The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus

... left,” the guy she just blew said, trying to put his arm around her. “Guess we can have some more fun...” Fumi slapped him. “Like I'd want anything more to do with you!” she hissed. “Baka yarou!” Her body itched with disgust at letting the asshole touch her. Then she chased after Kyle. She had to explain to him, make him understand that she loved him. She just had to have cum. Kenji had understood, and she felt Kyle might as well. He has to understand! I just know he's the one for me! She found him outside the building, leaning against the wall. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed. She took a deep breath. “Kyle?” He flinched, opening his eyes. “I'm sorry, Fumi. I'm such a piece of shit.” “What?” she asked. “I was going to apologize for my behavior.” He blinked. “You're not mad?” “About what?” She was confused. He didn't seem angry at all about her behavior. “I have a girlfriend.” “Oh.” She had been too preoccupied with the cock in her mouth and the one in her ass to pay attention to the disgusting words the stranger had uttered. A girlfriend? Well, I can hardly be angry about that. “Perhaps, we should wait to have another date until you break up with her.” “I love her.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck. I love you both.” He was cracking, a strong rock slowly stressed by the heat and cold until fractures spread across his face. “You love her? And me?” “Yeah. What type of terrible person am I?” “I don't think you're terrible,” Fumi told him, reaching out to touch his ...

... chest, above his heart. “You seem to have a generous heart.” He seemed to relax. “I understand,” she continued. “I have my...appetites. I'm addicted to cum. One man could never be enough. That doesn't mean I don't love you, and I certainly do not love the other men. But if you can accept that, I can accept sharing you.” He looked at her. “It was kinda exciting,” he admitted. “Watching you. And Christy seems to be fine with sharing me. We've had a threesome before. Maybe...” “Oh, well, I'm not interested in women,” Fumi answered. “But, I guess, for you I could...” “Well, he's probably going to tell Christy, and that might be the end of us.” She hugged him. “Maybe not. I did make him cum. I'm sure he'll keep his word.” “Maybe,” Kyle smiled, but it seemed sad, resigned. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” Fumi smiled. “When can we have a second date?” “Sure.” He thought for a moment. “Tomorrow?” She sighed. “No. There is something at my father's work.” “Wednesday?” “Not sooner?” she asked. Kyle shook his head. “No. I don't think so. Christy and I study at my house on Mondays, and Tuesday is training at the dojo.” “Sounds good.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I should be getting home. My mother worries.” He laughed. “She doesn't seem to like me.” “No. She's...protective.” He kissed her, and that got her heart racing. She could feel his lust growing, and her body reacted, producing the pheromone that made men desire her. She broke the kiss, and headed for his car before anything ...