And the days go by (Deborah the vampire possum)

 Day one : Discovery

You looked up to the sky, seeing the moonlight pushing through the leaves above you, the moon seeming like it was in the same place that it had been for the past few hours now. You were, of course, assuming that it had been hours but for all you know you could have only been here for an hour or so but it was fine, certainly better than roaming the city streets in the dark where people could rob you, kill you or just set you on fire. Anyways, you didn’t have to worry about the police picking you up for vagrancy here either, glancing around to see nothing but the trees and the dark around you, clutching ahold of your flask and taking a drink as you thought back to how you got into this mess. It was mostly your fault, you had decided that you wanted extra money and joined up with the local smuggling ring to ship cocaine from one end of the country to another, something that ensured you quite the payday provided you didn’t get caught. Unfortunately for you they didn’t have to get far up the supply chain before the operation was busted, stopping it right at the port where they found roughly two tonnes of white gold stashed in a “fishing vessel”.

This would have been fine if not for the fact that one of the people on the boat snitched and exposed every single step of the operation which meant you had to get out of town. You packed what you needed and ran, leaving your home for the time being and wandering around the city for a couple days, trying to avoid any and all police presence which meant you’d been hiding in alleys and fields. Eventually you decided the city wasn’t worth the risk and you ran into the forest just as it hit nightfall and before you knew it the moon was high in the sky and you were lost in the forest which took you to where you were now. You glanced around the forest again, seeing as the dark shifted around it before you worked forwards, trying to figure out where you should rest for the night.

The main issue was that the forest was incredibly flat and that there were no caves or other mounds for you to shelter under from rain or rogue animals running around the place. You’d keep moving forward, hearing the sound of leaves crunching underneath your feet as you walked, looking up at the ever glowing moon with you seeing the light ooze out from the leaves. One thing that you noticed was that  there was a surprising lack of animals around, not a single bird flying above you nor any rabbits or other creatures running around the ground, leaving you to wonder what the hell had happened here. That was when you saw something in the distance, a silhouette of a building of some kind which seemed to be quite the jackpot as you walked towards the mysterious building.  

As you got closer you’d soon see a large stained glass window shimmering in the moonlight with you so realising that it was a church of some kind. As you got closer you’d see just how old the church was, seeing that it retained a more gothic look than anything in the city house, the once proud grey of the church having been stained with centuries of rainwater, moss spreading across the stone like it was some kind of infection.  You’d scan the church as you’d walk, seeing the large stone gargoyles over-looking you before you moved to the front door, seeing that it was also covered in moss and somewhat swollen with water. You’d see as rust would drip off the doorknob, grabbing ahold of the metal and feeling as it stained your hand as you pushed the door open.

You’d enter through the heavy door, hearing as it creaked out against the air before you entered inside, hearing the sounds of your footsteps as the door slammed shut behind you. You’d quickly look around to see that the church seemed to have been converted into a bedroom of some kind, wooden furniture resting against the walls, the various knobs being made out of a brass-like metal. The windows around you were draped in red curtains, the curtails being larger than they had to be which meant that zero lights ever went into the building although the room was not without light. You’d see a couple of chandeliers hanging from the roof, seeing the chains having been burrowed into it as well as various candlesticks around you, the wax melted onto the metal.

Your eyes then moved to the back end of the room to see that there was a bed resting there, one that was the most ornate item that was in the room. You’d walk closer to the bed, seeing the dark oak moving up into the air before gazing at the roof of the bed, seeing as it would cover everything around it In shadows as well as making it so you couldn’t see whatever was in the bed. Eventually it got to the point where you were five or so paces away from the bed, trying to focus on what was inside before you’d see a pair of eyes snapped open to stare at you, your eyes widening as you stepped away. You then watch as the person lifts themselves out of the bed, the red covers slowly falling down the person’s body before you realize just who and what you were staring at.

It seemed to be some kind of possum woman, your eyes first looking to her face to see the woman’s snout, her teeth sharp and the edge of the snout being covered in some kind of red lipstick with you also noticing two particular huge teeth sticking out at the front of her mouth. The woman’s hair was mostly white but she had grey hair that she had styled into something resembling an actual hairstyle, her eyes being somewhat fogged as your eyes then moved down to the rest of her body. The woman was a rather overweight woman,her stomach large and hanging down from her body slightly, some cellulite being able to be visible beneath the fur before you looked up to her massive tits.  They were easily larger then your head, the breast sagging somewhat due to the weight of them, her nipples large and puffy as you’d see her tail curled up in a pile behind her. The red fabric covered some of her lower half, her large tree-trunk like thighs being visible to you with you then briefly looking at her hands which were a bright pink in colour, each of her digits tipped with claw as you’d watch her realise that you were standing there.

