Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... noticing.

I didn’t care.

We finished the wine and paid our bill, ignoring the looks as we stepped out into the night air. Clementina’s dress billowed in the light breeze, the top straps slipping free of her breasts. She tried to cover them back up, but her left nipple was still sticking out when we entered the hotel, a rivulet of milk trickling off the tip. Slime slipped down her legs underneath the dress, and I could feel slime sliding down the inside of my khakis.

We checked in and got our key, and as soon as the elevator door closed behind us I leaned forward and devoured her bared breast, licking and suckling at the milk that was now flowing from the nipple. It was sweet, intoxicating, and made the wine buzz even more intense. Clementina pulled my face from her chest and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me, sucking a mouthful of her own milk from between my lips.

The elevator dinged and I pulled her out after me. Clementina had made the reservations, I knew nothing about the room. When I opened the door I caught my breath.

A four-poster bed stood in one corner, a heart-shaped hot tub in the other – bubbling away. A bottle of champagne sat on the counter of the kitchenette.

She had booked the honeymoon suite.

I turned to her but before I could say anything she planted another kiss on my lips, then moved past me into the room and pulled me with her.

The need I felt, and that I felt rising from her was hot and intense. I kicked off my shoes and ...

... stripped even as Clementina let her own dress fall to the floor. I reached out to her, she to me, we embraced, our bodies coming together, our lips coming together.

My cock was fully at attention and slipped between her legs as we kissed, pushing up against her thick lobes and growing clitoris that hovered between her thighs. Slime dribbled from the end of my cock and slime slipped from her vagina and ass, covering my swollen member in clear goop. Her thighs slipped slickly against my cock, and I gently slide my erection back and forth between her hips. The milk from her breasts smeared against my chest.

We separated, and Clementina put up a hand.

“Let’s slow down, just a tiny bit,” she said. Taking my hand she pulled me over to the hot tub.

We slid slowly into the bubbling, swirling tub, Clementina pressing her naked body next to mine. She turned sideways and put an arm around behind my back, pressing her large, pendulous, milk-laden breasts against my arm. Her nipples were hard and erect, the wide brown edges pulled slightly inward and tightened, a slow trickle of sweet milk sliding from the tip, only to be washed away into the swirling foam. She leaned her lips against my ear and whispered, slowly stroking my cock with her other hand.

“That morning in your kitchen after you drove out my dark phallite,” she murmured, barely perceptible above the hum of the tub. “I looked at you that morning and admired you. You were my hero, you pulled me free of the dark morass ...