Why had he accepted to come here?

The question popped into John’s head as the bartender ignored him. 

Again. 

He sighed and looked around while waiting for his turn to order. He should have seriously declined his colleagues’ invitation to go out for a drink. Tonight was game night, and the bar was packed with more people than usual. 

An old song from the 80s was playing in the background, but even if he strained his ear, the incessant shouting was too loud to make out the lyrics. In the corner, John could see his co-workers already seated with their drinks, laughing and cheering the game on. He reminded himself that he was there because it was important to have good relationships with his coworkers, but the truth was, he would have preferred to be on his couch with Netflix and a cold beer. 

Seeing that he was coming his way, he waved again to the bartender, who decided - thanks for small miracles! - to finally take his order. A few minutes later, a cold beer slid onto the polished bar top and John slammed a twenty on the counter before grabbing the bottle and turning around.

The cold liquid splashed onto his shirt as someone bumped into him. He was ready to give the man an earful, but he was greeted by the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen. 

“Ohmygod! I’m so sorry!” 

Small hands dabbed at his chest with napkins, but all John could do was stare at the curvy goddess before him. She barely reached his shoulders and was the hottest thing alive. Her black dress was painted over her curves, covering just enough of her ass to pass as decent. Perky breasts, more than a handful, spilled from the bustier, the fabric stretching over them, making his mouth water. Her shiny blonde curls bounced as she shook her head, cursing about how she was a total klutz. 

“Uh..” 

Smooth John, really smooth...

He mentally cursed himself for not being able to make a coherent sentence. In his defense, the bombshell had made him tongue tied and he couldn’t concentrate with the way her hands were stroking him. He cleared his throat and tried again. 

“It’s - hm, it’s OK, really. It’s just a little beer, ah, don’t worry.” 

The curvy goddess paused, resting her hands against his chest, and tilted her head up. Worried eyes looked at him, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. The green of her eyes reminded him of emerald, with flecks of gold shimmering in their depths. Her full lips were painted a hot pink, and it took all his restraint not to kiss her right here and now. 

“I am so, so, sorry!” She smoothed down his soaked shirt, her lithe fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake, making him shiver. 

“It’s always the same when I wear these shoes!” She rolled her eyes and gestured to her feet. “I mean they’re beautiful - they’re Manolo Blahnik, you know. I got them on sale a few months ago. Not that they weren’t expensive, even on sale, but I thought Candy you need to have these heels, you’ll eat instant noodles if you have to, but they’re made for you! Because really, aren’t they the cutest things in the world?”

She grabbed his bicep for support and stretched a toned leg to reveal a pair of shiny silver strappy shoes with killer heels. He could hear his analytical mind wondering how she could be so petite even in those shoes, but his reptilian brain was louder, demanding that he undress her right away, and he could only gulp as arousal coursed through him. 

“Ah, it’s a secret, but...” Candy leaned over him, her spicy scent wafting through his nostrils, making his cock twitch in his pants. She looked left and right before whispering. “Maybe I have a shoe addiction, you know...?” John nodded, captivated by her soft, sensual voice. She straightened, and he missed the warmth of her hot body against him.

Wolf whistles pulled him from his daydream, and he snapped his head up. He could see his coworkers whistling at him, cheering with their glasses in the air. The tip of his ears started to redden under the scrutiny. Soft giggles reached his ears, small tinkling bells making him shiver from head to toe.

“These are your friends?” Mischief gleamed in Candy’s eyes, and once again, John found himself drawn to their depths, mesmerized by the golden flecks dancing in the bar light. He let his eyes wander slowly, from her eyes to her full pink lips, his cock twitching against his pants as he watched the cute tip of her tongue come out and wet those lips. Images of her in front of him, wearing nothing but her pink lips, flashed through his mind, almost making him moan.

She giggled as she watched his friends’ antics at their table. John dug the tips of his fingernails into his palm to control himself, while his other hand wrapped tightly around the beer bottle. He took a deep breath, but cursed himself when Candy’s sweet scent reached his nostrils, making him dizzy and aroused.

He watched her wave to his friends and jealousy shot through him. He knew he didn’t know her, but even so, he couldn’t stop the possessiveness from surging through his body, making his blood boil. Delicate fingers reached out to take his free hand, curled into a fist now, and he found he could breathe again. He stared fascinated at their intertwined fingers as Candy guided him through the crowded bar with ease.

“—want to stay with us, baby?”

