I already knew that Enna was an attractive woman with an incredible body even when she was fully dressed in her usual suit, leaving practically zero skin aside from her head and neck exposed, but nothing could have prepared me for how she looked without all those clothes on.
Stunning was a good description for how she looked, but even that felt like too weak of a word. Her pale skin was without a single flaw as far as I could tell, and it was incredibly soft to the touch as I slid between her legs while tracing my hands along her thighs. Her mountainous breasts lifted and fell with every nervous breath that she took, and I couldn’t even see her face over them whenever they were lifted. Her thighs were thick and—well, I wasn’t immune to the common sayings of the internet even if I did try to avoid them. In other words, I wanted her to crush my head between her thighs. They were more than thick enough to completely fit my head between them, anyways.
If there was one thing that her usual suit did an excellent job at, perhaps too excellent of a job at, it was hiding her full figure. It had to have been an almost uncomfortably tight suit seeing as how her entire body looked thicker all over without any clothes in the way. It wasn’t too noticeable from a distance, but it definitely was now that I had my head between her thighs right in front of her crotch.
Weaker men probably would have complained about her being as thick as she was. She wasn’t a petite girl by any means, and she also had a bit of a bulge with her stomach and some small love handles on her sides. That kind of thing could intimidate some men—boys, rather.
But as far as I was concerned, it made her entire body look perfectly proportionate. Her tits would have looked off if they were on a smaller body, and I always liked women who had some meat on them in the first place. A woman who could be mistaken for a rogue exercise ball bouncing down the street? No thank you. But a woman who had some to squeeze and was nice and soft to hold? Yes, please.
And because Enna was practically my ideal woman as far as figure went, I wanted to do my best to pleasure her.
Where a lot of men just wanted to cum, and having sex with a woman and getting to cum was enough to make them feel like they conquered their target, I always thought that was an incredibly selfish, not to mention boring, form of “conquering.” To me, properly “conquering” a woman meant being able to make her orgasm as much as I want, when I want, however I want. Getting to cum myself was just a bonus on top of being able to bring somebody else to the ultimate pleasure over and over again.
Then again, it was still selfish of me considering that doing so was what brought me pleasure. I always was a pleaser.
That was why I grabbed onto her thighs, my fingers sinking into her flesh, and brought my mouth to her pussy. It had been a while since I last ate a girl out, but the technique to do so in a pleasurable way wasn’t exactly anything special nor difficult like a lot of men liked to pretend. All that was really needed was to give the clit some attention, which I started off with by slowly rolling my tongue against it and flicking at it just to test her reactions out, and then it just needed pushed inside. From there, all somebody had to do was move it around in different directions until they found one that made her react the most strongly. At that point, it was just the simple act of repeating that motion over and over again until she came.
That was the most effective way to make a woman orgasm: consistency. Going from fast to slow, switching directions or positions—those kinds of things could easily kill the buildup of arousal and stop a woman from cumming until she got to build her arousal up again. Those sorts of things were good for play involving orgasm control, but not when wanting to just make a woman cum.
And going by how Enna was reacting simply from me focusing on her clit, I wasn’t even going to need to shove my tongue inside of her to make her cum. All I did was repeat exactly what I was doing: grinding my tongue against her, from bottom to top, over and over again, while applying as much pressure as I could with it against her clit. Most of what I was licking wasn’t even her clit seeing as how those tended to be pretty small, but what mattered was that it was still caught up inside every movement that my tongue made.
“C-Clay!” Enna moaned out, reaching down and grabbing onto the hair on the back of my head while arching her back enough that I couldn’t see her head at all. As much as I loved how large her breasts were, there was also a part of me that found it to be a shame that I couldn’t see her face as she came. Getting to look at tits was nice when I was the one cumming, but I wanted to get to watch her face while she was the one cumming.
And cum she did.
