A Desperate Proposal [Writing, soft, oral, f/m sex, willing]

[chronoslave]

Hello,

I've been a lurker on here for a while, but never posted anything. So I thought I might post a short story I threw together in a bout of horniness. It's about a same-size-ish pred on pred agreement that turns to something more.

Hope you enjoy it, and apologies for formatting mistakes. I didn't originally write it to share.

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I met Gigi on an onlypreds forum. She had only been a model for two weeks, but was complaining because the prey whom she'd coopted into working with her went and got himself eaten by another pred at a bar downtown. Because of that, she only had one image set available and it was only half way done, as they'd been wanting to tell a story through the images and had just finished the set where she'd just barely coaxed him into removing his clothing for her before he'd met his untimely end.

"You know, if you squint a little bit, he kind of looks like me," I'd said, half joking. "Maybe I could help you finish that set off. It's not like I've got anything going for me right now anyway."

It was true, of course. I'd always considered myself a pred before, but recovering from a layoff and two consecutively bad breakups had left me down in the dumps. I was considering lifestyles I hadn't thought of before, thinking more in the short term, and I was hungry, both for companionship and really any kind of half way decent meal. My rent was coming due and I had bills piling up, and taking the plunge into prey territory, at least pretending to for a lewd consumption site, was looking pretty good right now.

Still, I was surprised with the enthusiastic response she gave, and before I knew it we had exchanged information, made plans, and in the blink of an eye I was standing nervously at the door to a nondescript apartment downtown.

The door opened, and I was greeted by the silhouette of a tall, voluptuous woman who beckoned me into a modest but clean apartment kitchen. In the dim yellow light of the overhead, shadows played across her body like fingers seeking entry into forbidden places, and I could not help but watch the way she moved as she gracefully slipped past me and shut the door behind me, locking it with deadbolt and chain, a playful but predatory smile spreading across her lips.

Gigi was easily 6'6 and built like an Amazon, with wavy auburn hair tied into a loose ponytail that hung down to just brush the dimples of her back. She was dressed in form fitting black, with leggings that were stretched nearly so sheer they could have been stockings as much as they failed to hide, and a tube top that barely concealed her perky nubile breasts and their already hardened tips. She smiled at me again as my eyes traveled across her form, slow and hungry. Eventually, my eyes made my way back up to hers, deep dark pools where I lost myself momentarily before picking what was left of my will back up off the floor. I shuddered, though I'm not sure whether with pleasure or with fear. Then, she spoke, and the spell of our unbroken silence was shattered.

"Hi, I'm Gigi, as you know. And you must be HungryWolf69, right?"

"Y-yeah," I stammered, coming back to myself, "but you can just call me Jeff. Sorry, I came up with that handle back in like 8th grade."

"You know, you really do look like him," she said, turning and heading into what I presumed was the living room. I followed her not at all reluctantly, taking in her aroma as I walked where she existed only moments before. Cinnamon, Musk, and Honey, the combination of which drove me momentarily wild.

"Who?" I barely managed to mutter over my raging libido.

"Him." Gigi gestured over to a shelf on the wall where several pictures sat in stands. Most of them were of her and another, shorter guy with medium length brown hair, clean shaven with something like a swimmer's lithe build. We really did look alike, if you ignored the fact his eyes were brown and not blue, and my shoulders were only slightly broader.

"Was he, uh, a friend of yours, before...?" I shifted awkwardly looking at the photos. How intimate they seemed, not at all like I'd imagine predator and prey to interact.

"Yeah," she picked up a photo and held it gingerly, "We were childhood friends. Never really anything more than that." She paused, "Not until he came out as prey at least. His parents were pretty upset, and he ended up staying over here a lot to avoid them. I was his shoulder to cry on, until one thing led to another. Something came over me, watching him whimper against me one night, the warmth of his body and the shaking just unlocked something predatory in me, and next thing I knew, I had his pants off and he was knees deep down my throat."

"And you didn't eat him then and there?" I sat down on the couch, in part because I was engrossed in the story and in part because my own pants were starting to feel tight hearing her describe that night.

"No, actually. He stopped shaking and went very still, so calm it actually shook me out of whatever it was that had come over me. He looked... resigned. Almost content. If he'd kept struggling I might not have realized what I'd done until he was down and digesting, but that was enough to make me stop."

Gigi sat down next to me on the couch and set the picture face down on the coffee table in front of her. She looked down at me with her big brown eyes and I could see the hungry look in them. She was definitely a predator, and I could tell she wanted me.