John hadn’t realised they were in front of the table as his head snapped up, and he glared at Paul, the marketing jerk. All the guys had their eyes on Candy, and he could see the lingering glances of the other customers at Candy’s beautiful figure. In his foggy mind, he could imagine how they all wanted to fuck her, spread her legs and—

A soft body pressed against him and he instinctively grabbed Candy by the waist, pulling her towards him. She was his, damn it! 

“Thanks guys,” as she flashed a bright smile, “but we were just here to say goodbye!” Her soft fingers caressed John’s skin, creating goosebumps as they trailed off. He could hear Candy chatting to his colleagues, but the words didn’t register as he desperately tried to readjust himself. 

“—Bye guys!”

Candy didn’t wait a single second, and before John could even react, she waved to the table and guided him out of the bar like a lost puppy. All thoughts of his colleagues left his mind as he watched her ass sway back and forth as they made their way through the bar and into the cool night.

She turned and snapped her fingers at the exact moment John realized he was still staring at her ass.

“I—Huh—That’s—” His mouth was dry, the words getting lost in his foggy brain. It didn’t help that she was flashing him one of her killer smiles, causing his knees to buckle and his cock to swell even more—how he hadn’t burst like a teenager in his pants yet was one of life’s great mysteries.

“Is your place close enough?” She stepped closer to him, running a finger across his chest. “Or you know, there’s a little hotel just down the street...” She made a pause for the words to sink into John’s mind, as she gave him a cheeky wink.

“Hotel...!”

The bombshell’s laughter wrapped around him like silk. His mind cleared just enough to rush down the street, desperate to find said hotel. A distant part of his brain was screaming at him to slow down, but it seemed like his cock was calling the shots - although Candy didn’t seem to have any trouble keeping up with him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the concrete.

They came to an abrupt stop in front of the hotel, and John’s mind cleared just enough to open the door for her. He couldn’t hide the smile on his face as she slipped into the lobby with a small laugh. The grin turned into a scowl as soon as they headed to the front desk, the clerk not bothering to hide his leering gaze.

Candy pressed herself against him and let her fingers wander over his cock, massaging it through his pants. It took all his self-control not to cum on the spot. She smiled sweetly at the clerk, who was too busy checking out her breasts to notice what she was doing. An arousal like he’d never experienced before made his blood rush south, his cock swelling even more. He was going to die in the lobby if the guy didn’t speed up. 

John grabbed a bunch of twenties and slammed them down on the counter with more force than he’d intended. It was probably more than the room rate, but he didn’t care. The clerk flinched and hurried to hand him the key. John put it in his front pocket and rushed the gorgeous woman next to him to the elevator. 

He had time to see the employee checking out Candy’s ass before the doors closed. She turned around in his arms, giggling. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in him.”

She licked her lips and pinned him against the wall. He widened his eyes in surprise when she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. 

“I saw how you tried not to look at them in the bar. Go ahead. Touch them. You know you want to.” 

She pushed her chest forward, encouraging him and he couldn’t stop his hands even if he wanted to. John groaned as he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra under her dress. The creamy skin on display was smooth under his fingers and he could feel her nipples harden under his touch.

“They feel so good in your hands. You don’t want to stop, do you? So soft and warm. You want to touch them. And every time you squeeze them, you can feel your dick swelling more and more. Harder and harder every time you feel your fingers graze my nipples. So hard for me.”

The ding of the elevator brought John out of the lustful haze that clouded his brain. Candy giggled as she took his hand and guided him to the room. She took the key from his front pocket and squeezed his cock as she did so. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips. 

Candy opened the door and beckoned him in with a finger and a mischievous smile. John hurriedly closed the door behind him. She swayed her hips with a slow, sensual step as she entered the bedroom. The clumsy woman from the bar was gone. This creature in front of him was a temptress, with a body made for sin. He almost swallowed his tongue when she stripped off her dress, keeping only her heels. 

She wasn’t wearing any panties either.

She began to undulate, dancing to a rhythm only she could hear as she caressed his body. She never looked away, staring at him with her bright eyes. Every movement of her hips hypnotized him, making him want to grab hold of her and thrust into her like a caveman, but he found himself rooted to the spot. Her long blonde curls bounced with every movement, caressing the curve of her breasts. He wanted nothing more than to catch the silky curls in a fist as he took her from behind. 

