all over (her body)

Another weekend another night at the club.

While not the cheapest way to enjoy your time (it's easier to avoid looking at your bank statement) it's certainly one of the best. The town around this club being particularly barren and empty in the form of entertainment options, its the club or playing chess.

You –like many other people– had became a regular, the third booth on the left where you spend most of your time. The leather burnt and damaged on the edges, the way it was indented on the left middle cushion. You could recall it all, same with people. Several faces come in, some only once, other's here just as much as you.

Choerry was one of the latter.

Her presence was known immediately, the rooms energy changes when she walks in. Always sharp, sweet, seductive. Gets a few drinks bought by loners who think they have a shot at getting lucky, and it always ends up in heartbreak for them.

She had beckoned you away from your usual spot, luring you to the wall left of the dance floor. The club was awfully busy today, all sat down on the booths. The song playing was fucking awful. Garbage, but it was starting to be tuned out by Choerry.

"Heya." She said, holding the drink you bought her to her usual order. 'Love Cherry Potion' she called it. Her leg was hoisted on the wall, looking as effortlessly beautiful and casual like usual.

"Hey, so how's it going tonight?" You asked, taking a sip of the cocktail of your own. Down to an absolute science, all your favourites carefully balanced and pronounced. (the modest tip every payday helps.)

"Usual, got off work and came here." She sighed, pouting slightly as she looked at you. "But the free drinks are always nice."

She looked very dressed up, implying that she probably took a rather large detour to make herself look as lethal as usual. From the rough leather shorts that hid the majority of the fishnets that clung sinfully to her lower thighs. All the way to the black overly decorated crop top, letting you mentally feast on her toned stomach.

"Ay! Who said that drink was free?" You jabbed, Choerry let out an exasperated noise, dramatically putting her head against the wall.

"Shush, what's your plan after this?"

"Depends on the rest of the night, it's still young, can't rule anything out." You fumbled with your phone, double checking to make sure no obligations would potentially steal the freedom the night provides.

"I see, that's good to know." She smirked, adjusting her shirt, letting a bit more skin show for just a second.

"You? Got any?" You parroted, curious about her.

"Same as you, can't rule out any potential fun, that'd be stupid."

You nodded.

The song changed, you recognised it. Very popular, suddenly the entire room started to fill up with people, even ones from in the VIP lounge. The entire venue getting replaced by a swarm of people.

They didn't care who was in the way, pushing and shoving to make space to drunkenly dance to the sound of the beat.

That lack of care put you and Choerry in a compromising position, your body shoved right into hers. Pressing against each other with no way out, completely swarmed.

"S-sorry." You apologised, the proximity making you breathe in Choerry's perfume. A mix of fruity and floral, disarmingly addictive.

"Don't be. There's nowhere else you can go." She whispered, that much was true.

Another shove.

"Ah!" She yelped, your drink was spilled. Money going down the drain and dripping off Choerry's stomach.

"Sorry, again."

"Stop apologising honey, it's okay. Look." Your mouth went dry, her finger grabbing the pooling liquid, licking every inch of her finger. Taking it between her lips.

Removing it with a pop.

Fuck.

Choerry took shameless advantage of how borderline close you two were, leaning over into your ear. "I think there's something else you could give me..."

You bit down the nerves forming in your heart, pounding heavily in your ears akin to the bass of the music.

"Oh yeah?" You asked, each word covered in anxious saliva, making you sound borderline pathetic.

"Yeah.." Choerry's free hand stroked your hair, messing with you. "It's sticky, white and can be shot all over me."

You gulped down the thick spit trapped in your mouth.

"Jesus..."

She giggled.

You were painfully hard, her words, her perfume, her actions. It made you strain violently against your clothes. Clothed erection pushing against Choerry's bare thigh.

And she noticed, of course she noticed.

There was no space to hide.

She lifted her leg, giving you a small ounce of pleasure. Making you gasp.

"Seems like you want me... You can have me, most of me." She purred, leaving open mouth, tiny kisses on your earlobe.

