A Pair of Heels

Irene marched to her car solely focused on the business flight she had to catch in the morning. She typed a quick text on her phone, an apology for leaving without saying goodbye to the bride. The dance floor was just too noisy, and crowded.

Although that wasn't the real reason she left without goodbyes… Irene did want to stay, in fact as the night had gone on she was feeling increasingly drawn to stay, so she was leaving more in fear that if she didn't now… She might not.

Pausing for a moment Irene debated not hitting send, it would take maybe 20 minutes to do this properly… Gazing back at the elevator lobby she considered her actions. No, the business flight and meeting were too important.

Turning away from the elevators she bumped into someone suddenly standing there, with a high pitched scream and flail of shock she began to topple over, her heels not designed for the agility to recover after a jump.

The warm, broad strong arms that ceased her fall made her body want to melt into them as her mind raced to make sense of the situation, wonder where the security guard came from, did she just see his face change colour? What was she feeling against her ass?

“Sorry for surprising you miss.” James apologized in a manner harkoning back to his innocent precorruption, a thought about surprising his waiting girlfriend at home crossing his mind. Elena would have to wait a few more hours.

Standing the vibrantly red haired woman back up he admired the emerald green dress hugging her body as his rod pressed ever harder against his pants, eager to press against this woman and more.

“No… my apologies I didn't notice you come up here. I'm just on my way out.” Irene commented regaining her composure and senses, a finger pointing off towards her car.

“GET UP AND DO ME!” The woman's command echoed around the garage. Prompting Irene to glance around for its source.

“Have you had anything to drink tonight?” James stuck with his bit, eager to get back to what he was doing, maybe even bring another soul along for the ride to damnation.

“What was that?” Irene asked looking off to James's left where a ruckus was growing.

“Probably just some rowdy guests. Can I get a quick breathalyzer test so you can get on your way?” James was finding it harder to resist looking over his shoulder, he hoped they'd have stayed quiet.

“Are those people havin…” Irene tried to question as James suddenly and forcefully grabbed her, muffling her with the breathalyzer in her mouth.

“SHOW HER HOW TO ****!” Cassandra shouted enthusiastically as her husband's awkward inebriation gave way to the urgent need to plunge his cock into something.

Irene fought the coughing, and gagging from the forceful air pressing into her, staring wide eyed as the security guard's face grew green and shifted proportions.

Unlike Cassandra, Irene had resisted every offer of a beverage, she had skipped dessert. Her only exposure to the Idol this night was through the increasingly pheromone laced air of the hotel's interior.

Sensing this the demonically infused breathalyzer took the next step. As Irene struggled to eject the malicious object from her mouth, her tongue lolled around the tube irresistibly. Acting in rebellion to the fearful struggle of her mind it tasted the thick semen like nectar now dripping into her mouth. Each lap of her tongue provoking more, providing a growing taste of the tasty cum like substance.

As her body squirmed and her legs flailed, her nipples hardened and ached for attention. Her pussy grew wet and called to be touched with each shift of her legs closed tight around her folds. Her fear began to shift from the horseman restraining her to the revolt of her bodies desire against her mind.

Why am I suddenly wanting this? Irene wondered, as the cries of pleasure and colliding hips drew her gaze to Cassandra, who had bent over the trunk of a car staring straight at Irene as her husband fucked her with all his wanton desire.

The dirty demands, the lewd moans, an orchestra of sexual pleasure increasingly entrancing Irene as her struggles for freedom increasingly subsided for squirms of awkward desire as she felt the increasing need to grind her body and touch herself.

Sensing her resistance wearing away, her hardened nipples increasingly trying to grind against him through the dresses padding James felt the need to hold the woman was no more. Dropping her crumpling body to the ground he pulled the breathalyzer from her lips, freeing her mouth to sigh reluctantly as the viscous tendrils of saliva and cum broke over distance.

Freeing his cock from his pants once more he dangled the large green equine cock before the woman's face amused by her obvious wonder before his hooved feet echoed upon the asphalt back to the all too willing slut demanding her increasingly frail looking husband give her his all.

Irene’s hands wandered her body her mind broken of its grasp on reality. Attempts to make sense or even awareness of what was going on subsiding to wants, lusts, and desires she could have never conceived

Her dress straps slumped from her shoulders as she breathed heavily, her hands tugged upwards on its hem… She tried to grasp what it was she wanted to do now. Her mind drawn to pleasure her body, while her soul cried for her flight from the ****, her conscience trying to voice itself against the echoes of Cassandra calling out to the green stud.