“Would you like to explain as to why you’re in my bedroom at this hour, human?” She asked with the woman rubbing her eyes somewhat to get a better look at you. She was old, you could tell that by her voice but the voice had a certain gravely deepness to it that you couldn’t help but find enchanting.

“Sorry, I didn’t know that anyone was in here!” You said moving slightly closer to her as she went and spoke to you, letting out a slight chuckle as she did so.

“I suppose they don’t tell the tale of the possum vampire of ensingten forest then?” She asked before letting out  another tired chuckle to herself. “Anyways, why have you decided to come into a church at this hour? Are you really in such great need for salvation?” She asked as she rested her hand on her head and her arm on the bed.

“Well, I haven’t really got anywhere else to go.” You explained, rubbing the back of your head before you explained some more. “Haven’t got a house or anything really. Had to go on the run, away from everyone else, came into the forest to get away and then I came here.” You said with your eyes staring right into her own yellowish ones. You could see something more across them despite how foggy they were, imagining it could be some form of sympathy as she wet her lips and go to speak to you again.

“Well, I know how that feels, mortal, don’t you worry about that.” She said before she reached out and grabbed ahold of your arm, dragging you closer to the bed before she spoke. “Anyways, I can hardly have you leaving now that you know about me and I, to be frank, was having quite a nice dream before you showed up. So come on, come up into bed and go to sleep.” She said before yanking on your arm a bit more before dragging you into the surprisingly soft mattress, your eyes being face level with her massive tits, a deep blush moving across your face as you felt your blood rushing to your nethers. You’d expected something else from the woman, maybe a name or a corny pun about how she was going to suck your blood but instead you were soon greeted by the sound of her head hitting the pillow and a loud snore escaping across the air.

With that you were sat there, unable to escape from the bed and being unable to sleep due to the fact the woman next to you was a possum vampire who was around twice your size. This wasn’t because of the standard issues of you being afraid she’d suck your blood or tear out your throat but instead the issue was that you found yourself quite hard over the sight of her fat body, your cock bulging away at your trousers. Your lay there for what felt like hours, your member straining against your jeans as you slowly felt yourself begin to lose consciousness, being tempted to leave and crank one out somewhat but you decided it was best not to test your luck. You eventually managed to fall asleep, your eyelids weighing heavy against themselves with the last thing you saw before you slept was her body.

Morning one : Introductions

It would be several hours before you woke up, your eyes opening not to light coming through the curtains or the stinging noises of an alarm clock but instead by fluffy, fatty flesh. You’d pull your head upwards to see the vampire laying next to you, seemingly half away, judging by her half lidded eyes and the scowl that was moving across her face, the woman rubbing her eyes as she got up off the mattress, turning to you before she spoke. “There we are, much better.” She said as she stripped the covers from herself, giving you a full look at her naked body. You could see the layer of fat around her stomach of which you could probably easily grope, the woman’s breasts hanging over it slightly due to the heftiest on their part, the woman’s pussy having fat lips running across the edges.

“Ah, yes, I forgot you were in here.” She would say, turning her head to face you, the woman’s body trembling somewhat with the movement. “I never introduced myself, did I? Sorry about that, a woman doesn’t have her manners when she’s tired. The names Deborah, mortal. And what might your name be?” She asked as she would flick her tail around behind her.

“My name’s Anon, Deborah.” You said, the woman nodding as you’d go and speak.

“My, what an interesting name. Certainly have never heard of anyone called that.” She said before she got up off the bed, leaving her ass pointing right at you. Yet again you could see the cellulite on her asscheeks be somewhat hidden by far, the woman’s ass shaking with each movement of her tail. “Anyways, I don’t know about you but I am famished,I have some meat in the larder. You’re free to come along as well, if you desire.” She said as she brought herself off the bed and started to walk away from you, giving you a chance to see all of her fatty flesh jiggling as she walked, her cheeks clapping slightly due to the weight of them. You’d feel yourself getting harder at seeing her fat tits shaking around and seeing as her thighs would rub together slightly as she walked with you deciding to be polite and walk with her as your cock stayed hard.