"Anyway," she said, suddenly bright where she'd been smolderingly somber moments before, "I spat him right out on the couch, right where you're sitting now, and that's when he asked me to eat him." She paused for a moment, "But," she gestured to the side of her head "he wanted to do it slowly, on camera. A way to thank me by making me a little money, and a way to immortalize himself beyond just giving me a great ass."

"What, really? So this was all his idea?" I shifted on the couch, crossing my leg over to face her. "Then what happened? Why didn't he go through with it?"

"I dunno," Gigi shrugged. "I guess he must have gotten drunk down at the bar and mentioned he was prey, and some lucky pred got him in a moment of weakness." She sighed, "Didn't even text me he was sorry or nothin."

"Well I'm not sorry," I said, leaning forward, "because he missed out big time. Any guy, or girl for that matter, should find it a privilege to be eaten by someone as gorgeous as you are!"

Gigi looked at me from the side and scrunched up her nose, embarrassed. "You are SUCH a flatterer," she squealed, "keep that up and I'll just eat your ass right now!"

"Hey now!" I said, in mock contestation, "if you're going to threaten to eat my ass, at least offer to eat my ass first, if you know what I'm saying."

Gigi rolled her eyes at the pun, but leaned in close over me, close enough I could feel the heat of her breath on my forehead, smell the strawberry flavoring in her lip gloss. Then she bent down and pecked me with a quick kiss on top of my head, saying "Don't move, I'm gonna go grab the camera!"

Oh man, I thought to myself, am I really doing this? Am I really considering letting this, admittedly, goddess of a woman EAT me? The thought of ending it all in one lust filled night of cameras and carnage made my heart race, the anxiety of impending death facing off with the anticipation of orgasmic pleasure. It was too much. My cock throbbed against the seams of my jeans, and I started to unzip, eager to take things into my own hands just to get ahold of myself.

"Oh no you don't!" Gigi waggled her finger at me as she stepped out of her bedroom doorway carrying a digital camera and a tripod. "That's my job now! No unwrapping of presents before we get everything all set up."

"I was just," I stammered, looking to the side, suddenly ashamed I might have disappointed her.

"No excuses necessary, now..." she quickly checked the equipment, pressed her thumb down on something in her hand, and a small red light on the side of the camera blipped on. "NOW, you let ME handle all these zippers and buckles, and you just lean back and enjoy the ride."

Hesitantly, I did as she asked. I took my hands off my partially unfastened belt and placed them to my sides, and she knelt down by the couch, checking her placement with the camera. Then she reached up with both hands and gently unfastened my belt, slowly eased my zipper down, down, down, and peeled away the fabric which had been previously so tightly restraining my member. Then Gigi started into a variety of poses, checking angles and very methodically and mechanically, yet somehow also very sensually, removing my clothes, documenting each step with a click of the camera.

*Click*

My pants came off.

*Click*

My shirt was torn open and discarded.

*Click*

My boxers disappeared, the last bastion of defense of my skin against the cool air of the apartment and the warmth of her skin.

*Click*

I was harder than I'd ever been in my life. My cock throbbed as it bounced off my stomach, pulsing in anticipation. I could see myself, reflected in her eyes, in the camera, body glistening with sweat. I swallowed, hard, my breath quickened, watching her ease her way along my legs tasting my scent until she was nuzzled up against my crotch.

"Do you really want me to eat your ass before I eat your ass?" She said, playfully.

"I mean," I squeaked, voice and mind breaking at the idea, "I always did hope to be coming as I was going, you know."

Gigi's soft laugh was like the tinkling of bells as she nuzzled my cock with her nose and nipped at it with her teeth. She wrapped her arms around my thighs and pulled me up slightly so that my back was arched off the couch, my legs wrapped around her head. She gently nudged my balls out of the way and as I watched, transfixed, her tongue snaked out of her mouth and wrapped itself fully around my member. I was both horrified and mesmerized by it. I knew that many preds had enhancements in this day and age, but I'd never really met anyone with anything, and the idea of a tongue that long wrapped around... placed inside... was mind numbing.

I barely had time to think before the tongue which had pulled around and down so soft and yet so hard on my cock slid away, down my sack, over my taint, and quested, gently pressing, circling, the entrance to my ass.

I'd never received a rim job before, let alone one from a pred with a tongue as long as my forearm. I bucked in response as she tongued the sensitive ring around my ass, lolling in smooth licks and circles. I began to relax, taken in by the sensual massaging of my taint and hole by the ministrations of her soft and supple tongue, and then, a moment of pressure, a slight pinch, and she was inside of me. Like a snake, her tongue pressed forwards in smooth, pulsating rhythm, ever inwards, inch by inch. The pain and the pleasure and the pressure of it was all too much for me, and my bucking nearly sent me off her shoulders and onto the floor.

