Lisa had just returned home from work on a cold November night, and was slipping out of her boots, when she heard the deadbolt on her front door click. She turned, and saw Erostopholes, in his human form, appraising her with his cocky half smile. “Tonight, we don’t have time for your Succubi,” he said softly, referring to the two submissive lovers whom Lisa played with most nights. “Tonight, I need something from you.”
“Anything, Master,” she promised, jumping to her feet.
His smile widened a little, and he pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek. “I need to open a door, and for that, I’ll need a release of energy from you.”
Lisa kissed his hand and nodded like she understood.
“Good,” the demon said, and wrapped one hand around her waist, leading her through her townhouse, into the kitchen, and the big glass French doors. Darkness had already fallen, and the courtyard behind the bank of townhouses was dimly light by a couple of feeble street lamps.
Lisa peered out into the darkness as Erostopholes stood behind her. He pulled her dark hair away from her neck, and bent to kiss his way across it. His hands roamed across her soft stomach, lifting the soft, tight grey sweater she was wearing. Her skin prickled at the cold, but she sighed with pleasure at the treatment. The sweater bunched up just under her breasts, leaving her midriff exposed.
The Master nipped at her ears, and it sent a warm shiver down her spine. His certain fingers crept under the short red skirt she was wearing. He hooked his thumb through her lacy silk panties and tugged. The ripped clear as Lisa yelped. “You won’t need those,” he instructed in her ear. “They were in my way.” He threw the little scrap of fabric away. Next, he peeled the sweater up over her head, until all she had on was the little red skirt.
As she melted against Erostopholes, enjoying the almost rough roving of his hands across her flesh, his lips on her throat, she saw one of the doors across the courtyard open. One of her neighbors, a stay at home dad in his mid-thirties, had just stepped outside for a smoke. With the light on in her kitchen, she was certain he could see her there, with just a scrap of a red skirt across her hips, moaning as Erostopholes felt her up.
“Master,” she started to beg urgently.
“This is part of it,” He instructed. He pulled her skirt up higher on her hips, so that it no longer covered anything. Then he flipped her around, and kissed her firmly. He pushed her backwards, until her ass collided with the cold glass, and she let out a little squeal. She kissed him back, and he squeezed her firm ass.
Then she remembered the dad again. “Master,” she pleaded again.
“You will do as I tell you,” he ordered, a flash of anger in her voice. Something about the certainty made her legs go a little weak. “Now, get on your knees.”
Lisa glanced over her shoulder quickly. The dad quickly looked away, as though he hadn’t been watching her. He blushed, and she blushed, but she also hadn’t been this excited in quite some time. She flashed a quick smile at the dad, who she knew was still watching, and carefully started kneeling before the demon. Erostopholes, meanwhile, placed a hand on either of Lisa shoulder, and guided her downwards.
He was already shirtless, and was just wearing a pair of dark dress slacks with a leather belt. She undid it quickly, trying not to fumble. It was almost a shock when his thick cock sprang out towards her face. She giggled nervously, and slid his pants to the floor. Then she kissed the head of his penis, and gently worked her way down to the hilt with a series of small devotions. Then she pushed out her bottom lip and ran back up the nine inches to the head again.
Her Master pushed her long hair back, behind her ear, and then placed a hand on her check. He guided her as she took his thick member between her lips, slowly, a little at a time, carefully bobbing her head up and down. She had done this many times over the past few months, but never with someone watching through the window, someone they weren’t enchanting.
Erostopholes started guiding her at a faster pace, pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth. His hand slid back, his fingers tangled through her hair, and he began pulling her face towards his hips as he started thrusting forward. She was having a bit of trouble catching her breath as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and let his dick slide down into her throat.
Soon, he was completely fucking her face. Both hands held the back of her head, and pulled her towards each thrust. She obeyed, and found her fingers rubbing against her clit, enjoying the sensation of being used for the Master’s pleasure. Soon her lips were brushing his pelvis at the end of each thrust. Then, he started pushing deeper down her throat, so that each thrust pressed her face against his body, her nose squished against his abs, her eyes wide open. She would wait there for a terrified moment, holding her breath, unable to gasp for air until he pulled out a little. She greedily gulped down the air, and then pushed her face back into the next thrust.
When the Demon started coming, he was deep down her throat. His thick seed shot down her throat, and he started pulling out, filling her mouth as he exited. Thick strands went from her lips to his dick, and some started dribbling down her chin. He grabbed her hair like a pony tail, and held her face still, as he painted across her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and her forehead with cum. She closed one eye, and felt it covered with semen. When he let go of her head, she wiped it clear, but knew she would be expected not to waste it, so she took the mess and added it to the coating in her mouth. She swallowed, and stuck out her tongue to show him, even though her face was still sticky.
“Good. Show your friends what a good girl you are.”
Lisa turned. The dad in the courtyard had been joined by several others: college students, some guy watching out his second floor bedroom window, the overweight cab driver that Erostopholes always got for her, and even Ashlynn and Viv, her two Succubi. She blushed again, but then stuck out her tongue for them. They clapped and cheered.
The Master reached down, putting his hand under Lisa’s dripping chin, and guided her back up to her feet. With a quick tug, he tore off the skirt, and there was a second round of cheering, followed by the sound of disappointment, as he led her away from the window by the wrist, up to the second story.
“You’re mine, Pet,” he explained as they climbed the stairs, “And I can fuck you whenever, and wherever I want, and you will love it.”
“Yes Master,” she agreed.
“You liked them all seeing you are my little cum slut,” he said.
Lisa blushed. “I did.”
“You wear a face full of my cum with pride.”
“Yes.”
“Good.” They were in the upstairs hallway, and the Master guided Lisa down onto all fours on the hardwood floor. “Wear it while I fuck you.”
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