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PREVIOUSLY ON BM: Nothing like a mother telling her daughter she needs to bang that nice succubus prostitute from the bus. And after a drinks and jokes, Honoka is ready to see if she really can fit in.
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Chapter 4: Something New
The room the two women stepped into didn't hide what it was: a prostitute's workspace. Elegant, classy, delicately steampunk-themed with indirect lighting and lots of rich wood and plush carpet, it also wasn't subtle. Toys ranging from simple aids to exotic fetishes were placed on shelves and in glass cupboards. The queen bed looked inviting enough, but it also included hooks and leather straps set to each side and on the headboard. There was a pole in one corner, a changing screen with cogwork patterns opposite the bed and an open door leading to a small bathroom.
"Take a seat and get comfortable. I'm going to change into something that isn't so...corset." Diane laughed while she walked behind the screen and stripped, a strategically placed light behind the screen painting some enticing shadows.
"What exactly should I do?" Honoka asked hesitantly, not sure if there were rules or etiquette, taking a nervous seat on the edge of the bed.
"Anything you want." Another laugh. "Ok, not
anything,
all of us in the 'service industry' have a few firm regulations and," she paused, bending over to snap a bra into place, "I guess you might call them personal operating practices. You should receive a detailed list with your receipt I emailed to you. All very legal since certain Races need sexual energy to survive. Prostitution got put under OSHA years ago and I suddenly found myself with both a W-2 and 401(k)."
Honoka nodded, forgetting Diane couldn't see her. "I know some of that." In reality, Honoka knew about the change in silk laws intimately, always wanting something like this but too timid to do it until now.
"Great!" Diane said, clapping her hands and walking out from behind the screen. "Trying to explain how this isn't some episode of
To Catch A Predator
and everything is legal now really kills the mood."
Stepping in front of Honoka, she did a slow show and twirl to reveal what she offered. The succubus was a walking wet dream, wearing a white silk, floral
yukata
over a pair of low-riding black panties and matching black triangles bikini string bra. At least, it was the top half of a
yukata,
long sleeves and open to frame a perfect view of her toned abdomen, but it cut off and rested on generous hips, pale naked legs in full view down to a pair of black pumps. The white silk incorporated a slit running up the center of the back, letting leathery green wings through from where they attached at the middle of her spine. The junk in her trunk put hip-hop backup dancers to shame, the hard muscle under plush fat making her look like a frankenbooty of Simone Biles and Kim Kardashian got shoved into an Irish fitness model.
Bending down in front of Honoka and practically sitting on the girl's lap, her pale twerk machine eating black panties and causing Honoka to inhale deeply, hands twitching to grab some badonkadonk and go to town. Freckled dots mesmerized Honoka when the woman found herself wondering if every single part of pale skin possessed these tiny red specks. The emerald succubus tail began at the top of her glute cleavage and lazily flicked over Honoka's dark skin, teasing as it almost caressed her intimate parts. Looking behind her, Diane smiled with heat in her eyes. "You like the view?"
*gulp*
"...yes."
"Then I should stop teasing and get the last little details out of the way." Moving a little to the right, she sat down next to Honoka, wings flaring out and brushing up against the timid woman's cheek. "First, I don't think we'll get to anything too extreme, but the safe word is 'lollipop.' For any reason, you feel uncomfortable, say lollipop and I'll back off. Second, for purposes of my liability and protection, can you tell me your Race?"
"I'd rather not say." Honoka put up her hand quickly. "You guessed right that I'm a giant type, but I don't feel comfortable sharing."
"That's fine, yet I'm going to need
some
details."
The moment of truth came, and Honoka was terrified. "It'd be easier to show you."
Utilizing intuitive understanding, Diane leaned over and placed her hand on Honoka's skirt. "May I?" After accepting a nod from the young woman, the succubus deftly unhooked Honoka's pink skirt and gently pulled it down, revealing yellow panties and the black velcro harness. Only pausing for a moment in confusion, the harness wasn't complicated and in only a few seconds, the apparatus opened and out sprung Honoka's shaft, a string of clear precum dripping down the black, rigid member.
"Good Go--errravy!" Diane shouted, kneeling on the floor to angle a more favorable view of the cock. "I just thought you were supernaturally horny and into girls!"
Honoka covered her eyes and face with her hands as she leaned back and lay down in the bed, too embarrassed to sit up or face the prostitute.
"Do you still...is that a vagina under there? Do they both work?"
Honoka nodded in reply, peeking only a little at the wonder in Diane's voice. "N-not together. I-I mean, I can't m-make myself pregnant."
"This changes things; I am not passing this up." The succubus stood, throwing off her
yukuta
and going to one of the cabinets filled with glass vials of different colors. "I am going to fu--uuudge you up until you can't walk out of here under your own power." Pulling two bottles out, she downed both with the same cringe and grimace as someone taking vile medicine. "Ulk! FYI, just took two potions, one to keep any of my eggs getting fertilized, no matter how potent you might be, and the other is a power-cleanser, eliminating all forms of STDs and diseases I might contract on the job. Not that I
have,
this is just in case and standard for everyone here. Both cost a pretty penny but they make my job a whole lot safer."