“That’s it. Look at me. You don’t want to move, do you? You don’t want to look away.” She took her breasts and flicked her hard nipples between her fingers. “I want you to imagine your mouth sucking on them. Your tongue swirling around my nipples. And it makes you so aroused. So needy. Imagine sliding your cock between them...” 

She looked at him with a smile and slid a finger seductively between her breasts before pressing them together. He desperately wanted to touch himself, to relieve the pressure in his pants, his cock hard as steel, but his limbs felt so heavy he couldn’t move. 

“That’s it. Imagine you’re fucking my tits. Can you do that for me?” His breathing was ragged and his hips involuntarily bucked. Her smile widened. “Yes, exactly like that. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Your cock wants to fuck me. You don’t need to think. It’s so good to have all your thoughts leave your brain and let your cock do the thinking for you. All you need to do is focus on the pleasure. So much pleasure when you’re not thinking.”

The curvy goddess got down on all fours and crawled toward him. Her round ass swayed rhythmically, holding his gaze captive. John’s eyes were glassy, feverish with lust. Nothing mattered but Her. The world had dimmed around him until She was all he could see. 

“Hmmm... So hard for me.” 

The click of his belt resonated through the room. She pulled down his pants and hummed her appreciation, before licking the wet spot on his boxers. 

“You taste so good... I knew you were perfect.” 

She stripped him naked before swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. 

“Please...” 

John was about to lose his mind. 

“Uh uh, not now.” Silky hands stroked him deftly, making him squirm with need. “It’s so hard to think. Let your brain go blank. So empty. Let your cock think for you. Your cock is in control now. And your cock wants to obey me.”

The arousal and need flooded into his bloodstream, making his cock harder. "The more pleasure you feel, the more your cock wants to submit. You don’t want to move. It feels so good to obey. Such a good obedient boy for me."

Her hot mouth slid over his cock, taking him all the way down. Sexual energy like he’d never known coiled in his belly, making his abs contract and black dots dance in his vision. She bobbed her head up and down, massaging his balls with her small palm. She released his cock with a pop and used her tongue to lick it with long, firm strokes. 

“Look at me.” 

She used one hand to slowly stroke him while the other cupped his balls. His head lolled down as he looked into her captivating eyes.

“I am your Goddess now. You live to obey me. You realize now that your purpose in life is to please me. Your pleasure is mine. Your body is mine to use. You will not cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?” 

She ran a fingernail over the sensitive skin under the head of his cock. John’s eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure. 

“Yes... Goddess...”

She purred in approval. 

“Good boy. Now go lie down on the bed and don’t move.” 

John was eager to obey his Goddess. He couldn’t wait to please Her, to obey Her every command. As soon as he was in place, she crawled onto the bed and impaled herself on his cock. Both moaned in delight. The world was reduced to the wet heat of her pussy and Her order was all it took to keep him from shooting his load right here. 

“You know, I’m kind of sad to do this... You’re really cute.” She circled her hips, rubbing herself against him. Resting her hands on his chest, she began to move up and down. Her breasts bounced rhythmically and John’s eyes were locked on her. “But really, it’s nothing personal. I need to feed and I was sure you were the perfect candidate for tonight.”

She scratched his chest, leaving angry red marks from her painted nails. The bright pink contrasted with John’s olive skin. He lay there, his body loose and limp, but his cock was rock hard. All he could see was Her. The Goddess riding him, with her loose golden hair and pink lips, the lipstick smeared around her mouth after the blow job she’d given him, like a blooming flower. Her green eyes held him in place in their thrall. 

She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her skin glowed and her perfect cheekbones had a pale pink blush. Everything about Her was perfect. She was Eve. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he would never want anyone else now. 

She smiled and picked up the pace. The friction was so intense that he couldn’t suppress a groan. He wanted to meet Her thrust for thrust, but his body no longer obeyed him. Not that he cared. He would do anything to please his Goddess. She could take anything she wanted from him. His seed. His energy. His free will. He was Hers. There was no going back. 

The Goddess licked her lips, a slight smile forming on the corners of her mouth. “You have no idea what it was like years ago. It’s so easy now. All you have to do is go to a bar, show a lot of cleavage and legs and men will fall at your feet.” She reached over and bit his nipple, then licked the nub, sending a wave of pleasure through his whole body. Adoration glowed in his hooded eyes, his thoughts melting like butter. She was perfection. He could see it now.