You’d walk alongside her after doing a brief sprint to catch up with her, feeling as your cock throbbed in your jeans as you walked, staring at her body shifting around. You’d watch her stomach wobble around, your cock throbbing as you focused on the little details before you realized that she hadn’t seemed to notice how hard you were yet. A look up to her eyes would make you realize that her foggy eyes weren’t necessarily due to the fact that she was a vampire and more due to the fact that she had some form of cataracts in her eyes which meant she couldn’t see much of you at all. You’d breath out a sigh of relief as you moved your eyes to her chubby body, taking in as much as you desired from it before you’d reach the larder proper, a chill moving across your body.

You looked around you, seeing water dripping down the sides of the stone in between the deer carcasses that were hanging from the roof by rusted chains. “Oh yes, there’s still plenty to cut up but I have some breakfast cuts stored in one of the lower shelves,Anon.” She explained as she walked through the meat, the woman’s large frame meaning that she was knocking them around somewhat. She’d reach the cabinets and with that she would bend over, the woman’s ass now being pushed out and full exposed to you, with you figuring your member probably would rip its way through your trousers if it got any more erect. You’d see into her asscrack to see the brief hints of the hole laying within it, the woman’s tail staying perched above it before she straightened her back and turned her head to look at you, holding some ribs in her hand.

“Now, lets have some breakfast, Anon.”

Night two : Relief

The day had gone by and you, to put it gently, felt like you were getting absolutely blueballed by the vampire possum that you had accidentally found yourself living with now. They had all followed the same pattern with Deborah unknowingly placing herself in a lewd position or bending over with her ass in your face or even walking around unaware of just how her body swayed as she would walk. You’d get a erection and, unable to really sate it since you assumed even a woman as blind as her would be able to see you jerking off in front of her, leaving you to throb inside of your trousers. This has repeated around ten or so times now with you getting rather desperate to blow a load somewhere at some point, your eyes glancing at the woman as you sat at the table with her.

“So, how long have you been in this church then?” You asked, deciding that you might as well try and have a conversation with her if you were living with her now.

“My, I don’t know. What year is it now, 1940?” She asked, swinging her hands around the air as she took a sip from her wine glass.

“It’s 2025, actually.” You said, the woman’s eyes widening somewhat before she spoke.

“Well, it seems like I must have lost count at some point. In that case I’m roughly 670, coming to 700 now. I wasn’t a spring chicken when I did turn, I was 74 when that happened!” She said, sounding rather amused as she moved her finger around the edge of her wine glass, the woman having a smirk moved across her face. That’s when you came up with an idea, finishing your glass before placing it neatly on the table and moving yourself over it somewhat, leaning against it and causing it to creak.

“Well, why don’t I introduce you to something new then? A lot has changed since you last went outside.” You said, the woman leaning forward in curiosity before she spoke again.

“Oh, well you’ve got me intrigued, mortal. Well, go on and tell me what it is then.” She said, sounding rather intrigued about what she had missed after all these years

“Well, it’s a dance move actually.” You said, the woman’s ears perking up when she heard you say it, seeming even more intrigued now. “It’s known as Twerking, I think it’s something more of our era than yours. Women do it nowadays as a kinda fun thing and all.” You explained, very obviously avoiding some details to make sure that she didn’t get an idea of what you were doing.

“Well, I certainly haven’t heard of it.” She said, the woman lifting her fat body off the table as she spoke to you, curiosity clear in her voice. “Tell me, how do I do this then?” She asked, the woman leaning back as she awaited the explanation.

“Well, what you do is, you crouch yourself to the ground like your squatting and then you've got to shake your hips up and down, kinda like you’re thrusting them in a way.” You explained, the woman looking down at you with some curiosity before you’d heard her chair be pushed behind her, the woman slowly moving herself over to the centre of the room. You’d then watch as she went and crouched downwards, the woman bending her legs so that her knees were bent to her stomach, the woman using her tail to keep herself held upwards as she tried to steady herself on her legs. You’d then watch as the woman would start bucking her hips from side to side, the woman’s ass trembling with each movement and clapping along with it, the loud claps echoing out across the air.

“Like this, mortal?” She asked as you felt your trousers tighten before you moved yourself behind her, grabbing ahold of your trousers as you’d do so.

“Yeah, just like that.” You responded as you’d mess around with your belt for several moments before you managed to take it off, placing it on the ground. You’d then proceed to push your trousers and underwear down, bringing them to your knees as your cock sprung out into the air, throbbing away after being constantly edged and teased, pre-dripping from the tip of your member. You didn’t want to waste anymore time, moving your hand over to your member and starting to stroke away at your member, the woman not really noticing that you were stroking away to her fat, cellulite covered ass. The claps were almost hypnotising to you, pre oozing out of your member as she’d turned her head somewhat, her tail still pushed up against the floor of the building.