The lower half of my face was already wet with her arousal, but it became really drenched once it was subjected to her orgasm. I didn’t think that demons would be the types to get so wet, what with the stereotypes of fire and brimstone and all, but apparently that was the opposite of the truth as I felt like her sex served as an infinite fountain for her arousal.
And while she was in the middle of cumming, that meant it was time for me to take things to the next level. I kept my mouth and tongue focused on her clit while letting go of one of her thighs to bring my hand down to her crotch, sliding a couple of my fingers up into her passage before she could even finish her first climax. That only made her moan out even harder as she tightened her grip on my hair. Honestly, she was grabbing my hair hard enough to hurt me, but I didn’t mind that. That was just part of the game as far as I was concerned. Besides, a bit of pain here and there could be nice.
But not as nice as making her cum again.
As I thrust my fingers within her passage, curling them upwards to rub against the roof of her passage, I heard her moaning out about already being close again.
“I—I’m—I’m going to—but—I-I can’t—I’m—!”
The rest of what left her mouth was pure gibberish that I couldn’t even understand as her body began to violently tremble, her thighs shutting tightly around my head as she pushed me even harder against her.
I had a theory that by using the usual technique of curled fingers to make a woman squirt that she was going to—well, squirt, considering just how wet she could get.
That theory turned out to be incredibly correct as my face ended up getting soaked due to her trapping me against her. If I thought that my face was wet before, it was really wet now.
Now, even with her taking away my ability to breathe by choking me with her thighs, feeling like my hair was about to get torn out, and making her experience back-to-back orgasms… I wasn’t done.
I wanted her to cum even more.
So even though there were some survival instincts kicking in telling me to try and break free so that I could properly breathe again, I ignored them so that I could continue pleasuring her instead. Not to mention that pulling out from between her thighs would have been a shame. Maybe it was masochistic of me, but there was something nice about feeling like my skull was about to break between some soft, warm, plump thighs.
That aside, every single time she came, I grew even more intense with my actions to make her cum again. That was why I liked to start off slow and simple. Making a woman cum after rough and fast treatment was harder than if you were just ramping it up over time.
Make her cum with some soft treatment.
Then some intense treatment.
And then some rough treatment.
Going from rough to soft didn’t work nearly as well as ramping things up. That was why, by ramping things up, I made her orgasm three times within just a few minutes.
And I wasn’t done there.
By the time that I was done eating her out and fingering her, I lost track of how many times I made her cum, and I finally got to pull my head out from between her thighs when she no longer had the strength to keep them squeezed around my head.
I sat up on my knees between her, my face drenched with her fluids, and looked down at the sight before me. Enna looked utterly exhausted, her body was still twitching from some residual pleasure leftover from her multiple orgasms, and she couldn’t even look at me nor say anything.
As for me, as fun as it was to make her cum over and over again, it was my turn.
And I couldn’t have been any harder than I already was.
I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her up closer to my cock, positioning our bodies so that I could grip my cock by its base and teasingly slap it down against her crotch.
That grabbed her attention.
“Th-that,” Enna said, finally able to talk again. Though, she did pause to gulp. “That—that thing is… that is huge!”
“A proper demon slayer, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps too literally…”
“Don’t worry, it’s not that powerful. But I am proud of what I have to work with.”
“Just—just… please be gentle.”
“I’ll do my best. You ready?”
“There… is no way I could say no to you after everything you made me feel.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
That was one of the other good things about being a pleasure who could make women cum over and over again. As long as somebody can do that, their partner would probably be willing to do anything and everything that they want in exchange for the overwhelming amount of pleasure that they got to feel.
I talked plenty of women before into giving me blowjobs and the like, when they weren’t really all that interested in them in the first place, by getting them off a bunch beforehand. Even dated a girl before who hated blowjobs and said that she would never suck off a guy again after her one ex. Made her cum about twenty times in an hour and then asked her for one.
She could not have been any happier to oblige.
