Doodily_Doo >> #29393
Posted on 2011-11-23 08:02:59 Score: 9 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Art & Story by: Majalis (Link: www.hentai-foundry.com/user-Majalis.php )

Find Chapters 1&2 here: xbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=161779

Raquel series
Chapter 3: Black Light (Story below)



"Days passed, and he barely spoke more than two words to his girlfriend. He couldn't get his encounter with Raquel out of his mind, for better or worse. He hadn't returned to the Seven, either, not wanting to run into her, and had instead had been trying out other big nightlife spots, though he hadn't had the courage to pick up another girl after what had happened the last time.

He was at one such club, trying to readjust to playing the game, when he saw her. He didn't recognize her at first, with the lighting as it was, but her body was fairly recognizable. She was wearing an outfit that left even less to the imagination than her usual fare, so he knew she wasn't out on the prowl, as a man would have to be too drunk to stand on his own feet to miss the obvious curiosity about her. She had fluorescent paint on, and everything she was wearing had an intense glowing colour under the black light. She looked like a manic pixie, which he thought couldn't be a more accurate description of Raquel.

He had spotted her right before she spotted him, and before he had a chance to look away and pretend he didn't see her, she waved to him, and the girls around her all turned to face him. It was too far to make out what she was saying, but there left little doubt as to what she was telling them when she pointed at him, and then followed with what must have been her favorite gesture, wherein she took an invisible phallus into her mouth and had it push out the side of her cheek. Unlike the previous times he'd seen it, she went on with the pantomime, feigning a gag, pressing her fist against her lips as if simulating a deepthroat, and then ending it all by exaggeratedly puffing out her cheeks. The girls looked at him with a sort of morbid fascination, as Raquel told the story with words that he couldn't make out. He could see, however, that Raquel's flimsy bikini-bottom had that tell-tale bulge, and that even now, it was sizable. He watched it for a bit, and could see that the story she was telling was getting her a bit excited... right up until the point where she noticed what he was staring at. At exactly that moment, the bulge started to take shape, so that when a second later Raquel turned to him, one of her girlfriends even pointed to the stretched membrane in awe. It took him a bit too long to realize that none of her girlfriends had turned with her, and before he knew, the girl that took his mouth's virginity was approaching him, more merrily skipping than walking, confident and bouncy, up top in the almost-dangerous bouncing of her tremendous breasts, and down below in the certainly dangerous of her bobbing, steadily stiffening girlcock.

He didn't have time to brace himself when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. Her nearly naked breasts pressed up agaist his chest, and his least-favorite appendage of hers absent-mindedly pressed up against his leg. He considered pushing her away to prove to the onlookers that her yarn was a lie, but he couldn't think of a way to do it that wouldn't make him look like the aggressor, and a way that wouldn't upset Raquel, who still had proof of their last encounter at her disposal. He settled instead on swallowing his anxiety, (and made a mental note not to use 'swallowing' in metaphors anymore), and returned Raquel's kiss while reaching around her voluptuous body to grab hold of her full bottom, a dominant gesture that he thought might shift the balance of power in his favor. When their lips parted, however, he could see that Raquel was on to his game: her smile slightly agitated, her gaze narrowed, and her tongue running over her canine teeth like a wolf might lick their fangs. He thought for a second she was going to do something to humiliate him, but it didn't seem as if she minded being touched where he was touching her at all. In fact, it seemed to be having a positive effect on her... 'mood.' She brought his hands around to her breasts, being deferential, if not submissive, and even though he felt the display was a bit much for public, he did find himself appreciating her permission to explore her more feminine traits to save face. She even brought his finger to her mouth and sucked on it a moment, and he thought he might have flipped her switch the other way, for once. He was wrong, however, as her next action revealed her intent to be the predator all along. Her hand still clenched around his wrist, before he had a chance to react, she'd shoved his hand down the front of her bikini bottom, which was a space that was already overcrowded. He couldn't avoid touching it if he tried, which he did, but Raquel remained insistent, and his attempts to free himself from the serpent's lair was only drawing attention to them that he'd rather have avoided. Defeated, he wrapped his hand around her, with his other hand resting on her face, and she tensed up, and then let out a small, feminine sigh. It was endearing, if only temporarily, as she soon sneered devilishly, a face that reminded him of the expression she'd made while she forcefed him a bellyful of girlspunk. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth while he squeezed her, and she gritted her teeth as she made him stroke her. He looked over at the girls, who couldn't get a full view, but then he saw one of them gesturing to the other the unnofficial sign for "handjob," and resumed looking at Raquel.