Gigi tightened her grip on my legs and pressed her tongue even deeper. I realized only now looking down that she could only be about 6 inches in at this point, and there was so much more to go. I could feel her tongue searching, and in a brief moment of clarity, was thankful that I followed her instructions to the letter in cleaning and preparing my body for her. Then more pressure, this time from inside, and my cock, throbbing, untended, began to ooze cum as Gigi milked me from the inside. Her tongue quested deeper, writhing, and my body shuddered and shook once again, this time in sheer pleasure as I was taken by the most full bodied and intense orgasm I'd ever felt in my life. Fireworks seemed to burst in my vision, her moaning and mine swallowed by the roaring rush of blood in my eardrums, and then, in shudders and spurts, I calmed, my legs which had been firmly wrapped around Gigi's head loosening as she withdrew from me.

*Click*

Gigi laid me back down on the couch, face up, careful not to let me spill my seed from my stomach.

She raised her eyes to meet mine and whispered, "Do you want me to swallow your seed?"

I nodded, still yet unable to speak. Gigi then, using her long and supple tongue, slowly lapped up all of the cum that she had milked onto my stomach, careful to conserve every drop, and finished off by wrapping it around and around my cock, moving from base to tip as she cleaned me. At the tip, she lightly kissed me, and looked into my eyes once again.

"Do you want me to swallow your cock?"

Another nod, and then she opened her mouth to take my full length into her willing throat. As much as I had come previously, I was surprised to find myself as hard as I'd ever been, and as she bore down on me over and over I noticed, she wasn't just using her tongue. Somehow she was swallowing as she took me in a motion that was almost milking me while sucking AND licking my member. I was taken again in a shudder of orgasm, and I felt my seed spill into her throat, swallowed with each deep thrust down upon me. And she didn't stop there.

She kept going, worrying the tip of my penis with her tongue even as it slid down her own throat. I went wild with overstimulation. I began to thrash, so she grabbed my arms and legs and held them down, vicelike, while she continued. I went blind with pleasure. I was devoid of thought, lost in a sea of sheer animal passion and stimulation. I couldn't even tell myself to breathe until I came for a third time, no, a fourth time, one right after the other.

Gigi didn't stop then, but she did slow down, easing me out of her throat and coming slowly to a stop as she cleaned me off again with her tongue.

*Click*

Gigi watched me twitch as I watched her there, on her knees on the floor, fully clothed, wiping the smallest bit of cum off her chin and sucking it off her finger. Then she reached over her shoulders, finally removing her top and letting her perfect breasts bounce free. And they were perfect. Round, soft, perky, not even a little sag, their smooth caramel skin tipped with chocolate colored nipples that I would have begged on my knees just to taste once. She smirked at me again, then stood and, turning, deliberately displayed herself to me as she bent over at the waist, sliding her leggings down and away, exposing her heart shaped ass and a hint of her moist, shaven mound.

I reached out my hand and caressed her thigh, massaging her ass with one hand and then the other, moaning at the thought of this treasure as she moaned in response to my touch. I murmured something about returning favors and then plunged my own face into her soft cunt, tasting and questing with my tongue, searching for and encircling her clit as she bent down further to aid me along.

"Naughty boy," she panted between moans, "trying to eat me before I eat you."

"Never..." I said between strokes of my tongue. "I am yours, but I will taste you at least once before you taste me."

At that she growled, grinding back hard against my head, and pushing me, body and head, back against the couch and down. She placed almost her full weight down as she ground her pussy on my face, almost taking away any of my own agency as she sought release against my tongue and nose. I couldn't breathe, but if this was the way I went, I was more than happy to do so. I desperately sought after her sweet honey scented milk with my tongue, happily drinking every drop of it as she came, grinding ever harder against my head. I was nearly spent, basically spasming against her in an attempt to serve her to my very last, when at last, she leaned away and granted me air.

"Holy fuck!" Gigi exclaimed, throwing her hair over her shoulder and turning around to face me. "You don't have much tongue, but you sure know how to use it."

I, having barely survived the last few minutes, could only smile and nod, and as I slid back into a more comfortable sitting position on the couch, Gigi took my cock into her hands once again.

"Still hard, huh? Think you've got enough left in you for one. last. fuck?" The way she said those few words, slow and pointed, struck fear into my heart again, and in moments I knew I was ready, and able.