Now, after slipping the tip of my length into Enna’s soaked passage, I gripped onto those handles at her sides and thrust the rest of my length into her. She immediately tossed her head back against her pillow, biting her lower lip hard enough to make herself bleed.
And that was before I even began to consistently thrust.
One other good thing about being able to make a woman cum so much was that my own endurance didn’t matter. Even if I came too quickly, we would both be satisfied still, and I doubted that I was going to be able to last long when looking at a woman like Enna. Not only was she incredibly tight and probably the warmest woman I had ever been in by far, but with a body as insanely attractive as hers, I had plenty to look at as I fucked her.
Every part of her body jiggled with every thrust, but what caught my eyes the most were her breasts. I couldn’t take my hands off of watching them bounce as I fucked her, and seeing them bounce made me want to fuck her even harder.
I said I would do my best to be gentle with her, but it was impossible to be gentle when I wanted to make her tits bounce even more.
It didn’t take long for her to cum again, either, thankfully. Her getting to cum again from proper penetration meant that I could cum early with even less guilt of my own.
“Clay!” she moaned out once more, probably loudly enough for anybody nearby outside to hear.
I could already imagine her being cute and embarrassed the next day.
However, about halfway through her orgasm, I realized something.
She… fell asleep. Either she fell asleep or lost consciousness just as I was about to cum.
I fucked her to the point where she passed out. That was how hard and how much I made her cum.
In that case, my own endurance really didn’t matter if she wasn’t even going to be awake for it, so I didn’t bother holding back and kept going just enough to finish and then pulled out just as I did to shoot my load onto her stomach and tits. Some landed on her face, too, but barely any as most got caught by the undersides of her breasts.
Honestly, I was horny enough to go some more, but I didn’t want to fuck an unconscious girl. Something about that didn’t exactly seem ethical for obvious reasons.
So, instead of making use of the rest of my arousal, I put my attention into taking care of her. I needed to make sure that she was alright and get her cleaned up.
I was going to have to train her to last longer so that I would get to enjoy her for longer the next time.
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I already knew that Enna was an attractive woman with an incredible body even when she was fully dressed in her usual suit, leaving practically zero skin aside from her head and neck exposed, but nothing could have prepared me for how she looked without all those clothes on.
Stunning was a good description for how she looked, but even that felt like too weak of a word. Her pale skin was without a single flaw as far as I could tell, and it was incredibly soft to the touch as I slid between her legs while tracing my hands along her thighs. Her mountainous breasts lifted and fell with every nervous breath that she took, and I couldn’t even see her face over them whenever they were lifted. Her thighs were thick and—well, I wasn’t immune to the common sayings of the internet even if I did try to avoid them. In other words, I wanted her to crush my head between her thighs. They were more than thick enough to completely fit my head between them, anyways.
If there was one thing that her usual suit did an excellent job at, perhaps too excellent of a job at, it was hiding her full figure. It had to have been an almost uncomfortably tight suit seeing as how her entire body looked thicker all over without any clothes in the way. It wasn’t too noticeable from a distance, but it definitely was now that I had my head between her thighs right in front of her crotch.
Weaker men probably would have complained about her being as thick as she was. She wasn’t a petite girl by any means, and she also had a bit of a bulge with her stomach and some small love handles on her sides. That kind of thing could intimidate some men—boys, rather.
But as far as I was concerned, it made her entire body look perfectly proportionate. Her tits would have looked off if they were on a smaller body, and I always liked women who had some meat on them in the first place. A woman who could be mistaken for a rogue exercise ball bouncing down the street? No thank you. But a woman who had some to squeeze and was nice and soft to hold? Yes, please.
And because Enna was practically my ideal woman as far as figure went, I wanted to do my best to pleasure her.
Where a lot of men just wanted to cum, and having sex with a woman and getting to cum was enough to make them feel like they conquered their target, I always thought that was an incredibly selfish, not to mention boring, form of “conquering.” To me, properly “conquering” a woman meant being able to make her orgasm as much as I want, when I want, however I want. Getting to cum myself was just a bonus on top of being able to bring somebody else to the ultimate pleasure over and over again.