“Well, to be honest, a cleavage has always worked, no matter the era.” She laughed, and it was the most perfect sound in the world. He wanted to tell Her how much he loved her, how much he needed Her, how much he would do anything for Her. She began to fondle her own breasts, kneading the white globes. Her dusty pink nipples called to him, and he wanted to suck on them until the end of time. Still, he could only watch, hoping the Goddess would let him satisfy Her.  Drool pooled in the corner of his mouth as he thought about pleasing his Goddess and drinking Her essence.

“But it was hard back then. It was difficult enough to get a meal, but you could be burned if you didn’t pick the right man or if you were caught. I escaped the fire once, and let me tell you, it’s not something I want to go through again. Modern days are so much better!”

Candy lifted herself up, and he groaned at the loss. She crawled on top of him and turned, putting her pussy right over his face as she faced his cock. His view of the world was reduced to the nectar dripping down his face and the soft blond curls brushing against him. He whimpered as she sucked on his cock like a lollipop and released him with a loud pop.

“Now it’s so easy. All you have to do is swipe right, put on a mini dress and fuck-me heels and the men are all eating out of your palm. A long time ago, I would have had to kill you to fully satisfy me because I could go days without eating, but now...” She took him in Her silky hands, fondling him with skill. “Now I just have to do it every few days, so no need to kill anyone. Which, let me tell you, was pretty messy. Now I can even get a new man every night if I want to.” She stroked his balls, massaging him, and moved Her fingers to trace his asshole. ”I’ll make it as good for you as it was for all the other ones.” 

His Goddess’ fingers probed him, massaging his tight hole, and his muscles welcomed Her and his body responded to Her touch like magic. She added another finger as smoothly as the first.

“Of course, you won’t remember anything when I’m done with you. You’ll go home feeling properly fucked and drained...” She nuzzled his cock, Her warm breath against his skin. “I will feed off your sexual energy. I’ll feed off your cum. Because you’re going to be a good boy and cum so hard for me. You’re allowed to cum but only when I’ll take you deep in my throat.”

She worked her fingers in and out, and he nearly cum on the spot as She hit his prostate. His mind was blank, the raw pleasure keeping him from focusing on anything but Her mouth on his cock and Her fingers in his ass. His balls tightened as she continued to massage his prostate, driving the pleasure higher and higher, burning desire spreading through his veins like wildfire.

The Goddess started to bob her head up and down, increasing the pressure, and rocking Her pussy against his face. Her spicy smell made his head spin and his mouth salivate. When his cock finally hit the back of Her throat and Her fingers bumped against his prostate once more, he exploded. 

Hot, thick cum flowed down Her silken throat, and She moaned as She drank his release greedily. Her fingers continued their massage, and he shot rope after rope of cum as She milked him dry, his orgasm seemingly never ending.

“Hmmm... You’re the best meal I’ve had in a very long time.” 

John felt a weight lift off of him and the bed shift, but his eyes remained closed. A heavy wave of exhaustion had slammed over his body, making him slump a little more into the bed. 

“You’ve been a very good boy.” His ego swelled at the praise. He wanted to move, but his body no longer responded. “Don’t struggle. It feels good to slip into the darkness. So sleepy for me.”

Small hands took his larger one, and he felt cold plastic against his thumb finger for a brief second. 

“I want you to listen carefully.” Soft hands stroked his hair, and he felt his consciousness slip away. “When you wake up, you will have no memory of what happened. You’ll only remember having the best sex of your life, but you won’t remember exactly what we did, or my name, nor my face.” 

The voice was like a gentle lullaby, luring him into a dreamless sleep. He wanted to open his eyes, but the call of sleep was too strong for him to resist. 

“I don’t normally do this, but... I like you.” Small giggles echoed in his ears. “If you ever feel sexually frustrated, you’ll text me. You won’t know why you feel compelled to text me, but it will feel the most natural thing in the world. I put the number on your phone. Look for Candy. You’ll text me I’m a good boy and I’ll take care of the rest. And you feel so good knowing you don’t have to think at all.” 

He wanted to nod, but everything was sluggish. 

“Now you’re going to sleep. A deep, mindless sleep. Fall into the darkness. Let it swirl around you, wrap itself around you like a blanket. So sleepy for me. You will fall deeper and deeper into the darkness. It’s time for my good boy to relax and rest. Sleep.”

As the darkness wrapped around him and his brain shut down, John sighed as a feather-light kiss grazed his lips, before he gave in to the peaceful, mindless sleep his body desperately needed.