The Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 1: The Dancing Instructor - Sex Stories

The Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 1: The Dancing Instructor

... the fact she was underage—but I couldn't stop. I stuck my tongue deeper into her, gathering a mouthful of the mix of fluids. “Dykes!” a woman snorted. “Ain't that the mayor's daughter?” a scandalized gal asked. “She must be on that ecstasy.” “Ooh, this is gonna be a talked 'bout for years.” “Revel in my beauty,” Darleen cooed. “You are in a Goddess's presence. On your knees in worship!” I didn't know if they obeyed her, my face was buried into her wonderful pussy. The more I licked, the more I came to love the taste and the feel of her. She was warm and wet and soft, silk on my lips. I drank her nectar, savoring it. Darleen stared down at me, her eyes almost glowing in the darkness, her platinum-blonde hair almost seemed like a halo around her head. “Such pleasure you are gifting me,” purred the transformed girl. “That's it.” She shuddered and smiled “Worship me. Show me how much you love your Goddess.” Her hips moved, and a low groan issued like a song from her lips. I worked my tongue deeper into her pussy, sensing her impending climax, and eager to deliver it to her. Her fingers wrapped through my hair, and she ground her pussy harder and harder into my face. Her moans grew louder, sweeter. I found her clit, nursing at her nub, eager to give her all the pleasure I could. She came, juices flooding my mouth, and then she moaned in a strange, rhythmic chant: “Your life shall number thirteen, To the north will your blood be spilled Full of anger, full of grief Wormwood will ...

... slay your love Lilith's daughter will slay your life." Darleen looked down at me, face full of pleasure, staring into my eyes. “Enjoy your time with him,” she whispered, stroking my face. With whom? “Such a pretty mouth,” she purred. “This body has needs, and you seem perfect to accept them.” Her hand tightened on my hair, pressing me into her pussy. What needs was— Acrid urine flooded my mouth. Darleen's eyes fluttered, and a soft, relieved sigh escaped her lips. I wanted to pull away, but she wanted me to drink her piss. I opened my mouth, feeling like such a worthless creature, and swallowed the warm, disgusting fluid. More and more streamed in, overflowing my mouth and running down my neck to soak into the top of my leotard. “That's it,” she cooed. “Drink every last drop down. That's a Goddess's precious fluid you're drinking. Savor it.” I did. It was wonderful. I couldn't wait to drink more. I held it in my mouth until I was as full as possible, then swallowed it, delighting in the urine that escaped to run hot down my body. I could smell it, salty and acrid, heavenly. Her stream slowed, dribbled, and then died. I held the last mouthful, swirling it about my mouth to savor that wonderful gift for as long as I could before I swallowed it. I needed more. I explored her pussy, licking up the little drops that clung to her petals. Her hand stroked my head. A huge crowd was gathered around us, people called me such disgusting names as I lapped my Goddess's pussy clean. “Miss ...