"Yes ma'am." I said as she straddled herself over me and began to lower herself down.

"Alright, let's do this." My whole body shuddered again as the tip of my cock was swallowed by her wet cunt, and as I slid into her, involuntarily forcing myself deeper and deeper, struggling as if to force my whole body inside her, cock first, I felt like I had finally come home, like I was finally somewhere I belonged. My cock, my body, inside Gigi, in any way I could make that happen. I thrust against her time and time again, and she rode me like an expert cowboy on a bucking bronco, adjusting her hips in time with my thrusts, making the most out of every little movement. I could feel myself coming close to orgasming again, but she leaned down and took my throat in one hand, looked me dead in the eye, and spoke, soft and clear, "Not. Yet."

It was hell. I had to obey, but I was already so close. I held myself off any way I could. I thought of baseball, of that stupid commercial with the sad puppies, I did logarithmic equations in my head, but it was hardly any use. I was going. to...

Gigi released my throat and threw herself back, screaming in ecstasy as her cunt tightened around my member, instantly causing me to come with her. I don't know how long it actually lasted, but it felt like hours before the last of my essence pumped its way into her, and she rolled off of me onto the couch, where I instinctively curled over to lay my head in her lap.

We were both spent. Panting, sweating, gasping for breath. It stayed that way for a while, until things started to calm down and we came back to ourselves. She caressed my hair as I lay there, basking in the moment, until at last, as I drowsed on the edge of sleep...

*Click*

She stopped petting my hair, and placed her finger under my chin, bringing my face up to look at her from below. She had a look in her eye, sultry, pouting, hungry, and I knew my time was up.

"Do you want me to swallow... you?"

I looked her in the eye, swallowed my fear against my rising libido once again, and I nodded.

"Good boy. I'm so. very. very. hungry." she spoke in slow, even tones.

Gigi laid me out naked, sweat glistening, on the couch, and told me not to move unless she said otherwise.

*Click*

She positioned herself down at my feet, opening her mouth wide, but not so much so that she looked even the least bit odd. I felt almost as if I was getting smaller rather than she was opening her mouth wider, as she guided me into her soft, welcoming throat. I felt the slick, warm, wet skin of her tongue travel over me, wrapping my cock in its coils, granting me one last gratifying pleasure as my waist was pulled inside. Gigi flipped me around in her mouth so that I was facing down, her tongue now more easily capable of movement, and I could feel myself engorge and grind against her once again, seeking yet another release. I was half way in now.

*Click*

I came. I came for the last time in my life, and my body knew it. I came harder still than I had yet come before, grinding and bucking in her throat against her tongue, screaming in ecstasy and with the knowledge that this was it. This was the end.

*Click* *Whir* *Click*

The camera completed its shutdown sequence, and Gigi stopped the motions of swallowing me whole. I, halfway down her throat, fully willing to sacrifice myself solely for her pleasure and to sate her hunger, suddenly remembered our agreement, that this would be for the image set, and nothing more. This was fake. I was a pred. She was a pred. She was even going to split the take with me, a full 40% of whatever she made after expenses. Gigi, mouth full of me, moaned and gestured, questioningly, loosening her throat and offering her hand so that I could pull myself free.

"Gigi..." I spoke, softly.

"Mmm?"

"Would you be terribly upset if I?" I wiggled my waist a bit, sliding down her throat a little bit.

"MMM?"

"Please?" I wiggled a little more, sliding only a fraction further down.

Gigi sighed. Her tongue, which had been positioned behind me to help me get a leg up, wrapped itself back around my cock again. "Mmmmmm?"

"Once more, and done." I said, breath shuddering as I felt her begin to slide up and down my shaft once more.

This time, Gigi went slowly. Long, slow, sliding caresses over my already spent cock, still hard despite having nothing left to give. It was gentle ecstasy. It was intimate, no longer animal passion. It was understanding.

I came, soft, slow, and long. It was blissful, my every nerve on fire with pleasure as I finally felt my whole body sliding down into the warm embrace of Gigi's stomach.

"I'm keeping your percentage, I hope you know." I heard, muffled, from outside. I didn't mind. I felt her stretch out over the couch. I listened as her heartbeat slowed. As my world faded to black, I imagined the two of us falling to sleep together, her on the couch, and me, nestled inside of her. And then I smiled as I thought of her, standing in front of a mirror in the morning, admiring her amazing new ass.

And then there was nothing.

[Ubisfun]

Very nice!