered and licked themselves, savoring the taste of their victim's seed. They gulped it down somehow, sticking out their tongue to proudly display the deed to Nate.
He was still weirded out by all this, shakily getting up on his feet. Having just been sucked off by a floating mouth, his body was left with no energy to stand, let alone walk.
Grasping the wall for support, Nate hobbled his pantless self out of the kitchen. The lips smiled and floated along behind him, being led all the way to Nate's bedroom.
Completely ignoring his companion, Nate got to his bed and was about ready to hop in. But, the lips had something to take care of first. Moving quickly, they made sure to give Nate a good night kiss, before resting on the mattress.
Sighing in annoyance and exhaustion, Nate got on top of them, laying on his stomach. The plump lips actually worked rather well as cushioning, and were rather comfy for Nate to lay on. Even more so, since his dick slipped between the lips again, safely secured where it should be for the night.
Drifting off to sleep, Nate sleepily said, "Good night." not really considering whether this whole debacle has been a dream to begin with or not. He fell into unconsciousness, resting atop his new lips bed.
They seemed to fall asleep, in whatever way a disembodied pair of lips could. But, they still sucked Nate off in their sleep, as he slept. They got a few midnight snacks thanks to this sleeptime sexual act.
