Queen Cobra - Part One - Sex Stories

Queen Cobra - Part One

... pulls his groin against Her thrusting pelvic area. He’s almost a half of a foot shorter than The Queen thus the cock bulge in his jeans presses against Her thighs. Undulating on it, She feels it rise and expand uncontrollably. Her fingers guide the surging organ upward as She leans and rims his earlobe.

This brazen assault is Ms. Cobra’s standard modus operandi. Few have ever resisted. All have responded physically. This one seems to be medium-sized but showing potential by engorging rapidly. Stepping back She briefly observes his quivering form and the acceptable lump. He’ll do for an appetizer.

Ms. Cobra pulls the guy back in and persists with Her lewd dance moves. Her swiveling torso teases his member around and around, around and around, then up and down, up and down. He tries in vain to sway with Her, but She is so devilishly stimulating that he ceases any movement at all in seconds. He is captivated by this drop-dead gorgeous diva’s grinding. He’s never experienced this level of sexual craving in his life. He stands petrified, unable to prevent The Queen from quickly unsnapping and unzipping his jeans.

In the dim light, only a few see Her hand dive deep down inside his denims. She finds what She desires. It’s plump, seven or so inches long and oozing pre-cum. The blank look on his face causes The Queen to smile triumphantly. Her hand caresses his balls, then slides up the sensitive underside of his stiff rod. As She expected, the boy begins to desperately ...

... hump the palm of Her hand. Abruptly She exits his boxers. Her hand elevates and smears his jizz across the stunned boy’s lips.

“Ummm,You…Are…Mine,” Queen Cobra hisses loud enough to be heard over the pulsing music. The guy slowly nods his head in agreement. She hooks his hard bicep and easily moves the bewitched boy away from the shocked girls and through the startled dance crowd. They quickly advance toward the entry, parting a bunch of dazed, horny lads as they go. She ignores their pitiful moans and groans, tugging Her first victim outside.

The night air is still warm, and a few guys and gals have exited the arena and gathered to enjoy the evening freshness. The Queen casually surveys them, while asking the dude in Her clutches, “What’s your name, cutie-pie?”

“Andy.” He manages in a shaky drawl.

She leans down and wantonly licks his cheek. In so doing, She looks directly over at the group again and surprisingly spots the promising prey that her “bouncer boys” had described earlier. Queen Cobra lets out a guttural growl as her teeth sink sumptuously into Andy's skin and her view focuses on loose, white slacks. Not twenty feet away is a large and quite distinct bulge in those slacks. A flaccid member nearly the size of Andy’s rock-hard boner. The Queen feels a tingling in Her already moist temple.

‘Now,that one looksprime,’ She informs herself, catching his wandering gaze. As his eyes focus, She runs a hand down Andy’s heaving chest and onto his throbbing lump. ...