"Most?"

"Every ounce of my body, just not my pussy, not safe and I hate condoms. Trust me though, I'm very skilled with the rest of my body, you'll be begging me for more." Choerry's palm went lower, giving your cock more attention, letting you gasp shakily.

Well the prospect of not fucking her was the travesty of the century, with how nice the rest of her borderline godlike body looked... It was hard to find any objections.

"God, please..." You moaned shakily, remembering you were in a public place. Nobody was watching, but you still felt exposed.

"That's what I like to hear... good. I think the crowd will disperse soon, then I'll take you back to my apartment." She promised, lowering her mouth to your neck. Leaving sloppy kisses.

She's fucking lethal.

Choerry shoved you down into her sofa, the cushion softening the force you landed with. She sat to the side of you, directly making eye contact, grabbing onto your face with animalistic hunger. She wasn't shy to take the lead, a feverish hunger motivating every slight action.

The two of you were inches away from each other, lips just barely touching. Brushing against each other, breathing in her oxygen. After a faint moment her teeth sunk softly into your bottom lip, making you gasp, Choerry's tongue took advantage of the situation. Sliding inside the cavern of your mouth, exploring every inch.

The alcohol she drank flooded in, the taste mingling with the natural taste of her breath. It was almost fucking addictive. Choerry pulled away unfortunately, breathing heavily after the makeout session. "Wow, you are a good kisser."

She didn't give you a second to reply, fighting with the clothes that hid your cock. Getting rid of your trousers with relative ease, throwing them on her carpet just next to your discarded shoes.

Now you were sat there, throbbing in Choerry's cold hand. "I knew you'd be perfect, but wow."

Choerry stayed fully dressed, from the cap to the boots, reclaiming her previous position next to you. "Going to stroke this big cock till you shoot your sticky load onto me. You want that right? To give me what I want?" She slurred her words, turning on the charm.

"Yes, god. Please." You gasped, Choerry gave a beaming smile. Lowering her face low enough to dribble the thick transparent saliva out her lips, falling down onto your tip. Her hand rubbed it in, massaging the spit into your entire shaft. Spitting a second coat to get your cock fully lathered in her.

"You are so warm in my hand, such a nice cock. I'll treat you so good tonight." Choerry stole your lips in yet another kiss. Lips smacking against each other in lustful bliss. Her hand stroked slowly, applying a firm and delightful pleasure. Choerry's grip was tight, hand squeezed around your slick cock.

You two kept up the intense makeout session, the awkward position was made all worth it when Choerry's second hand reached around to your balls. The dual pleasure made you fuck her hand, bucking up for more.

You had to pull away to breathe, getting a view of how Choerry was stroking your cock. So insistent and perfect, she struggled to take it all in her small hands. But that didn't deter her in the slightest.

"You are getting even bigger..." She praised, "Balls so full of cum, gonna make sure this is all drained on me." It seemed like Choerry was hellbent to make sure that was going to happen. Licking her lips sensually before sitting on your lap, rubbing your cock against the rough fabric of her shorts.

The harsh sensation of her clothes stung delightfully, contrasting with the almost pillowy feeling of her hand. You were throbbing, needy, on the cusp of an intense orgasm. Letting out a wanton string of whines out of your lips. "Fuck, Choerry... I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good, give me my prize. My reward, I want it all!" She sped up, giving it her all to make you explode.

And explode you did.

You shuddered as spurt as spurt of your thick cum shot into the sky, landing onto Choerry's stomach, shirt and her shorts. A stray shot catching her on the chin. Your white seed pooling on the fabric, which darkened where your cum landed.

She smirked when your orgasm stopped, standing up so you could admire how messy she was, outfit defiled in a cum that wasn't going to get out easily. Your presence was going to forever be in those fabrics. "Mmh, that's a nice load. Though I want more."

She parroted her earlier action in the club, this time putting on a private show. Sticking her tongue out, sliding her finger through the cream that pooled on her chest and belly button. Depositing it down on her tongue, swallowing it with a hum. "Tasty."