“Well, at least I’m doing it right.” She would say to herself as she kept shifting her body, the woman’s tail doing little to stop her entire body shaking and jiggling around. You’d see her breasts shifting around along with her stomach, something that made you bite down on your bottom lip as you relentlessly scanned the woman’s body, hearing as she let out a couple of pants before she spoke again. “So, are there any other techniques to this “twerking” then?” She asked with your eyes widening as you thought of ways to make this even more erotic then it was before. It took you a minute or so before you came up with something, the chorus of loud slapping of flesh against flesh echoing out across the air before you came up with an idea to get her to move even more.

“Why don’t you place your hands on your knees and bend your back forward. Really move your hips back and forth, you know.” You explained as the woman turned her head forward and started to do as you said, moving slowly which allowed gentle shifts to move across her body. She bent her ass further outwards before she grabbed ahold of her knees, her claws digging against your fur before she began to move her hips even more, your hand moving faster against your cock as you watched the lewd display. The woman’s cheeks moved way more now, revealing some of her hole and the inner reaches of her ass, watching as the cheeks shifted as the claps that echoed around the place growing louder and louder by the moment as you watched her. 

The lewd display would go on and on, watching as her fat ass jiggled around the place, clapping and clapping across the air as you got a little bit closer to her rear. You could hear the woman panting and gasping against the air with you looking over to her to see her face half lidded, the woman clearly seeming to be rather overexerted which was fair given just how chubby and large her body was. “Well, this is certainly rather exhausting! I haven’t moved this much in decades.” She would say, partially to you and partially to herself as you’d hear her lick her lips again, her tail moving a bit as to accommodate for her and her weight. “How long do I have to keep this going for?” She asked, the woman seeming to enjoy it quite a bit as you let out a slight moan from your mouth.

“Just a moment, I’ll tell you when!” You responded, feeling as your cock began to throb away in your hands as her cheeks kept jiggling and shifting around. You’d then feel as the pressure started to build up at the tip of your member, feeling as it grew more and more intense by the moment as you’d feel it start crawling away down your member. Soon your cock would be consumed by the pressure, completely bathing you in anticipation about what was to come as your teeth ground together, hearing as she let out a few more pants of which seemed to be what pushed you over the edge. With that you’d think about cumming on the floor but you that trial of thought had arrived too late as you watched as ropes started to spray out of your member and across the possums rear.

Ropes began to spray out of your member and covered her fat cheeks, the woman not really reacting as she felt the first couple ropes stain her soft white fur. More and more ropes escaped your member, each one stronger than the last with you watching as they’d move both deeper and further around her ass until your orgasm would reach its peak, a massive amount of ropes escaping from you. You’d watch as ropes covered against her ass before the ropes covering the lower floor, staining the black stone as you’d feel as your orgasm started to subside somewhat, a pant escaping your mouth. The ropes grew smaller and smaller by the moment, eventually being reduced to mere drops that would stain her fur before you’d back away and let out a groan.

“Alright, you can stop now.” You said as she would slowly stand up straight with you trying to put your trousers back on as she straightened herself outwards, the woman seeming not to notice much of anything wrong before she’d go and speak to you.

“Well, that was thrilling!” She said, seemingly rather happy about the entire thing and either unaware or uncaring about the cum that had been splattered across her rear. “Well, Anon, if you have anything else you want to show me about the new world then be sure to tell me. Now, I’m dreadfully peckish, more meat is very much in order!” She said before she turned and moved away to the larder, a smile moving across your face as ideas most devious would fill your mind.

Morning two : Grasping

“Are you sure that this is the best way to cramps out?” Deborah asked as you pushed your head against her back,feeling the fur brush against your face as your arms moved around her body to her breasts. There your hands were currently groping away at them, kneading them in your palms and feeling as all the fat would shift around your fingers, stretching the gaps between your fingers when you groped her particularly hard. The woman’s breasts were the softest that you had ever felt with it almost being like you were groping a pair of pillows as felt her nipples brushing away at her nipples. Occasionally you moved your palms to her nipples before you started grinding and pushing against them, feeling just how hard the large things were in your grasp.

