My favorite night of the year has come once again: Halloween. The one night I can freely walk around with my tail and horns without worrying about anyone questioning it. I’m sitting in my bedroom on my laptop, looking up where to go. I find a nearby bar hosting a costume party; the winner gets 100 dollars. Ecstatic, I jump off my bed and walk towards my walk-in closet to pick out my best outfit that really screams “sexy Succubus.” Shifting through my larger set of clothes due to my new height, I find what I’m looking for: “Perfect.” I grab the top and bottom, walk over to my bed, and lay them out. I grab my mirror leaning on the wall, bend over, and flip the kickstand out from behind it so it can stand facing me. I’m wearing an oversize t-shirt with nothing underneath. I grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it off over my head, revealing my flaccid cock and balls squeezed in-between my thighs, my breasts perky as always, and my new athletically toned body reflecting back. I grab my black skirt off of my bed, slipping it on the bottom of the skirt, stopping just halfway down my thighs, my tail poking out through a hole in the skirt just for the occasion. I look at myself in the mirror and think, “Hmm, I want it to be shorter, but…” I pull the skirt up roughly where my mini-skirt would be, The head of my cock is visibly hanging in view. I drop my skirt back into place. I sigh, “It’ll do.” I walk over and grab my top, a black heart cutout top. I slip it over my head past my horns, stopping just underneath my breasts. The top has a heart cutout that shows off my breasts pressed together, almost bursting out of the cutout. I grab my black platform boots, slip them on, and I head for the bar.
I arrive at the bar; the place is packed; I arrived just as someone was leaving; I hurry over and grab the newly empty seat at the bar. Sitting down, I notice a man in costume sitting to my right. The bartender finally gets around to asking, “What will it be?” “I’ll have a long island ice tea.” They turn around, grabbing the supplies needed to make my drink. The man to my right looks over to me and says, “I like your costume. Are you a demon?” I turn to him, smiling, “Kind of.. I’m a succubus. What are you?” “I’m a witch hunter.” “Oh well, witch hunter, find any witches tonight?” “Not yet, but” The bartender interrupts, placing my drink in front of me on top of a napkin, saying, “Here you go” and “Thank you.” I manage to get out without really knowing if they heard me or not. I turn back to the man now drinking my so-called tea. He looks at me and continues, “Not yet, but I wouldn’t mind hunting down a succubus instead.” I place my drink down on the bar and ask, “Is that so?” “Tell you what, if you pay for this drink, I’ll make it worth your while.” “Done.” He slaps down a 20-dollar bill on the bar. “Let me finish my drink, and we can go have some fun.” I finish my drink, and we stand and head for the door, passing the sign reading “Costume Contest, $100 Prize.” I read it, thinking to myself, “I can make it back in time.” We walk a couple blocks, eventually coming to my apartment building, and we head up to my room.
I open my door while he stands behind me. We push through the door, him grabbing me from behind, his right hand caressing my right breast underneath my top as he kisses my neck, his left hand grabbing my ass. My cock becoming hard underneath my skirt, He reaches underneath my skirt from behind, stopping as he cups my testicles in his palm. He stops for a moment. “Oh, I didn’t expect this.” “Is that an issue?” “Not at all.” He continues fondling my breasts and playing with my testicles. Still only in the entrance hallway of my apartment. He stops, grabbing my top, and lifts it off over my head, tossing it to the side. I slip my shoes off afterwards, slipping my skirt off, revealing my cock. I turn around and face him halfway through undressing; he looks up and then back down fully undressed; his cock is smaller than mine. Our eyes meet, we close into each other, our chests meeting as we kiss, and I grab his cock, slowly working my hand up and down his shaft as he does the same to mine, with his other hand grabbing at my breasts every so often and playing with my nipple.
I grab him, moving over to the bed. He sits down. I straddle him, facing him. I slowly lower myself on his cock, my hole self-lubricating to allow easy entry. His cock stretching me as it enters, he shivers as my hole takes him. “Oh my god, you’re tight,” he says before we start to kiss again. I bounce on his cock, just stopping at the underside of his cock before slamming back down. Our moans of pleasure meet in-between as our tongues touch, sending jolts of pleasure from my spine down to my ass and in-between little tingles throughout the rest of me. He grips both sides of my hip while shifting position, taking more control as he lifts and pushes me back down onto him. As my orgasm builds, I pull away my head, slumping backwards as I look up at my ceiling. “Oh oh fu fuuck” escapes my lips as my cock clenches, sending ropes of cum coating his chest. He continues thrusting “Stop stop,” he slows to a stop, his cock still inside of me. My head slumps down, holding his shoulders, I take a moment to catch my breath. After a moment, I go to stand, his cock slipping out of my ass. Now standing at the end of the bed, my cock is slowly deflating as a string of cum hangs falling to the floor. “Lay back and spread your arms and legs out now!”
His eyes widen. “Yes ma’am” I look at him, shaking my head left and right while we lock eyes, and say, “It’s mistress to you.” His demeanor changes instantly, hurrying to lay back on the bed and do as he’s told, “Yes, mistress.” I walk around the bed, pulling the restraints hidden under my mattress at all corners, wrapping his left wrist while moving down and wrapping his left leg. I move to his right leg and say, “I wonder how much I can milk out of you before you pass out.” I tie his right leg, then move to his right arm, wrapping it. He’s fully restrained now. I move to the nightstand next to my bed and open one of the drawers, pulling out an eye mask, “Lift your head.” He complies and lifts his head. I wrap the strap around his head, putting the mask over his eyes. He is now unable to see anything. I move to the front of the bed once again. “Let me just grab a toy to help me.” I fake my search, making just enough noise to be convincing enough. “Found it.” My tail reaches around my right side, the end splitting open a sheen of wet pink hole. My tail latches onto his cock, sucking while pulsing with pressure. The feeling is almost as if someone is trying to force every drop out of your cock during a handjob while also sucking them. He jolts forward, the arm restraints keeping him from moving any further up off the bed. He lets out a sudden moan, “Ooh, wha…” He jolts back sharply, breathing in, and pushes his head back into the pillow, facing the ceiling and thrusting slightly. “Shhh, sit back and enjoy.”