"Fucking hell Choerry, you are insane." A part of your soul was drained. a weaker man, who was wanting more.

Just like her.

"You haven't seen anything. Stay there for me." Choerry sauntered off into the next room, coming back a few moments later with a small transparent bottle. Depleted down to approximately 60% at a glance. Choerry got closer, offering you the bottle.

"What do you want me to do with this?" You asked, the bottle was slightly sticky, hm.

"I said every part, take my boots off and you'll see what I can do." The prospect was exciting, you two swapped positions. Choerry sitting down on the sofa while you fell to your knees, they were so over-complicated and unreadable. You stared at them in disbelief, not even knowing where to begin.

She sighed, bordering on a whine. "The zip's at the back, hurry up!" Now you could see it, unzipping the boot as it deflated in size, allowing you to easily pull it off. It joined the rest of the pile, revealing her equally dark sock. Then you repeated the process.

"There you go. Continue." She watched with intent, you wanted to mess with her a little bit. Grabbing onto the fabric with your teeth, pulling off the sock slowly, making intense eye contact as her first foot was bare. "Fuck."

Then you moved to the next, same deliberate approach.

Now she was bare, both feet exposed to the elements. The lack of tacky boots a positive. "You want these feet wrapped nice around your cock right? Bet you'd take them in your mouth if I let you." She goaded.

"Yes..." It was a croak, a whimper at best.

"That's what I thought, then lube them up for me." Choerry outstretched them, spreading each toe apart to ensure equal coverage.

You moved quickly, opening the bottle. Letting the transparent, slick and shiny liquid fall into her foot, trailing downwards. Your hand immediately following through, each individual finger rubbing it into her sole. Letting it become nice and slick, shining in the artificial yellow light of her apartment.

The process repeated, Choerry letting out minor affirmations of satisfaction at the massage. "Lay back, going to jerk you off with my feet." She purred, you complied instantaneously. Falling back into the carpet.

She was a tease, ghosting your cock with her left foot, occasionally blessing you with the tiniest contact. "You look so mesmerized by my feet, you are going to cum all over them." That she promised, can't really object to such a desire.

There was absolutely no doubt about it.

Choerry was a cumslut.

But that's perfectly fine with you.

She looks good marked by your filth.

And she'll look better covered in more.

Finally she relented, trapping your cock between her feet. Beginning to move up and down, slowly at first. Choerry's soles were soft and undeniably perfect, her hand paling in comparison.

"Choerry, your feet feel so good. Fuck..." You groaned, Choerry gave a grin from the sofa. Speeding up her actions, fucking your cock with her feet. They were pedicured, nails painted purple like her fingers.

"Keep bucking into my feet, fuck them." She instructed.

You did.

Bucking your hips into her comforting feet, a drop of pre-cum beading at the top of your slit. Which was quickly dispelled by one of her toes.

"God damn."

Choerry was moving at a blitz, sliding her feet up and down the walls of your shaft. Struggling to keep you in between her, occasionally completely missing and getting her lube on your thigh.

"Each toe will look so pretty painted in your thick load, give it to me? Give it to Choerry." She ushered, the sheer neediness made you get close.

So close.

The second orgasm loomed, only a few more euphoric moments in her foots embrace. A burning feeling of pleasure filling up in your core for the second time tonight.

"Fuck– I'm going to cum." You groaned.

"Cum! Cum on Choerry's feet." The third person address made everything so much real. Making you bust immediately, ropes of cum flying into the sky and landing all over her toes, in the crevices and on the soles. The orgasm may have been weaker, but not by much, another layer of pearlescent cum painting the smooth canvas she provided.

You laid there, head fuzzy from having even more of your soul sapped away from you. Taking heavy breaths, you needed a moment. Maybe a few more than a moments.

"Good! Look how nice they look." She wiggled her cum covered digits, flaunting your handywork back to you.

She noticed your weakness, sluggishness. "Oh, I thought you'd be able to handle more than two. I'm disappointed." She frowned.