He felt like he could barely touch his fingers together. Raquel leaned back a bit and watched his face, smiling slyly, perhaps reading from his facial expression that he'd just now come to appreciate just how unbelievably well- endowed she was. She pressed her breasts together as if to say "here, too," which distracted him well enough, but then she grabbed his arm again and made him feel her whole length. He reminded himself that no matter how big her boobs were, or how cute she looked, she had a dick, and her dick was friggin' huge.

She was soon slick with sweat and precum, and he hoped beyond hope that she didn't expect him to give her a full happy ending right there in the club. The front of her bikini was already soaked, and he couldn't imagine the mess there would be if she used it as her kleenex. He also didn't want to give the giggly girls in the distance any tangible proof of what Raquel had suggested, and he had the feeling that Raquel likely wouldn't be too shy to walk around with a fresh load in her bikini.

Raquel had her hand on his, pressed against her cheek, and her other hand was gripped around his forearm, setting his rhythm. A nearby club-goer was gawking, as from his vantage point he could see what was happening between the two figures. When Raquel saw him, she fixed on his eyes, which themselves were fixed on the tent in her bikini bottom, until he looked up at her. His eyes went wide when he saw the expression on her face, lustful and in ecstasy in one part, hungry in three. He knew that if someone wasn't currently holding on to her, she'd pounce on him like a tiger and ravish him right then and there. He suddenly remembered he had to be somewhere far away, and tried not to make eye-contact with the two lovebirds while he casually strode past, but Raquel grabbed his hand.

"Leave your number with the bouncer," she said, blowing a kiss at him, a finger creeping to his mouth. She rubbed it on his lips, and he turned away, blushing.

Satisfied with herself, she turned her attention back to more salient matters. She could feel it building, and he could see her trying to think of how best to humiliate him. Her grin bared luminescent teeth, and her blush painted a grim picture for his future. However, what she did next took him by surprise, as she spun into him, pressing her back against him. More importantly, her perfect backside was pressed up against his crotch, and she shook herself appreciatively. He instinctively held her around the waist, but lamented that she still had his hand down her pants, and that the girls could now plainly see by the motion of the fabric that he was jacking her.

She leaned her head back against him. More people were watching now, some more perplexed than others. She threw her arm over his shoulder, and looked up into his face. Even though she might have looked slightly vulnerable in this position, her hand was still gripped around his forearm, using his hand as a masturbatory aid, and her coquettish smile said exactly who was in control at the moment. Still, she rubbed her round derriere against him, carefully watching his face for reaction.

"You like that?" He nodded. She patted herself against him once, twice. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, slyly. He rolled his eyes. "Do you wanna fuck me?" she said, bending at the waist, grasping her own ankles, then arching her back and looking back at up at him once more. His stupid smile spoke for him, even though he was still idly gripped around her. She held the pose for a second, and then stood upright again, and turned around.

She was close to him, her head nuzzled his chest, but her hips were set back so that she could still have him stroking her. She leaned into his ear, and whispered "too bad. You first." His eyes flashed with anger, and she giggled to herself. His face drained of color at the insinuation, and he tried to let go of her, but she gripped him tight. She put a hand on his shoulder to brace herself, and then set a much faster pace with her other. She bit his neck and buried her prick in his hip, and for a second, he thought she was going to stain it with her load through the bikini. Instead, she stopped him abruptly, her breath heavy, her knees buckling, and her face sweating, clearly nearing the throes of orgasm.

"Hold that thought," she said, and pulled his hand off of her. A bit of a crowd had not-so-gathered around them, trying to watch the action without appearing to watch, and so she took him by the wrist and lead him away towards the back of the club, around a corner that lead into the hallway where the restrooms were. She stopped there, and pressed him against the wall.

"Was going to take you into the bathroom, but I can't wait. Here's fine," she said, even as he looked back to see the girl's, and a few others, trying to get into a position where they could still see what was happening. "On your knees," she said, strictly business.

"No way," he countered, though he made no motion one way or the other. He watched nervously while she, again, eyed his lips.

As what was apparently a compromise, she untied her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. She held her hands over her breasts while she waited for him. "Relax, I'm not gonna set a jizzbomb off in your mouth right now. Alright?" He hesitated. "No face fucking, I promise."

He looked incredulous, but did as she asked.

"Just look up and smile."

He frowned, but he did look up at her, and the situation suddenly felt very familiar. Raquel untied her bikini bottom and let it, too, fall to the floor. They were out of view of the crowd, for the most part, but he still couldn't believe her boldness. He also couldn't believe that she was standing over him, pumping herself, with the pulsing of the club music in his ears. Raquel looked down on him and shuddered, licking her lips, as precum started to run down from the tip, flowing freely. He felt vulnerable watching her satisfy herself, aiming herself right into his face. "Know what I'm thinking about?" she said, bracing herself with her hand on the wall while leisurely stroking herself with the other.

