Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181026202603/@comment-36855838-20181027130902

I slowly begin to walk, trailing through the mumbling, stumbling crowds from map to map.

Every now and then, the crowd opens up, a massive ring of people mating on the floor causing the break.

I walk through one or two of these circles to progress faster, nearly falling over when the writhing couples shift about.

My feet growing sore, I find a relatively untrafficked area and sink into a massage chair.

A few moments later, a ghoul slips free of the crowd, her tongue hanging low to her chest as she pants with exhaustion, the drool soaking into her shirt and beginning to reveal her-

Stop it.

I insert a dollar into the chair, and she soon sinks into the one next to mine.

I hand her a dollar bill, and she gladly accepts, purchasing a massage.

We sit for a while, her hand brushes against mine, and I take hold.

She begins to lean towards me, the chairs have shut off.

She puckers her lips, intimately close.

I reciprocate, completing the kiss.

Soon we're standing up, I can't keep my hands off her, and it would seem she feels the same way, we grope and fondle each-other, intertwined so tight an Ushi-Oni couldn't pry us apart.

I realize she's at least two feet taller than me, before she lifts me up and pulls me into a kiss.

I'm rock solid, being gently squeezed between her thighs through her knee-length skirt.

Her large breasts squish pleasantly against my chest, a perfect match for her voluminous, cushy rear.

Her tongue is invasive, agressive, and lustful, playing eagerly with mine. Her hands trail up, her arms in pursuit, wrapping tightly around my head, and deepenimg the kiss.

I hse to stand on a magazine table to stay lined up.

My hands are glued to her hips, my fingers easily groping what they can of her ass, my erection poking through the space in my boxers to touch her.

She breaks the kiss with a loud, wet ~pop~, quickly descending to the floor, her hands lagging behind on my chest.

With a sensual ~slurp~, she's giving me head, I'm driven to orgasm in mere seconds, I feel myself growing soft, when she ssuddenly tackles me into a mattress store.

She unties a lare quilt from around her neck, which she had worn like a cape, and lays it over a mattress near the back of the store.

She flops unto it, and as I lay down, I suddenly feel at ease, as well as more horny.

"Had my eye on this one a while," she said, "filled with weresheep wool and Jub-Jub down."

Her lips once again sink over my manhood, her tongue swooping in a big ring around it, I last only twenty seconds, the pleasure still overwhelming.

But I don't grow soft.

If anything, I only grow harder, wanting-no-needing to cum even more.

Before I have time to question this odd urge, my hands are already grasping her hair and pulling roughly, her tongue coiling completely around my shaft as I desperately fuck it, chasing my now elusive orgasm.

This time it takes a whole minute before release comes, and the volume of output is simply impossible, it takes two minutes for the cum to stop pumping through her tongue and down her throat.

She doesn't gag or anything.

I feel my testicles already filling again, the need building, but then she twists her tongue juuust right.

Ten minutes pass, twenty, thirty.

No matter how long I wait, it won't stop, my orgasm just keeps going and going, like that damn pink bunny who mounted me last week.

The flow doesn't end, no coaxing from her tongue required, her grin lascivious, her lips soft.

I can't even move, immobilized by the pleasure.

Her hand grasps tightly at the base of my shaft, and she quickly climbs onto me, lifting her skirt and pulling her ocean blue panties aside.

She's on me, no rocking or bouncing, just slow gentle clenching, tightening and relaxing.

It soothes an odd, persistent aching I'd felt since this orgasm started.

She lays on top of me, my head smooshed between her braless, pumpkin-sized breasts, now free of her black turtleneck sweater.

We lay like this until dawn, when the churning, roiling orgasm finally stops.