Like hell you were going to tap out in two.

"I'm not done. Just, give me a second." Your voice was broken. Choerry pondered for a second, before getting an idea.

"A second? Sure, I've got an idea. A very good idea."She got off the sofa, unfastening her belt, letting the cum splashed shorts fall into the ground. Getting kicked out under her, revealing Choerry's originally white underwear. Now a dark grey under her arousal, getting off on the cum blanketing her. Her underwear was trapped underneath her fishnets, a pesky obstacle that she was going to need to remove.

And she did just that.

With a fair amount of difficulty, sure.

But after a minute or two, Choerry's hands had successfully gotten rid of it.

Her panties pulled down her legs, a thin layer of grool connecting it to her pussy. She was impossibly wet, folds glistening with a heady arousal. The panties fell to her feet, getting stepped out of.

"Going to ride that face of yours, get it nice and wet." She wasn't asking for permission, Choerry knew she didn't need to. You were already salivating.

She took long, slow steps. Looming over your head, she began to lower herself. Your vision being replaced by something better, her arousal hit your nostrils first. The musky, almost hypnotic sweetness was punchy.

Exciting.

She lowered down onto your tongue, her silky folds grinding against it. Choerry's taste was addictive, you craved more and more from the first drop.

Her moans filled the room as you held Choerry by her thick thighs, bouncing off every object of the apartment. She was loud, whiny. Screaming out praises and swears like nothing else, urging you to keep going.

Your tongue was being used, almost abused by her pace. Her puffy cunt rubbing itself all over your face, not to say you weren't assisting her in that motion.

"Fuck!! You are so good! Oh my god, oh my god." It hadn't even been that long, a few minutes at most. And Choerry was wailing.

"Fuck! Fucking hell..!" She moaned, that spurred you on. Fingers digging into her ass, sliding your tongue into Choerry's hole. Tasting the most delicious of her juices, sticky and abundant. You tongued her sloppy pussy with reckless desire, almost to a fault. Going in and out as Choerry took it all greedily.

She was shaking, thighs contracting, you continued your feasting.

You could tell she was close.

She got even wetter, somehow. You didn't even think it was possible.

Yourr face was messy, Choerry's juices marking you.

"Shit..! I'm– i'm, keep tonguefucking me! Please fuck!" She went tense, exploding all over your face. You rode out her pleasure, ensuring she took it all.

And then she fell back, right into her shorts. Drying cum falling onto her lips.

Choerry didn't take long to recover, in fact before you could even process what had just transpired she was up again. Eying your revitalized erection.

"There we go! Back to life." She ushered you up back onto her sofa, blowing you a kiss. Choerry bent over to your left, leaning over to brush her lips against your tip. This time though, it seemed like she had bigger ideas.

Choerry pressed your nose against the bottom of your shaft, sniffing. "Mmh your cock smells so good." She let out a groan. Treating herself to your scent, maybe she was just a cockslut in general. In every possible facet.

Her lips took one of your balls in her warm mouth, sucking very gently. Stealing a moan out of you, tongue giving licks to your sack. Her eyes looked up at you, staring with those wide pupils. Dark with obvious arousal.

She released you out of her mouth. Running her finger nail up the base of your shaft, a sharp shiver running up your spine. "You still have more cum for me, I want it all!" Choerry gave a long series of kisses all the way from your balls, running up from your walls to the tip. "And I want it now."

She practically swallowed your cock, taking it past her reddened lips. Her warm mouth took it all, leaving it nestled inside without moving.

Her beady eyes looked up at you again, she was waiting for something.

You took a guess.

"Please." You uttered throatily.

She didn't move.

"Please Choerry."

.

.

.

That was what she wanted, to be addressed.

She began to move, sucking your cock with an eagerness that made your head spin. World starting to turn as she bobbed her head up and down on your length.

Your fingers perched into her jet-black hair, acting as an outlet to the extreme pleasure of Choerry's intoxicating mouth. She was quick, obviously excited to stuff your cock down her throat. Lowering herself fully, inch by inch disappearing through her swollen lips.