"What?"

"How your throat felt... when you gagged on it..." she said, tapping him on the face with it, "and the look you had when you first tasted it," she said, rubbing it up against him. "What's the matter? Am I being too romantic?"

"You're a real bitch, you know that?"

Raquel didn't flinch, her smile still as mischevious as ever. "You're right... here I am, reminding you about all the fun we had... must be such a tease."

He shrunk away. He didn't want to egg her on any more than he already had.

"Open."

That was all she said. He knew she was going to break her promise, but there wasn't really anything he could do to change her mind. Raquel was towering over him, and she wanted a blowjob, and he knew where she was going to get it.

Once he opened his mouth, she leaned her elbows against the wall, and he watched her big brown cock standing up all on its own so happy to see him, bobbing with anticipation. She rocked back and forth, barely touching it to his lips, and he knew she was about to pin him to the wall and choke him in one smooth hipthrust.

"You look nervous. Relax... you're pretty good at this. And you'll just keep getting better... now... kiss it."

His mind reeled. He hadn't taken up such an active role in it before, and he didn't think she wanted him to. He closed his mouth and licked his lips, and Raquel waited patiently for him to debase himself. He leaned forward, slightly, and puckered his lips, and gave a small kiss to the tip. It was sticky and salty, all the moreso when he'd done it, as Raquel moaned her
appreciation. He wasn't sure what to do next, so he kissed the side, and she seemed to enjoy that as well, so he blew kisses at the underside, which made it jolt suddenly, and Raquel tense up. She didn't do anything aggressive, seemingly content in letting him make out with her dong, although her hips did move about on their own. By the time he was kissing along the underside down to the base, she was rubbing herself up and down his face, and he was aroused enough not to care. He kissed her pouch, which was swollen with desire and what he knew was dinner, and even then he kissed her twice, while she whispered "slut" to herself more than anything. He'd never been this gentle or self-sacrificing with a girl before, and he found that it appealed to him in spite of his reluctance to kiss fat one, which he did once more, while Raquel let precum drip onto his forehead.

When he finally pulled away from her, he looked up to see a Raquel with a luminescent blush, even in the darkness of the club, and a fire in her eyes that didn't bode well. She told him to kiss it again, and he did, on the tip, and without warning, Raquel pushed against his lips until they parted and the head slipped through.

"That was... very nice. Maybe I'll..." she started, but what she planned he couldn't be sure, as she just started to stroke herself again. Her hand hit against his lips painfully as she stroked along the length of her shaft with the exception of the head that she kept firmly between his lips. He stole a glance at the girls in the distance, who were now watching with fascination as Raquel got ready to baste his tongue with spermgoo. He was thankful that she wasn't going to give him a sore throat right there in the club, but he couldn't say he was happy that she was going to be ejaculating on his tongue again, or that his new affinity for kissing was being used to suck a load out of her.

"Those girls didn't believe me when I told them you like Rio sausage... Now look at you," she said, and he could tell by the way that her hand is pressed up against his mouth that she wants to stroke all the way, which means she's near her limit.

"This is harder than I thought... I really just want to..." she said, placing her hands against the wall again, her cock still supported by his lips, thrusting ever-so-slightly with her hips. "I've gotta admit... I've been wanting to see you... haven't had anybody else, recently. I'll tell you what... I won't grind up against the wall and gunk up your throat right here... if you'll leave with me after this."

It didn't seem like much of a choice: gunked up throat now, or gunked up throat in a seedy hotel, but he did want to avoid showing those girls anymore of this than he already had. Also, he was slightly motivated by the stance that Raquel had taken, with her legs spread wide, knees slightly bent, so that she could thrust hard and deep. He nodded.

"Alright, then... and if we do end up in a nice little hotel room, will you choke on it just because I ask you to?"

Again, he nodded.

"Good. Now, do you want it in your mouth, or on your face?"

He tried to answer, but his mouth was full. Raquel smiled at this, and withdrew. He went to answer, but instead pointed meekishly at his face.

"Say it."

He hesitated. "On my face."

Raquel shrugged. "Alright, if that's what you want..."

The way she said it made him worry. He wanted to ask her what she meant, but he was afraid that she might blow at any time, as she'd started masturbating again, and he didn't want to risk getting a mouthful after all of the negotiations he dealt with to avoid it. He settled for speaking with his lips barely moving, which amused Raquel.

"What's wrong with my face?" he said, somewhat muffled.

"From where I'm standing? Nothing," she said, unhelpfully. She was sweating and trembling a bit, and the sound of her hand sliding up and down her shaft was moist. He knew foreplay was over, and the moment of truth was rapidly approaching, and he wanted to know why Raquel thought he was making the wrong choice.

