What does a Dullahan look like? Other than missing a head, I'm just like any woman. The beauty of having your head separated from your body is being able to use your own mouth to get yourself off. It is the most satisfying auto-felatio. I know what I want, and can slip my tongue inside myself without the human aspect of contortion. I can ride my own face any time I want like the perfect Sybian.
Humans have been... less than enthusiastic about my missing head. I stopped letting them in, giving the a fright, but I do find myself a nice juicy cock every now and then. I've been making do in creative ways. I even started going out in public to get myself off.
I've eaten myself out in the back of taxis, at various concerts and events, and once even at the graveyard. I'm not proud of that one. Ah hell, yes I am. I set my head down mouth-way up on this marble slab, and grinded it until I came, dripping all over the surface under my head. It wasn't even anyone I knew, just some dead rich bastard getting soaked.
I have a fake head I wear strapped to my shoulders. It was created by a friend of mine. He wasn't much into having sex with me, probably because he considered me to be some freak of nature, some undead being. I was that, to a point. My pussy sure didn't get the memo. It was soaking the second I saw a bulky guy with his shirt off. I could just imagine him pumping his cock inside my pussy while my head sucked on his nutsack from below and digging my nose in his ass, if he'd be down for that.
Getting off in public was my favorite thing to do in the city. The whole place was buzzing all the time, full of people. By the law of averages, at any given moment among twenty million people, at least four were having an orgasm at every single second. It was muffled, sometimes choked out solo to a bit of porn, whether with some handsy action, or an advanced sex toy that simulated the motion. The city was screaming out in ecstasy, spurting out a shot of cum, or a spurt of excited ejaculate, or even just an internal drip that shook the body in a convulsion of pleasure for a brief moment.
"I busted to you," I heard prick up my ears, while lounging in the sun of a rooftop pool. I looked over to a tall muscled up, shirtless guy, already hard under his shorts. It looked like a nice size, some eight inches of length, and girthy like a green plantain. "You're Madamcum, right?"
"You look about ready to bust out of those shorts, daddy," I said. I did get a bit of attention online with an account of sexual nature. "Need to get yourself off in the bathroom real quick?"
"It won't help," he said, shifting his arm to the front where his fingers pushed the pumped up meat tower higher beneath the cloth of his swimming trunks. "I'm too excited to see you, I'd chubb up right after." His thumb fingered the head of his dick under the thin layer, and I felt a sploosh of excitement imagining how that would feel inside me, scratching the inner itch. I got curious and motioned for him to lay down behind me on the sunbathing recliner. It was bound to break if we did any bouncing, but I just wanted to feel that monster cock up against my back for now.
"You are not to cum on my back, is that understood?" I asked, as his hands cupped my breasts from the back over the yellow bikini top I was wearing. I felt the poke slide up my back as he rested his erection's base between my asscheeks. I felt his balls shift around at the base of my butt, in the crevasse of my thighs.
"Yes, Madamcum, I will try."
I wasn't going to make it easy for him. I reached through the magic gap between my upper thighs and massaged his balls like a fidget toy. He squeezed my chest tighter, now under the triangle cloth, surrounding the nipple with his big hands, but not mashing it down. I could feel him resist the urge to thrust his hips. The motion would slide his cock against my back, something I told him not to do. I knew he wouldn't be able to hold it back, and smiled when he pulled his trunks down in one swift motion and guided himself inside.
We gathered quite the crowd by laying down together on a single recliner in the public area. Folks had their cameras out, recording the unnamed guy pumping wildly inside me from behind. I hoped my fake head wouldn't come off. It was designed well enough, but connected to a brace holding onto my shoulders, hidden under some fake skin of the neck. When he was about done, indicated by the speed of his cum gutters slapping against my ass, I felt him pull out to attempt something I instructed him not to do.
Instead, I swiftly grabbed his cock and pointed it at the people recording, spraying them with his spurts of cum. That sure dispersed them, some running off in surprise, and others jumping into the pool to clean themselves off. I always had some recording presence anywhere I went for exactly these sorts of encounters. Some of the gathered folks were recording for me.
"I told you not to cum on my back," I said. "Now suck everything else out of me."
"Yes, Madamcum," he replied, getting on all fours with his mouth and tongue slipping inside my pussy without any other instruction. He did a good job on the front, but his tongue was not as big as his cock. I held his face down, grinding up against his face to get myself off. He'd get waterboarded, but I had no qualms about drowning the man with my pussy as I pushed liquid out in a steady squirt for a few seconds. When he came up for air, I saw his mouth dripping droplets from his chin. He was fully hard again.
The only problem was, if he started pounding me here, my head would most certainly come off. I stood up instead, picked up the bag with my severed head, and grabbed him by the cock, stroking him to follow me as if on a cock leash. When we found some shade, I tied a blindfold over his eyes, and laid him down naked on the floor of some empty corridor the staff probably used. He was pointing up, keeping himself rock hard with his buttocks tight against the surface. I sat on his midsection, cock sitting up in wanting for me. I got my real head out of my bag, and slipped the cock in the mouth of it.
The feeling of it slipping down my throat was incredible, and the dick peeked out from the open neck when it got deep enough. I pulled my head off the dick and brought it to sit on his chest, before pushing my face closer against my pussy. I was getting myself off as his hips begged to enter with tiny little thrusts between my cheeks. I guided him into the tighter alternative, while my severed head continued to tonguefuck my pussy in the front.