"Damn, take my cock in your mouth."

She kept going, down and down.

Choerry had a gag reflex, quite a strong one, ejecting your cock from her mouth. "So big, but I'm not going to stop, need it all." She panted, trying again.

"You are doing so well Choerry." You praised her, she beamed. Pushing on, the struggle to take it was evident. Her spit getting everywhere. It's slick warmth falling down your balls.

She kept going, the harsh wretches of her throat didn't deter her. Taking all of your cock. Her nose was pushed up against your crotch, she held it there for as look as she could. Her throat was ecstasy, but it didn't last for very long before she had to breathe.

"Such a good job, took it all so well." You stroked her hair, giving her a kiss. The taste of your cum on her lips.

"Thank you, I could suck your cock all fucking day." Choerry said, but her next actions came as a surprise. She straddled you, grinding her soaked pussy all over the side of your shaft. Letting out small half whimpers.

"Fuck it. You wanna fuck me right? Let me ride that fat cock?" She asked, hovering over your tip.

One word.

One phrase maybe, if you wanted to be more precise.

And you'd get to fuck her.

Eh, ramifications are hindsight.

"Of fucking course."

She smirked.

Then lowered.

The two of you shared a moan, hers were high pitched while yours guttural. Choerry's walls gripped around you greedily, like she didn't want you to leave, it wasn't going to let you. "Ah! You are so big inside me!"

She lowered until you bottomed out, now fully inside Choerry's cunt. warm and stressfully tight, making your head go empty of anything else. Just her, nothing else.

She began to move, lifting herself up and down. She didn't care to be slow, there was enough foreplay, Enough teasing, she just wanted your cock.

And all of it.

She slammed against your cock, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Using your cock, screaming when it hit the right spots. "You'll cum inside me right? Knock me up? Make me a mommy fuck!"

"What?" You groaned, the whiplash making your head turn. She kept up her rhythm. Hands wrapping around your back for support, fucking herself on your cock aggressively.

"Cum inside me, breed me, fuck! Please, I want your cum inside of me! Shit!" She had no shame, didn't need it.

Didn't want it.

What she wanted was obvious, she was moaning it into your ear, she'd been covering herself in it all day.

"Fuck– Choerry, shit." You didn't know how to answer, you barely knew the girl who was begging to be filled. Though her body seemed desperate to wring you dry.

"I feel so full– so good! God!" She was losing herself, head falling onto your shoulder, tapping up and down at the intensity she was riding.

She savoured at how your cock stretched her out, you could imagine how she was covering your shaft with her plentiful juices. All your eyesight could see was darkness, because you couldn't keep them open. She was far too good.

"Yes! Shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming already!" She slowed down, rhythm falling apart when she came undone. Where she stopped you started, keeping the pleasure up. Laying her down against the sofa as you stood up, immediately thrusting back into Choerry's wanting hole.

"Give me more, give me more– until you flood my womb with your cum!" She shouted, laying there as your crotches slammed against each other.

You'll give her what she wants.

Her slick cunt drove you crazy, grabbing onto her hips and thrusting in and out. in and out. Fucking her into the furniture, there was not much time left for you. As much as you hated it, wishing to be inside her for longer. Forever, even.

"Choerry, fuck I'm going to cum." You groaned, Choerry's body was trembling, hands raking into the cushions. A miracle they weren't thrown away into the wind.

"Yes, yes! Cum, cum! Please, breed me! Fill me with your load! Fuck!" She urged you, one final thrust and you came. Pumping her full of your semen, giving Choerry what she wanted.

"It's so warm, fuck." She was obviously satisfied, out of breathe, hair knocked over her eyes. You pulled out, letting the excess cum drip onto the carpet.

"You definitely knocked me up... fuck, thank you."

She got up, legs trembling, Choerry got up far too early, falling into your arms. Whispering in your ear.

"Say, why don't we go into my bedroom? Really make sure I get pregnant?"

What do you have to lose?

Nothing.