My Friday morning kicked off with the sun streaming through the windows, warming my skin as I rolled out my yoga mat in the living room. At 20, with my raven black hair tied back in a messy ponytail and my brown eyes locked on my reflection in the mirror, I felt alive. I'm only 5'2", but my 32D boobs strained against my tight sports bra, begging to be freed. "Time to get flexible, Sienna," I whispered to myself, my voice husky with the remnants of last night's dreams—wet ones that left me aching.
I started with downward dog, my ass high in the air, feeling the stretch in my hamstrings. My pussy throbbed lightly under my yoga pants, a reminder of how long it'd been since I'd let loose. As I flowed into warrior pose, I imagined hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto a thick cock. "Fuck, that feels good," I muttered, my breath quickening. By the time I hit pigeon pose, my nipples were hard peaks against the fabric, and I could feel a slickness building between my thighs. I stripped off my bra, letting my boobs bounce free, the cool air making me shiver. "Who needs a partner when I can do this myself?" I giggled, my fingers tracing the outline of my hardening clit through my pants.
Two hours in, I was a sweaty mess, my body more limber than ever. I bent forward in a deep forward fold, my fingers touching my toes easily now. "Mmm, imagine if I could reach even further," I teased myself aloud, my voice echoing in the empty house. The thought of licking my own pussy flashed through my mind, making me gasp. I ended the session with a full split, my legs splayed wide, and ground my hips against the mat, imagining a tongue lapping at my folds. "God, I'm so fucking wet already," I panted, my hands squeezing my boobs, pinching the nipples until they stung.
By afternoon, the heat had me stripping naked and heading to the pool. The water glistened under the sun, and I dove in, my raven black hair fanning out like ink in the blue. Naked and free, my 32D boobs floated on the surface, nipples pebbling from the chill. I swam laps, the water caressing my skin, but it wasn't long before the friction against my clit had me hornier than ever. "Shit, this feels too good," I moaned, treading water as I let my hands wander. My fingers slipped between my legs, parting my pussy lips under the water. The cool liquid made every touch electric, and I started rubbing my clit in slow circles, my other hand tweaking a nipple.
"Fuck yes, just like that," I whispered to myself, my brown eyes fluttering shut. The horniness built like a storm, my body craving more. I swam to the edge, propping myself up on the side, and spread my legs wide. Water lapped at my cunt as I plunged two fingers inside, pumping them hard and fast. "Oh, God, yes! Finger that tight little pussy," I urged myself, my voice echoing off the pool walls. Juices mixed with chlorine, making everything slippery. I added a third finger, stretching myself, feeling my walls clench around them. "I'm going to cum so hard," I groaned, my free hand slapping my tit, the sting sending shocks to my core.
It didn't take long. My body tensed, and I squirted into the water, a gush that made waves ripple out. "Holy fuck!" I screamed, my toes curling as I rode the orgasm, my fingers still thrusting. But it wasn't enough. I pulled myself out, dripping wet, and lay on the pool deck, spreading my legs to the sun. "More, I need more," I begged the empty air, rubbing my swollen clit until another squirt arced out, soaking the concrete.
Dinner was a blur—a quick salad I barely tasted because my mind was already racing to the couch. Night fell, and I settled in with my laptop and pulled up my favourite porn site. The video was a hardcore gangbang, women getting pounded mercilessly, and it had my pussy dripping before the first minute. "Look at them take those cocks," I murmured, my hand slipping into my shorts. I was naked in seconds, legs spread on the couch, my raven black hair falling over my face as I watched.
I started slow, circling my clit with one finger, but it quickly escalated. "Fuck, I'm so horny," I gasped, plunging two fingers deep into my soaking cunt. I fucked myself hard, my palm slapping against my lips with each thrust. "Deeper, harder—take it, you slut," I commanded myself, my brown eyes glued to the screen where a woman was getting face-fucked. My other hand squeezed my 32D boobs, pinching and twisting the nipples until they were red and throbbing.
The filth poured out of me. "Yes, finger that pussy like it's getting wrecked," I moaned, adding a third finger and curling them to hit my G-spot. Juices squirted out with every pump, soaking the couch cushions. I was a mess, my body arching as I rammed my fingers in faster, deeper. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" I wailed, my pussy clamping down as a massive squirt exploded, drenching my hand and thighs. I kept going, not stopping, riding wave after wave until I collapsed, panting and covered in my own mess. "That was insane," I laughed breathlessly, licking my fingers clean.
Saturday morning, I woke up sticky and craving more. Stretching in bed, my mind wandered to that yoga thought. "I wonder if I can actually lick my own pussy," I pondered aloud, my voice thick with sleep and lust. Intrigued, I grabbed my yoga mat and headed to the floor. Naked as always, I started with stretches, my 32D boobs jiggling with each movement. "Come on, Sienna, you can do this," I encouraged, bending forward in a deep fold.
It took effort, but after a few tries, I contorted my flexible body just right—legs spread wide, torso twisted down. My tongue brushed my clit, and I nearly came on the spot. "Holy shit, I can do it!" I exclaimed, my breath hot against my own folds. For the next two hours, I devoured myself like a starved animal. My tongue lapped at my pussy, tasting my sweet juices, while my fingers plunged in and out. "Mmm, fuck, so good," I mumbled against my clit, vibrations making me shiver.
I fingered myself furiously, three digits stretching my hole as I sucked on my own nub. "Lick that clit, you dirty girl," I ordered, my words muffled. The build-up was intense, and when I came, I aimed my squirt right into my open mouth. "Yes, drink it all!" I groaned, swallowing my own release, the salty tang driving me wild. I didn't stop, licking and fingering through multiple orgasms, my body a quivering mess on the mat.
By Saturday afternoon, I was insatiable. I fucked myself all over the house—on the kitchen counter, bending over the table, even against the bathroom mirror. Each time, I squirted like a fountain. In the kitchen, I gripped the edge of the counter, legs spread, and pounded my pussy with a vibrator I'd stashed away. "Take that cock, you whore," I yelled, imagining it was real. Squirt sprayed across the floor as I came, my boobs bouncing wildly.
In the bedroom, I rode a dildo strapped to the headboard, my ass clapping against it. "Harder, deeper—fuck me!" I screamed, my fingers rubbing my clit until another gush soaked the sheets. By evening, I was exhausted, collapsing on the bed, drained and satisfied. "What a fucking weekend," I sighed, drifting off.
But when I woke, everything changed. I blinked in confusion—gone was my room. Instead, I was in a stark white room, empty and sterile, with walls that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly glow. "What the hell?" I muttered, sitting up. My body still ached from the day's indulgences, my pussy sensitive and raw.
The door creaked open, and in stepped a towering figure—an incubus demon, all rippling muscles, horns curling from his head, and a massive, throbbing cock hanging between his legs. His eyes glowed red as he smirked. "Sienna, you've been chosen," he purred, his voice like velvet laced with venom. "You're in sex prison now, deep in the bowels of hell. Your insatiable lust made you perfect for this—soon, you'll be one of us, a succubus queen."
I scrambled back, my heart racing. "What? No, this can't be real! How do I get out?" I demanded, my voice trembling even as my body betrayed me, growing wet at the sight of him.
He laughed, a dark rumble that echoed. "Oh, you don't. But here's the twist, my little slut—escape isn't through fighting. It's through surrendering. Fuck me, and you might just claim power beyond your wildest dreams. Or resist and suffer eternal torment." He stepped closer, his cock hardening as he eyed my naked form.
How will Sienna get out? What will happen next? Find out in Chapter 2.
