[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 394 & 395. (Patreon)

Chapter 394: First service.

When Diana said ‘anything’, I had to assume she meant anything within reason. Not that my kinks were too out there. The craziest thing I could ask her would be to go somewhere public, hide and do it there.

…

Wait, Friday happened, and she said she liked it. She’s probably into it as well.

Anyway, that wasn’t even what I wanted to ask. Rather, I had something else in mind. The same thing I had in my hands, really.

I gave her tits a gentle squeeze and smiled innocently at her. “I’d like a titjob.”

Diana snickered. “So you really are obsessed with boobs, huh?”

“A little,” I admitted.

“Very well. I’m warning you, though. I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s only a problem if you’re uncomfortable doing it,” I told her.

She pecked my lips. “I imagined it was something you would ask. I want to do it. You’ve made them feel so good already that they should pay you back.”

I smirked. “You like having them played with?”

Diana smirked back. “More than I thought.”

She got off of me and off the couch, letting me sit up and put my feet on the floor. Like this, I could appreciate her body even more. She really had a perfect hourglass shape, enhanced further by how tall she was.

She got on her knees in front of me, put her hands on my thighs and spread them apart before moving closer to me. Her eyes stared down at my crotch, at the bulge inside my jeans that had been grinding between her own legs. She licked those luscious lips of hers and looked at me.

“Would you mind if I did a little something first?”

“By all means.”

Diana leaned forward, her breathing heavy and excited. Her face was slowly moving closer to my crotch until she finally did what she had in mind. Diana pressed her lips against my bulge, around the middle of my shaft. She blew hot air through the fabric of my jeans and that hit me in a way I didn’t expect.

“O-Oh…” I moaned lowly, mostly in surprise. It gave me shivers, almost like a hot shower on a cold day.

Diana glanced up at me, keeping her lips where they were, and seemed to like my reaction. She caressed my inner thighs, stuck out her tongue and gave my shaft a hard lick through the fabric, making me swallow and grip the cushions of the couch.

I mean… Holy shit. This was… new. And unexpectedly hot.

Diana kissed the length of my shaft until she found the tip. There, she wrapped her lips around it and blew hot air again. I took a deep, shaky breath. I could feel myself leaking precum, and my dick twitched as Diana continued licking the head of my cock through my jeans. What made this even hotter was how into it she looked.

Bottom line was that I liked this, and even though we were forming a connection, it was still important to say these things out loud. “God, that feels really good.”

“I can feel you getting harder,” she said breathily. “I can’t wait anymore. I want to see it.”

Yeah, keeping it inside my pants was starting to get really uncomfortable. I unbuckled my belt and lowered my zipper. My cock practically jumped out of my pants when I lowered my boxers, and Diana’s face on seeing it is engraved in my mind to this day.

Her eyes went wide, her mouth was ajar in shock, very slowly curling into a small, nervous and mesmerized smile. My dick stood rock hard and proud, tip wet with precum and reaching for the skies, throbbing in excitement.

Diana swallowed hard. “Oh. I… Wow.”

Honestly, I hate promoting and perpetuating the idea that ‘big = better’, but… Dammit, reactions like this really made me feel on top of the world.

Diana chuckled. “I felt it, so I had an idea, but seeing it…”

“Now you understand how I felt seeing your chest?” I asked her.

“Yeah…”

She reached for it with her hand, holding it gently and giving it slow strokes. The warmth of her hand already felt amazing.

“Ah. R-Right, you wanted a titjob…” Diana said, suddenly realizing she was in a trance.

“It’ll be easier if you get it wet first,” I told her.

Diana smiled and put the palm of her hand over the tip of my dick before going back to stroking, smearing my shaft in precum. I watched her hand go up and down and felt her slippery grip on me. It felt really good.

She pulled her hand away and moved to place her bosom over my lap. I held my dick to help her, and Diana soon sandwiched my long, thick cock between her huge, soft breasts.

She grinned and bit her lip. “It’s twitching so much… And it feels so hot…” 

I sighed. “I’m so happy right now…”

“You’re about to feel even better.”

Diana began to move. She held her breasts and pushed them together, squeezing me between them as she moved one up and the other down.

I realized I was still wearing my own clothes, so while Diana pumped me with her boobs, I quickly took off my jacket and my T-shirt, leaving me naked from the waist up, same as her.

Her movements slowly came to a halt and she looked up at me, her eyes falling on my abs and rising to my chest and arms. She stared at my body for a long moment and I decided to keep quiet.

Back when my body saw its sudden, drastic change that morning, I felt guilty that girls liked me for it. It was something I’d been given out of nowhere. It wasn’t me in any way. But now, after months and months of hard work, I could finally claim this body as a result of my own efforts. My arms and shoulders were thicker and stronger than they were before, and so were my legs. My abs and chest were toned, the muscle definitions clear, yet I was able to stay away from gaining too much muscle mass that would leave me with a weird balance. That was all thanks to the advice of Mr. Carlos and the trainers at the gym.

Diana suddenly shook her head to break herself out of her trance, again. She cleared her throat and pressed her breasts together even harder against me, then began to pump again, this time rising and falling along with her tits.

“How is it?” she asked, trying not to look too flustered.

“Very good. Your boobs are so soft.”

Not only did it feel very nice, but the sight was amazing. In fact, the thing about titjobs is that they look a lot nicer than they feel. Diana’s breasts looked about the same size as Grace’s or Alice’s, or perhaps a bit bigger since Diana was a lot taller. They managed to squeeze my dick really well, but even as big as they were, the tip and a bit more still popped out from between whenever she pushed them down.

Diana stopped moving, keeping her breasts on my cock, then lowered her head to lick the tip. I sucked in a breath, again keeping quiet and letting her do what she wanted. She wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, sucked hard and twirled her tongue on it while she moved her tits.