Then again, it was still selfish of me considering that doing so was what brought me pleasure. I always was a pleaser.
That was why I grabbed onto her thighs, my fingers sinking into her flesh, and brought my mouth to her pussy. It had been a while since I last ate a girl out, but the technique to do so in a pleasurable way wasn’t exactly anything special nor difficult like a lot of men liked to pretend. All that was really needed was to give the clit some attention, which I started off with by slowly rolling my tongue against it and flicking at it just to test her reactions out, and then it just needed pushed inside. From there, all somebody had to do was move it around in different directions until they found one that made her react the most strongly. At that point, it was just the simple act of repeating that motion over and over again until she came.
That was the most effective way to make a woman orgasm: consistency. Going from fast to slow, switching directions or positions—those kinds of things could easily kill the buildup of arousal and stop a woman from cumming until she got to build her arousal up again. Those sorts of things were good for play involving orgasm control, but not when wanting to just make a woman cum.
And going by how Enna was reacting simply from me focusing on her clit, I wasn’t even going to need to shove my tongue inside of her to make her cum. All I did was repeat exactly what I was doing: grinding my tongue against her, from bottom to top, over and over again, while applying as much pressure as I could with it against her clit. Most of what I was licking wasn’t even her clit seeing as how those tended to be pretty small, but what mattered was that it was still caught up inside every movement that my tongue made.
“C-Clay!” Enna moaned out, reaching down and grabbing onto the hair on the back of my head while arching her back enough that I couldn’t see her head at all. As much as I loved how large her breasts were, there was also a part of me that found it to be a shame that I couldn’t see her face as she came. Getting to look at tits was nice when I was the one cumming, but I wanted to get to watch her face while she was the one cumming.
And cum she did.
The lower half of my face was already wet with her arousal, but it became really drenched once it was subjected to her orgasm. I didn’t think that demons would be the types to get so wet, what with the stereotypes of fire and brimstone and all, but apparently that was the opposite of the truth as I felt like her sex served as an infinite fountain for her arousal.
And while she was in the middle of cumming, that meant it was time for me to take things to the next level. I kept my mouth and tongue focused on her clit while letting go of one of her thighs to bring my hand down to her crotch, sliding a couple of my fingers up into her passage before she could even finish her first climax. That only made her moan out even harder as she tightened her grip on my hair. Honestly, she was grabbing my hair hard enough to hurt me, but I didn’t mind that. That was just part of the game as far as I was concerned. Besides, a bit of pain here and there could be nice.
But not as nice as making her cum again.
As I thrust my fingers within her passage, curling them upwards to rub against the roof of her passage, I heard her moaning out about already being close again.
“I—I’m—I’m going to—but—I-I can’t—I’m—!”
The rest of what left her mouth was pure gibberish that I couldn’t even understand as her body began to violently tremble, her thighs shutting tightly around my head as she pushed me even harder against her.
I had a theory that by using the usual technique of curled fingers to make a woman squirt that she was going to—well, squirt, considering just how wet she could get.
That theory turned out to be incredibly correct as my face ended up getting soaked due to her trapping me against her. If I thought that my face was wet before, it was really wet now.
Now, even with her taking away my ability to breathe by choking me with her thighs, feeling like my hair was about to get torn out, and making her experience back-to-back orgasms… I wasn’t done.
I wanted her to cum even more.
So even though there were some survival instincts kicking in telling me to try and break free so that I could properly breathe again, I ignored them so that I could continue pleasuring her instead. Not to mention that pulling out from between her thighs would have been a shame. Maybe it was masochistic of me, but there was something nice about feeling like my skull was about to break between some soft, warm, plump thighs.
That aside, every single time she came, I grew even more intense with my actions to make her cum again. That was why I liked to start off slow and simple. Making a woman cum after rough and fast treatment was harder than if you were just ramping it up over time.