“Of course it is, I heard that this does wonders!” You said, lying as you kept clutching and groping away at her tits, rubbing your member against her back as one of your hands then moved down to her stomach, the other staying to fondle at her breast. You’d rub your hands against her stomach for a moment before you’d proceed to dig your fingers into her stomach, clutching away at her flesh as she let out a gasp. Your hands pushed down into her flesh at first, pushing against the corners of your fingers before you’d start moving your hands around as you’d let out a couple groans into the air. Then you’d feel as her stomach would start jiggling around, shifting around in the air and occasionally slapping against itself to let out a loud clapping sound.

You keep moving your hands across her stomach for a couple more minutes now, your other hand then moving so that it was groping at anything else on her body. Your run your fingers down her thigh, dragging them down it and feeling as the flesh parted in your wake, and you grasped and kneaded at her ass, pushing your palm down at it and feeling as the flesh would move under your grip. You’d even spread the cheek from time to time, getting another glimpse at her hole before you’d stop, removing your hands from her body before you’d go about speaking. “Well, I think that’s all done and sorted.” You said as you’d go and back away, watching as her tail would head towards you, wrapping around you before dragging you closer before you could react.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked as she grabbed your hand and placed it underneath one of her breasts. “You missed a bit.”

Night three : Slamming 

“Yeah, So this technique makes sure we get the deep pains out.” You said as you rested between your legs, your knees digging into the mattress as you gazed open the rear end of the possum. The woman hand placed her head down onto a pillow, resting against it as she stretched out her legs, the woman feeling as her limbs would click together as her tail curled against the floor. After yesterday’s session the woman had implied that she wanted to have an even deeper session than before and, with some good persuasion skills and several straight up lies, you found a new method to enjoy her body. Your hands were already eager to go, the woman stretching  her back before she would speak to you again, the woman’s voice slightly tired due to it being a rather late hour.

“Great. Well, I’ll go ahead and leave this in your very capable hands.” She said as she rested against the pillow, waiting for you to go ahead and do what you needed to do. You raised your hand up into the air before you proceeded to being your hands down onto her asscheeks, hearing the sound of her flesh letting out a loud slapping sound, the woman letting out a groan 

into the air as she felt the pain move through her. You’d stare down at her asscheek and watch as it would jiggle around for a couple seconds before becoming still, your other hand soon raising itself upwards. You’d wait for a couple moments , letting the impact of your hands register with the woman before you proceeded to bring the other hand down onto her asscheek, letting the groan escape her.

You’d continue this process for several times over, slapping and spanking her ass and hearing her pants and moans echo out across the air as you looked down at her and her body. The woman’s tail swung around as she felt the pan and pleasure run through her, the woman’s massive asscheeeks trembling around with you occasionally pushing your hands down against her asscheeks feeling as though they were made out of dough. As you gazed at her you wondered if she had actually figured out the real reason why you were doing this or if she was just naively unaware entirely. Of course, you weren’t going to complain, if you were going to stay here forever then you might as well just have some fun with everything and besides, ignorance was bliss, after all.

Day five : Thirst

“Are you sure you don’t want to drink the blood?” She asked, holding a bottle up to you with you smiling as you shook your head, the woman seeming slightly perturbed by the entire thing. It turns out that using a water system that hadn’t been used for 100s of years meant it broke pretty easily which meant that you were out of things to drink and you didn’t want to drink wine during the morning. “Well, I don’t know what exactly to give you then, Mortal.” She said, wondering what to give you as your eyes would move to her chest, a smile crawling across your face before you would go and speak.

“Well, I’m sure we’ll think of something, eh?” You said as you nudged a book that was on the table towards her breast, trying to make it look like it wasn’t deliberate. This book would squeeze against her tit, a couple drops of milk dripping right out of her nipple and across the table, something that both of you took notice off.

“Oh wow, I haven’t done that in decades.” She said as she moved her hand to her fat tit and groped against it before looking over to you, the woman scooted her chair back so that her thighs were fully exposed to the air. “Why don’t you come and have it straight out of the tap. God knows I like my drink the same way.” She said, a smile pushing across your face as you got up off the chair.

“With pleasure.” You said as you moved onto her thighs, feeling them shift around slightly as you’d proceed to move your head up to her breast, grabbing ahold of it somewhat. You’d take some time to grope it, feeling as your fingers dug into the soft flesh before you’d wrap your lips around her fully hardened nipple, beginning to suckle away at them as she’d let out a gasp into the air. With that you’d then feel as milk then began to shoot out of her breast and into your mouth, the milk having an ever so slight sweet taste to it as you’d swallow it down eagerly, your thrust slowly being quenched. You’d know groping her breast, noticing that more milk flowed out the harder you groped, the woman clutching her other breast as milk spilled out of that one as well.