"Don't worry," she said, as if reading his mind, "too late to change your mind now, anyway," she continued, being less reassuring than he would have liked. "Just hold still... I'm gonna make quite a mess... don't want to get too much on the wall..."

He had a brief moment where he imagined the a white, sticky mess on the wall around the outline of his head.

Raquel's breath was getting shorter, and she was starting to buckle at the knees. He would have found it cute if she weren't about to blow a wad in his face. "I should try to paint my name..." she said, dispelling any cuteness entirely.

"Should have probably taken off your clothes, too. This is... nngh... gonna stain!"

He felt like he was looking down the barrel of a gun. A single, large droplet of precum was now sitting, glistening, on the very tip, and behind that window he knew a torrent of cum was sloshing its way up, ready to deliver a payload of sperm at whatever Raquel pointed it at.

"Oh... hold still... nnnng... ahhh~~"

He finally got to see firsthand what it looked like when Raquel shot off, as her hard cock twitched suddenly, the transluscent film of precum that had covered the eye forcefully blowing outwards like a soap bubble as she ejaculated through it. He watched as Raquel stiffened and flung her cum out, and then in simulated slow motion the ropes and globs suspended in the air, about to thoroughly emasculate him in the most visually humiliating way. He closed his eyes reflexively, though he immediately regretted it a half-second later when he felt something wet, warm, and sticky splat on his face. It was somehow even worse to not see it, but still feel shot after gooey shot hit the mark. Her spunky volley splatted on his face with an audible finality, his skin tingling wherever the copius load touched down. A well-aimed spurt shot across his eye, clinging to his eyelashes. He felt slighlty nauseous as she basted his face with fresh semen, thick globs and ropes spraying from her sperm-cannon and ending up on some whore's face, all traces of dignity eliminated from her cumstained expression. He tried to ignore the initial baby-batter blob that landed, but by the second or third time the Raquel had painted her white slut-makeup across his nose and onto his forehead, he couldn't help but look up at her defiantly with his one non-cum coated eye. Raquel relished the expression while she fired off her last few lessons in humility onto his face, as it was strictly at odds with his actual submission, as he made no attempt to dodge the gravy train that she was vigorously unloading on his "defiant" face. His look said that he wasn't going to take it anymore, and then Raquel's load splatted all over him. Raquel looked down at her proud, noble cum-catcher and let out a heavy, relieved sigh while she made him resemble a glazed donut. A proud, noble glazed donut.

"Know what I love about night clubs?" she said, abruptly, turning to face something at the other end of the hall. "Security cameras. I hope you smiled... then again, pouty spunkface is nearly as good."

Again? he thought as he looked over to where she was looking, and sure enough, there was a small, hanging device with a dull red light.

"I'll have to ask for a copy of your first moneyshot later," she said, picking her discarded clothing off the floor. She stepped into her bikini, pulled it up, and then took some care to stuff herself back inside. "It looks good on you.
Really brings out your cheeks," she said, fitting her bikini top back on. "Well, I'm done. You can get up now."

As soon as he did, she grabbed him by the hand and led him back out into the open air of the club, and in his dazed embarassment he'd hadn't even remembered to wipe his face. The wetness on his face was cooled by the movement through the air as they walked back to where they'd been dancing, other club-goers pointing, muttering, and chuckling to the fresh coat of jizz that had been applied to his face. It was glowing brightly under the blacklight, which made it incredibly conspicuous. The girls broke into hysterical laughter when they got a full view of him, as they really hadn't expected for Raquel to blast it so thoroughly over him, and then give him no chance to clean up. For once he found himself wishing that she'd shoved it down his throat and blew a bellyful, because then no one would know what caused Raquel's raging stiffy to disappear.

Raquel excused herself shortly thereafter, dragging him along with her. She made a stop by the bouncer, who did in fact have a number for her, and then grabbed him by the arm, and led him out into the street.

"Where do you want to go?" she said, bouncily. Literally, bouncing.

"Uh... you don't want to go to the hotel?"

"Well, sure, if you do, I'm not going to turn down a willing mouth," she said, and he wondered if she really would. "But I'm sure you must have worked up an appetite."

"I could eat," he said, still fuming about what she'd done, even as he wiped her fresh spunk off.

"Wherever you want to go," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek, and a stray hand on his crotch."

orangeglasses >> #40987
Posted on 2012-03-05 01:12:34 Score: -7 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Oh no, not her again!

Anonymous >> #68330
Posted on 2012-11-13 09:00:26 Score: 1 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Please make more! I love these stories!

bbb123 >> #79705
Posted on 2013-02-24 21:10:32 Score: 2 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
hes so lucky i would love that

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