I threw my head back. That definitely made it feel a lot better. Diana kept at it, wordlessly making my head spin with pleasure and looking like a goddess while doing it.

“I’m… I’m close…” I warned her.

She looked up at me, straight in the eyes, and while she rolled her tongue around my cock, she asked me, “Do you want me to swallow?”

I could’ve burst right there and then, but I held it in. “Yeah…”

She wrapped her lips on my cock again, sucking and licking and squeezing me with her breasts until I came inside her mouth. It was my first of the day, but that wasn’t the only reason this climax felt so powerful.

I watched in stunned awe as Diana gulped down my cum. Her throat swelled as she swallowed once, twice, thrice. She let go of her breasts and began to lick my still hard dick, cleaning it up and drinking even the leftovers.

She licked her glistening lips, pulled away and stood up. She undid the button of her jeans and pushed them down little by little. Left, right, left, right. Her panties matched her bra, lacy black, which made it harder to notice how drenched they were, but the drops of her fluids running down her thighs gave her away.

Diana extended her hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom?”

I took her hand and let her lead me there.

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Chapter 395: A thorough taste.

I kicked my pants and boxers aside the moment we entered her bedroom. We fell on her double bed, this time with me on top. I devoured her mouth with deep kisses she eagerly welcomed.

Our naked bodies rubbed together, her soft breasts and hard nipples in particular felt wonderful against my chest. Diana hooked a leg behind me, moaning in that placid, blissful tone I was starting to become familiar with.

“That felt fucking amazing,” I told her, gasping for air yet still kissing her cheeks, her jaw and her chin. 

“Mmm… That’s a relief. I liked doing it.” She held my face and looked at me with such intense bedroom eyes I could feel my cock throbbing. “Not to mention you taste heavenly. Your lips, your cock, your cum…” She licked my lips sloppily for emphasis.

“Hmm. I want to say the same, but…” I shot her a teasing grin. “There’s an important place I have yet to taste.” I moved my hand between her legs, and even through her panties, my fingers got drenched with her juices, her thighs sticky with them as well.

Diana bit her lip and sucked in a breath of anticipation. “Help yourself, then. Taste as much as you like.”

I slid down her body, planting kisses on her along the way. Her neck, her cleavage, her nipples, her stomach… Until I reached her crotch. I gave her sticky thighs the gentlest push and Diana spread them wide for me.

I saw her reaching for her panties, ready to lower them, but I moved first. I gave her pussy a hard lick through her soaked, black lace panties.

“Mmmm!!!” A jolt of pleasure hit her, one stronger than I anticipated. Her legs and hips tensed up and her back arched for a brief moment before she came back down. “A… A bit more like that,” she swallowed, “please…!”

I smirked and did it again, licking her panties right where her pussy was. Then I pressed my lips against it and blew hot air on them.

“Haah…! Ahaha…! Mmmm…” Diana moaned and giggled, her hips twitching. I took a guess on where her clit was, following a combination of experience and the instincts that had never led me astray, and I began to suck and lick there.

“Ooooh! Hnng, fuck! There! There, there, there!” Diana whimpered softly, holding my head to keep it in place. And if there’s something I’ve learned in these last months, is that when a woman says there, you fucking stay there.

I sucked and moved my tongue over that specific spot. Diana grabbed her bed covers and held them tightly, not quite pulling on them. She began to moan less, but her breathing became heavier and louder. Without stopping what I was doing, I glanced up at her. I… could barely see Diana’s face behind her heaving breasts, even as they sagged to the sides.

…Fuck, she was SO hot. And thinking that I was eating her pussy (kind of) only two days after properly meeting her… Well, it was the sort of thing that briefly made me believe there was nothing I couldn’t do.

Diana swallowed and muttered my name. “O-Oliver…! T-Take them off! Do it directly…!”

I didn’t wait a second. I pulled down her panties, seeing threads of juices sticking to them and breaking the further down I pulled. I tossed them to the side and dove in again, this time tasting Diana’s naked pussy.

“Yes…!” she gasped. “Mmmm! Haaaah!”

It was a beautiful pussy. Shaved, pink, puffy and flowing like a river. I worked my tongue on it with that mix of selfishness and selflessness. I wanted to give Diana all the pleasure I was capable of giving, while at the same time greedily savoring her and drinking her juices like a madman overcome by lust… which I admittedly was.

It didn’t take me long to let her reach her climax. Once more, her hips rose as her back arched, this time spasming with greater intensity. She kept her lips shut, yet moans and whimpers escaped her nonetheless. Even when her hips came down, she was still twitching and catching her breath. Her face was flustered, her eyes closed, and her body writhed as shivers kept running through her from head to toe.

Diana spoke between deep breaths, covering her eyes with her arm. “Give me… Give me a moment… Please…” 

I smiled. “Yeah, of course.” My cock was throbbing with desire, but I could wait a bit more. And it was thinking that that made me remember something. “Oh. Um… I’ll be right back.”

Diana nodded wordlessly, and while she rested I went back to the living room to look for something in my backpack. Can you guess what it is? Yep. Condoms.

I’ll be honest, I don’t like them. The extra large are the only ones that fit, and even then they feel a bit too tight. On top of that, there was something more… primal that made me dislike them. Knowing what I did now, it likely had to do with Frey’s influence, but having sex with a condom on felt like taking a bath with socks on. Still, I didn’t know if Diana was on any sort of birth control. If she ended up getting pregnant… I could never face my mother again, which wouldn’t be too big an issue because she would fucking murder me. So yeah, condoms would have to do the work.

On a very different note… Walking around naked inside someone else’s house… and on the very first visit… It felt so damn weird. And funnily enough, it wasn’t the first time it happened.