Seduction

"I've met loads of people. Superheroes, villains, mercenaries. I can see their vital points and read their body language and thoughts, and even see the shape and size of their penises." Conveniently, the gangbang ended and the noises faded into nothing. Her low, hungry voice began to take over. "But your body is so much different than everyone else's. It sings like a trained martial artist except it is polite and not dangerous. It doesn't hurt. It's not confusing. It's like a melody I want to listen to over and over again."

All of a sudden, Aaron was on his back, with a certain weight climbing on top of him like a predator. So fast, so powerful, that even Aaron with his peak male physique wasn't able to stop it. Yet here was now, underneath Cassandra, her hair hanging down, her lips coming close, her knee on his groin, her body speaking to him.

"Cass, you…" On his laptop, the next porn video started playing. The moans began anew but neither of them cared to pause it. Aaron's lips twitched upwards. "You're much more cunning than I thought. You planned this, didn't you?"

Very slowly, very sensually, she shook her head. "No. I don't like planning. I just like to do."

Her lips crashed into his and Aaron promptly wrapped his arms around her waist She tasting fucking amazing. His pants felt tight as he smelled and tasted her essence, the very fiber of her being, spiking up his arousal and excitement. Her knee massaged his pants as they made-out feverishly and without mercy.

Air. They were so obsessed with each other that they forgot to breathe, to take in that precious air. When they broke apart, they panted as if they had run a marathon, long strings of saliva connecting them. Cheeks red, gazes longing, they licked it up as if they were in sync. Cassandra sat up straight and pulled off her hoodie–Aaron's hoodie–tossing it away to be forgotten. Her purple tank top combined with the strings of black hair hanging over her forehead forged the image of a truly powerful woman. Arms toned, navel and abdomen peaking, Cassandra was glowing as weeks of built-up libido and desire exploded.

"You look beautiful," Aaron exhaled. The woman in question breathed erotically as if letting out steam. She did not respond verbally. Instead, she went back down and kissed him again, legs to his sides, hands behind his head. The deepness of their kiss was greater than before. Aaron's hands wandered and he grabbed a firm piece of her ass through her sweatpants. The fabric was so thin it might as well not have been there.

Cassandra ripped away from him, her eyes glazing with carnal, untamed lust, and she climbed down till she was hovered above his nether regions. There was a sizable lump and a patch of pre-cum leaking through. Again, Cassandra was slow and instrumental in how she unbuttoned and pulled his pants. His cock flopped out and bounced into place, straight and proud and towering. Pulsating and semi-flaccid, not yet at full mast yet still supremely titanic. It was visibly and markedly larger than her head and there was a moment where she pressed her cheek to the phallus. The veins pulsed against her like a heartbeat and feeling her face sent shivers up his spine.

Then came the first stroke, the first lick, and the first pump, and Aaron remembered just why he put Cassandra at such a high pedestal.

His dick sprang to full attention, unleashing its thirteen and a half inches of mass upon her. Cassandra considered it for a moment, eyes wide, no doubt seeing the change but managing to find the will to move past it. She rose to his throbbing head and made it disappear like magic. Those thick four inches, his most sensitive region, and her humble tongue made it feel like it was getting attacked in seven different directions. She was fast, relentless, and oh-so soft and wet, it was fucking impossible to hold back a groan. She read him like a book and used her rough hands to pump the rest of his cock.

Skillfully, she traced a bulging vein between her fingers and then gripped the base of his cock, giving a nice, long pump. With her left hand, she was stroking the region under where her lips ended, diligently employing her own leaking saliva to make his cock feel so, so good. Watching her was like watching a professional. A snippet of theatre. It was thrilling and made him feel ecstatic in more ways than one.

Aaron controlled himself well. After so many women, he was much more able than he was before. He could stop himself from cumming from a mere touch. Even so, it was difficult. He wanted to cum. He wanted to bust a fat nut on her face. He wanted to fuck her. His urges were so, so strong…

'Not yet,' he told himself. 'Not yet.'

Cassandra's ears perked up as a groan escaped him. She worked harder. She went faster. Her tongue spun and teased his glans mercilessly. The ridge underneath, his cum hole–his entire mushroom head was like an easy, widely available weak point. Every time her tongue made a lap, his balls churned and ached with want.

Her hands as well, just as effective and noticeable as her tongue. Her digits and palms might have been rough but it made the sensations of her handjob that much better. It wasn't like Vicki or Tanya who did pedicures or whatever. Cassandra was a pure warrior with a knack for blowjobs and sex.

Her lips, stretched by his girthy mushroom, went lower and lower. She made the countless inches look like air with how easily she was taking in his rod. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten inches. Aaron could see his cock throbbing through her throat.

She went high, back to his glans, then back low, close to the base. She leaned in and out, in and out, deepthroating him despite how impossible it seemed. She nearly reached the end but due to their positions simply couldn't. If perhaps he was standing and she was on her knees, then she could do it. Swallow all thirteen and a half inches. But she couldn't.

"Fuck, Cass," Aaron exhaled roughly. His head rested on the armrest of the sofa as the rest of his body lay across. "I'm so close…"

Hearing that, Cassandra doubled her efforts. Her hands tightly gripping his cock, both moving in sync as they traversed his great shift. Thick and girthy as it was, it looked as though her hands did nothing. However, it was clear by the tiny noises he was making that it was. The build-up spiked up his cock. Aaron resisted. It came again. Cassandra drank up whatever pre-cum that spewed out. His balls ached.

Finally, the dam broke.

He came.

It was wild. Instantly, a gush of cum burst from the corner of her lips. Four long, throbbing, and immense throbs later and Cassandra was **** to back out. She swallowed and swallowed but it just wasn't enough. There was too much.

His cock was like a fountain as it spewed out white waves towards the ceiling. Some touched it, others didn't. Cassandra watched it for a second, mesmerized, but the second she recovered her lips latched on it. She gave it everything she had as she drank and drank, swallowed and swallowed. Gulp, gulp, gulp!

She didn't deepthroat it, only sinking low enough to take his cum as comfortably as possible. It was an impossible task. He could see it in Cassandra's brown eyes, which widened and became stricken with the realization.

"Fuck, fuck." Aaron got too swept up in the mind. His mind was contorting. His crotch felt like a black hole sucking all his energy as it unleashed billions upon billions of sperm in the shape of a sticky goo. "C-Cass, stop. Stop!"

She didn't listen. She kept trying, kept sucking. The taste of his cum was amazing but he knew there was such a thing as too much. He watched her–Cassandra Cain, the peak of the female sex–practically drowning in his cum. Aaron wanted it to stop. It had already been two minutes.

He groaned and willed his cock to stop.

And it did.

Instantly, his powerful shots tapered off, reduced to tiny spoonfuls. Cassandra latched off his erection and gargled on the seed inside her. She chewed, she wiped the excess seed on her cheek and chin, and then swallowed audibly. Gulp!

Aaron looked at her with pure awe. "Cass…you're seriously something else. That was…wow."

Was it strange that he was more turned on before? Watching her gobble down his cum, nearly drowning in it yet persevering nonetheless?