He wasted no time, grabbing onto my hips with hungry grasps of flesh to slam himself fully inside my tight asshole. When he put his whole length in, I fell forward onto his chest, pushing off the muscles of his chest tightened by his arms gripping my ass with the force of a wild animal. I could almost feel blood draw at the skin of my ass, and sped up the tongue circling my clit, alternating on the surface, and running the length as far inside as I could get it. His hands looked for my pussy, but I kept batting them away, seeing as my severed head was servicing that part right now.
"I'm gonna fill you up!" The guy grunted out, tightening his jaw with faster thrusts deep in my asshole. I was ever so tempted to slip myself out and let him finish in my mouth, but I smirked as I got myself off at the same time, becoming limp as he throbbed a few more times, spilling hot cum deep inside me. It felt molten at first, like a burst of white hot iron, but settled comfortably warm over his cock still planted deep inside me. By the time his blindfold came off, I was long gone.
My online presence was mostly videos of my having sexual exploits in public, at least the richer public. The poorer the area, the more likely some sorry nobody would want to fuck me like... I never got his name. The richer horny guys were at least bulked up and sized up, be it naturally or by surgery, so I could use them for something of my own.
Most of my content was solo, but some featured my favorite, a shy girl letting me get her off to break out of her shyness. I've made so many girls spread their legs in public, and some even squirted off the top of skyscrapers, always televised for my adoring fans. It started off with me just doing all those things, but when a known shy girl gets off, she blushes crimson, and that heat, that youthful excitement, sells.
The beauty of being a slice of undead, was that every bath was an opportunity to get myself off without the danger of drowning. My head could be submerged in water for a long time, and I never needed to breathe. I especially loved holding my head by the hair, really digging in as my mouth sucked on my clit and labia underwater among the bubbles scented in roses. The strangest thing was that I could see through the eyes on my severed head, but when it was tucked away, I could still see without it.
One thing I could not do as the severed head was move around. It was a very stationary part of me. If I set myself down somewhere, the best I could do was topple over with the muscles in the neck. I could not skip around, nor could I use the sides of the neck to walk like feet. Or maybe I just hadn't practiced enough. It was far more fun to fuck myself with my own personal sex toy head. I even tried to patent that, but humans were hesitant to have a severed head as a sex toy.
They preferred to have a whole body, and even robots that wore silicone on the surface with mounted pussies and lips, assholes, and tits. It was wild, but I did like where technology was going. Soon enough, I could have a robot copy of myself to fuck me in the ass while another fucked my pussy, all the while, I would suck on my own nipples and glomp on the breasts. Even picturing it made me feel moist, but a good dicking down made me too tired to do anything about it.
Instead, I drew myself a bath, and rested my severed head in my bosom as we fell asleep in the hot water. The surface was still after the water cooled, and I was motionless at the bottom of the tub. It would be a scene from a horror film as seen from another perspective, but instead, I fingered myself when I woke up all pruny. It felt extra nice with the ridged skin. There was additional texture, and I could imagine I was getting fingerbanged by that fish guy in that one movie.
When I emerged from the cold bath, it was already dark outside. I sat at my desk by the window, wondering if there were any others like me out there, possibly using their own heads for sexual means as well. I doubted it, but rewatching some old clips of shy girls turning nympho cheered me up. One in particular even got me excited, but I realized I forgot my head in the bathtub. By the time I fished it out, and drained the water, the excitement of trying to get off again had died down.
I held my head against my chest and slept curled up around it. Dreams were the wildest parts of sleeping, and I had so many where I was a guy. I imagined my name as Masterfuck, a dick twist on the Madamcum moniker I wore for public eyes. My dick was enormous, not even realistic, twenty inches in length, the girth of a drainpipe, weighing in at fourteen pounds of blood and meat when erect. When it was hard, it smacked against my chest like an angry gorilla.
I dreamt I split girls in two with it, fucking down their whole throat to the stomach spilling cum right in the acids. I could picture myself sliding along the lining of the uterus on the stomach, like a baby hand pushing on the skin from the inside. Not only did I imagine thrusting my hips in every wet hole I could find, I also wanted to fuck any warm squishy thing, dreaming of fucking a giant marshmallow, then toasting it filled with my cum, and spreading it on a s'more.
I'd wake up from those dreams with my favorite toy already buzzing inside me, as if it walked out of the drawer by itself and snuck under the covers in anticipation of my longing for it. Other times, my severed head would get me off in the embrace of my legs. I loved that tongue the most, my tongue. It knew my pussy so well, and exactly how it needed to service me, or how I needed to service myself.
|I'm coming over. Be decent.| I read on my screen in the morning. It was the guy who made me the fake head. He stopped by to fix anything that felt off, being a master of animatronics. He designed the fake head to look exactly how I wanted, and watched me test the shape and feel of the silicone lips. He resisted getting off with me, and that made him infinitely more desirable, a buck to break into the nympho ways. It wasn't that we didn't fuck, but it often felt as thought I forced him and he was not having fun. I always wondered why that was, but aimed to break him out of his funk eventually.
|I have a meeting at 11, so you best cum quick|
|Just minor adjustments. Saw your recent vid, and some parts need fixing.|