His moans pushed through strained lips “Mmm.” His mouth opens as his whole body clenches, “oh, my, god,” barely escaping out as he sprays inside of my tail, my tail swallowing every drop and absorbing it into me. I instantly use the energy to keep his cock hard for as long as I want it to be. I crawl on top of the bed, moving his legs into more of a missionary position, the straps tight but with enough slack to accommodate. My tail unlatches for a moment. I squeeze some of the liquid coming from my tail onto my hand afterwards, my tail latches back onto his cock, making him clench again at the sudden resumption of intense pleasure. I lube my fingers with the liquid, and I place my hand at his ass, making sure to lube his hole before slowly inserting my finger into him. Another jolt of movement from him as I spread his hole, slowly working the amount of digits preparing him. I take the rest of the liquid and coat my now-erect cock in it; his hole is ready now. I get into position with the head of my cock at his entrance and push in. My cock sliding into him, his hole clenches onto me as he softly moans “oooh.” I start to fuck his hole as my tail is still latched onto his cock, milking him. My tail is warm and inviting, I increase both my tail’s waves of pressure and thrusting as I feel his increased clenching. I softly utter in a seductive tone, “Cum for me.” His arms move towards his chest, stopping at his sides, as the straps hold back his arms, lifting himself forward and his back off the bed. “Mmuuuhh,” he moans as his cock empties into my tail and is quickly absorbed.
Still thrusting into him, as I absorb the energy from his seed, I use it to increase how fast his body produces semen. I slow my thrusts as I tell him, “Don’t panic. You may feel something strange, but trust me, Mistress knows best.” My tail still latched onto his cock as my probing tentacle inside of my tail lapped at his cock hole, slowly inserting into him down his urethra. His mouth gaping open as he presses back down into the pillow under his head, “What the…fuck?” “Does it hurt?” “No.. uh.. Misstress.. It’s uh.. He trails off because the pleasure is too much for him to continue talking. “It’s okay, just become a mindless wreck.” The probe extending down his shaft and continuing through to his prostate, the probe starts to consume any stored cum waiting to come out, He jolts forward, his whole body seizing up. I pull back out of him, my cock falling out of him. I step back off the bed, watching. “That was unexpected.” The feeling of my probe in his prostate is that of the most intense, constant orgasm you’ve ever had, one that never stops. A slight giggle leaves my mouth: “How long can you last?” I look at the clock on my bedside; it’s 10:07 PM. I turn back, watching him convulse as my tail sucks at his cock as if trying to suck his testicles out of it. His movements slowing, he slumps back. I walk to the left side of the bed, my tail still latched. I pull the eye mask up, revealing his right eye; it’s closed, and he’s unresponsive to anything I do. I look back at the time, 10:22. “Aww, poor baby, couldn’t take it.” My probe fully consumes every drop inside him before slipping back out while my tail unlatches from him. His cock a deep red and engorged, almost similar to someone using a cock pump for hours.
My appetite satiated from consuming his seed, I walk over to my clothes, slipping them back on in hopes of making it back to the bar in time for the costume contest, leaving the man passed out on my bed still tied down. I make it back to the bar just in time for the judging. I walk over and sign up for the contest. I wait until I’m called on stage. My name is called, “Welcome to the stage, Diamond the Succubus,” is announced, I walk on stage slowly, strutting my hips side to side, I bend over, pushing my breasts up to show more cleavage, Whistles and cheers can be heard from some people in the bar. I turn around and head for the stairs to the left of the stage, walking down. I head back to the bar and take a seat, waiting for the rest of the contestants to finish. Some time passes, and the announcement is made that the judges have decided the winner. The names of the 3rd place winner are called, then my name is called for the 2nd place as having the most sexy costume. “Damn,” I think to myself as I walk on stage. The 1st place winner is called and joins us on stage to my left. “Let’s hear it for our contestants,” the bargoers clap. Sighing I head off the stage, following the others to the table of judges. “Congratulations for 2nd place, you get $50.” He hands me a fifty-dollar bill. “Thank you; have a nice night,” I say to the judge before heading to the door back to my apartment. “Well, at least it’s something.” I arrive back home, stepping through my door into my bedroom. Seeing the guy still passed out on my bed
His cock flaccid still ballooned almost three times bigger from the pressure created by my tail. I walk over to the left side of the bed, taking off the eye mask, and say, “Get up.” I slap him on the side of his face, and he jumps up, opening his eyes and saying, “Huh.” “It’s time to leave,” so I start to untie him from my bed. He slowly stands up, his chest still covered in my now dried cum. He looks down at his dick, palms it, and lifts it up. “What the?” he mumbles before dropping it and walking over to his clothes, too dazed to react to me as I step to the side out of his way. He stumbles trying to get his pants on, but eventually gets them on, along with his shoes. He goes to my front door, opens it, and leaves with his shirt in hand. I follow him, watching him pull the shirt over his head before falling into the wall and standing back up and continuing on. I shrug and close the door, locking it. I undress, throwing my clothes into the hamper. “Fuck, I’m tired, and I didn’t even get to the cum inside of him.” I walk over to my bed, lay down, and fall quickly asleep.
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