You’d suckle for a minute or so more, hearing her moan above you before you pulled away from her breast, letting out a very loud sigh into the air before you wiped your mouth clean. You’d look up at the woman with a smile on your face, grinning away as you went to speak to her again, seeing the milk dripping down her breast and onto her thighs.

“Well, that was refreshing!”

Night seven : Tribute

The sounds of slurping filled the air as you’d clutch ahold of the side of the bed, feeling the smoothness of oak down the bottom side of your legs and drool dripping down the sides. You looked down at Deborah, seeing her foggy eyes staring back at you as her red lips were firmly wrapped around your cock, moving down each and every vein with precision. You had managed to convince the woman that you wanted to give her some payment for all the hard work that she was doing for you. When she asked what it was you explained that males gave their tribute by letting themselves get sucked off and depositing cum right into the receivers mouth, the woman being more than happy to do that as she led you to the bedroom where she could clean up what would be a messy scene. 

It was a messy scene as well with you being able to see her breasts dripping with milk as you groaned into the air again, the woman being pretty good at sucking you off despite the fact that she had been alone for god knows how long. You’d feel as her tongue would lash and push against your member, brushing against your member and feeling your veins flared up against them, a steady drip of precum pulsing out of your cock as your thighs spread, fluids coating the mattress as you rested. You’d feel as your hands get more and more restless by the moment, your digits clutching ahold of the mattress before you moved your hand to her head, feeling as your fingers moved through her hair as you clutched ahold of it, making sure you were stabilized somewhat.

The grip on her head would cause the woman to start going faster, her head drifting down your member more and more as you’d hear her gargling and groans increase. You’d feel the speed increase hit you like a truck, your hand digging deeper into her scalp as the woman’s tongue would work on your member, occasionally moving the tongue all the way around your cock and thrusting it through the hole like a fleshlight. Your groans would get louder, filling the room, the fact you were in an old church meaning that the sounds of your deep, sinful lust were pushing through it like a caramel dripping heresy. You’d also feel as her tongue would wrap around your balls a couple of times, flicking across it as they’d do so, making them soon have a collection of drool dripping down them.

Eventually her speed would pick up so highly that you could see her blurring somewhat in the air, the woman’s hands having moved you your ankles, her claws digging into them. The woman’s tongue was writhing and drifting around your cock, at this point moving so quickly you figured the only intent was to drown your cock in pleasure, your tip and veins being especially affected by the entire thing. The woman’s tongue would become a lot more prominent against your balls as well, lapping and licking away at it as the woman’s cataracts filled eyes stared back right at your face although you couldn’t tell if she could make out any of your facial expressions. If she could then she’d be able to see the sweat dripping from your face and the drool dripping down your mouth, the woman getting you closer and closer to orgasm with each moment.

That’s when you felt as your cock started to throb inside of her mouth, starting to pulse and throb inside of her with the woman’s thrashing tongue still being relentless. More and more pre dripped out of your cock as you felt as the pressure started to build up at the tip although her aging throat worked much faster than your hands ever could with you feeling as the pressure moved across your member more and more. The pressure soon consumed your cock entirely, the woman working her hardest to make you cum whilst you would try and keep it held in as much as possible, to increase the size of your tribute to her. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore and, with that , you came inside of her, the woman ramming her lips to the base of your member as ropes began to fly out.

Ropes began to spray inside of her mouth, covering the woman’s tongue and the rest of her mouth before she started to feel as your throat began to push down into her throat. You’d feel as her ropes grow thicker and thicker by the moment, making it so it was harder and harder for her to swallow it all down, the woman letting out a few pants as she would do so. Eventually your orgasm would reach its peak, a massive amount of cum spraying out of your cook and pushing deep inside of her, the woman letting out a brief choking sound as she would feel her throat get filled up. Your ropes would start decreasing in speed and intensity, eventually being reduced to mere drops that sprayed across her tongue and mouth, the woman pulling away from your cock a moment later, letting you drip onto the floor.

“Well, I think you could consider your tribute well and truly paid, Anon.” She said, putting her hand up to her mouth so she could yawn. “Well, I’m awfully tired now so it’s time to go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, dark and early.” She said as she would proceed to lazily flop into bed with you, her arm soon being found around your body before she managed to drag you close to her chest, keeping you compact to her. As she kept you there, you simply thought to yourself that this had turned out to not be as bad as living arrangement as you thought.