Make her cum with some soft treatment.
Then some intense treatment.
And then some rough treatment.
Going from rough to soft didn’t work nearly as well as ramping things up. That was why, by ramping things up, I made her orgasm three times within just a few minutes.
And I wasn’t done there.
By the time that I was done eating her out and fingering her, I lost track of how many times I made her cum, and I finally got to pull my head out from between her thighs when she no longer had the strength to keep them squeezed around my head.
I sat up on my knees between her, my face drenched with her fluids, and looked down at the sight before me. Enna looked utterly exhausted, her body was still twitching from some residual pleasure leftover from her multiple orgasms, and she couldn’t even look at me nor say anything.
As for me, as fun as it was to make her cum over and over again, it was my turn.
And I couldn’t have been any harder than I already was.
I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her up closer to my cock, positioning our bodies so that I could grip my cock by its base and teasingly slap it down against her crotch.
That grabbed her attention.
“Th-that,” Enna said, finally able to talk again. Though, she did pause to gulp. “That—that thing is… that is huge!”
“A proper demon slayer, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps too literally…”
“Don’t worry, it’s not that powerful. But I am proud of what I have to work with.”
“Just—just… please be gentle.”
“I’ll do my best. You ready?”
“There… is no way I could say no to you after everything you made me feel.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
That was one of the other good things about being a pleasure who could make women cum over and over again. As long as somebody can do that, their partner would probably be willing to do anything and everything that they want in exchange for the overwhelming amount of pleasure that they got to feel.
I talked plenty of women before into giving me blowjobs and the like, when they weren’t really all that interested in them in the first place, by getting them off a bunch beforehand. Even dated a girl before who hated blowjobs and said that she would never suck off a guy again after her one ex. Made her cum about twenty times in an hour and then asked her for one.
She could not have been any happier to oblige.
Now, after slipping the tip of my length into Enna’s soaked passage, I gripped onto those handles at her sides and thrust the rest of my length into her. She immediately tossed her head back against her pillow, biting her lower lip hard enough to make herself bleed.
And that was before I even began to consistently thrust.
One other good thing about being able to make a woman cum so much was that my own endurance didn’t matter. Even if I came too quickly, we would both be satisfied still, and I doubted that I was going to be able to last long when looking at a woman like Enna. Not only was she incredibly tight and probably the warmest woman I had ever been in by far, but with a body as insanely attractive as hers, I had plenty to look at as I fucked her.
Every part of her body jiggled with every thrust, but what caught my eyes the most were her breasts. I couldn’t take my hands off of watching them bounce as I fucked her, and seeing them bounce made me want to fuck her even harder.
I said I would do my best to be gentle with her, but it was impossible to be gentle when I wanted to make her tits bounce even more.
It didn’t take long for her to cum again, either, thankfully. Her getting to cum again from proper penetration meant that I could cum early with even less guilt of my own.
“Clay!” she moaned out once more, probably loudly enough for anybody nearby outside to hear.
I could already imagine her being cute and embarrassed the next day.
However, about halfway through her orgasm, I realized something.
She… fell asleep. Either she fell asleep or lost consciousness just as I was about to cum.
I fucked her to the point where she passed out. That was how hard and how much I made her cum.
In that case, my own endurance really didn’t matter if she wasn’t even going to be awake for it, so I didn’t bother holding back and kept going just enough to finish and then pulled out just as I did to shoot my load onto her stomach and tits. Some landed on her face, too, but barely any as most got caught by the undersides of her breasts.
Honestly, I was horny enough to go some more, but I didn’t want to fuck an unconscious girl. Something about that didn’t exactly seem ethical for obvious reasons.
So, instead of making use of the rest of my arousal, I put my attention into taking care of her. I needed to make sure that she was alright and get her cleaned up.
I was going to have to train her to last longer so that I would get to enjoy her for longer the next time.
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