Honoka put her hands down, easing up as Diane showed such enthusiasm, slowly wiggling out of her blouse and unhooking her bra but suddenly finding the room rather cold as her black nipples and areola puffed to attention. Glancing around, she pulled over a small throw blanket and covered her upper body.
"Any last questions or requests, or do you want me to just go to town?" There was a hunger in her eyes, something intense and one of her hands caressed her tail as the other reached out for Honoka's dark meat, kneeling between the black woman's spread legs and close enough her hot breath blew on the sensitive glans of the erect rod.
"No anal!" Honoka squeaked out, her only major turnoff pushing out before she lay back again and covered her eyes.
"No problem!" Pushing the shaft down expertly and gently pulling off the yellow panties, Diane revealed Honoka's female sex to the air, showing it equally ready for the night with a waft of musky scent filling the room. "Hmm, I'd heard there were a few true hermaphrodite Races out there but I never thought I'd meet one."
"I've ne--EEK!" Honoka screamed and tried to flinch away when the succubus took her tongue and licked the black woman from labia to foreskin. Diane expected the reaction, locking her arms around Honoka's thighs and moving up and down the exposed sexes, darting and flicking and caressing with a too-long tongue capable of discovering all the right spots to drive a few moans out of the poor, tormented girl.
"Do you know I can taste your virginity?" Diane cooed, one hand rimming Honoka's cunt while the other slowly pumped her cock. "It's a Race thing. Everyone has an aura I can sense around them that's flavored based on who they are and what they've experienced. People who treat sex casually and only seek personal pleasure taste bland, like leftover tilapia left in the freezer for too long." Her tail came up, pushing in barely past the slick entry of Honoka's precious place, in and out, in and out. "Then there's the caring and experienced lovers, each a different profile of savory as the aura's of their sweethearts mingle to make something else. You?" Gently spreading Honoka's folds, Diane eased her tail in with a sharp intake of her breath and wormed it slowly to the cervix, Honoka squirming and crawling further up the bed even as she gasped in pleasure. "You taste like a delicate souffle drizzled in dark chocolate and topped with a juicy cherry."
Before Honoka responded - if she was even capable of responding, only barely understanding words at this point - the succubus kissed the glistening tip of the glans, slurping the excess precum up while pulling her foreskin down and kept going down. Honoka felt teeth brush past her knob, hot wetness moving down a few inches until it stopped, hitting the back of the woman's throat. Honoka needed to see, finally pulling her hands away and lifting her head, about half of her rod swallowed in the mouth of the Gaelic goddess, green eyes locked on her own. It was so erotic Honoka felt the opening push of semen building at her base, the inevitable point of no return about to happen.
Diane somehow sensed it coming, clamping one hand hard at the throbbing root of Honoka's cock and lifting the other to wave a finger back and forth slowly, eyes still staring into Honoka's. She did something else because Honoka felt the moment edging away. For almost three minutes, they remained still in their positions, unmoving as Honoka's orgasm backed off. The only sound in the room was the hot breath of both women. Then Diane relaxed her throat and started easing downward again, bending the cock to curve as it slipped further and further into the esophagus, the tightness a fantastic counter to the pain of the awkward shape as the succubus kissed her soft pubic hair at the very base. Her freckled neck bloated, the thickness stretching pale skin. She paused there, looking again at Honoka with a question in her eyes.
"...yes..." Honoka whispered between gasps for air, her hips moving upward as if to push into the prostitute's stomach. "Yes!"
No human could fit the whole Beast in a deep throat, there were System shenanigans at play, messing with physiology, but Honoka didn't care as Diane sealed her lips tightly around the shaft and sucked in the excess air, vacuuming her mouth and bobbed up and down. Not anything like Honoka was familiar from her collection of porno vids, where a blowjob is a little movement to make it look like something is happening, this was instead from base to the edge of her head, Diane's lips traveled the entire distance in a smooth rhythm that built up speed the longer it went. The succubus' tongue remained in play, wrapping and teasing the shaft while sometimes flicking downward to touch where the base met Honoka's female parts, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through her. Honoka contracted lightly every few seconds, the amount of precum she generated was absurd, some of it spilling onto her abdomen and some onto the bed, she even felt the succubus flex her throat when she gulped down the hot slurry. And Honoka also experienced the tail inside herself, not so much moving in a thrusting motion but like a giant and dexterous finger, pressing up and rubbing the rough patch of vaginal walls associated with her g-spot.
Twelve minutes and thirty-six seconds, this torture went on. Honoka was quite sure because a clock on the far wall kept accurate time and every tick felt like she was dying with pleasure. She might have been foaming at the mouth, the climax never coming because of what she was sure was demonic witchcraft.
"...letmecumletmecum..." Honoka mumbled gibberish now, begging to get off as the frustration built faster than her blocked orgasm.
