The Honey Pot

Glistening in the soft sensuous sunlight pouring through her boudoir window,
her honey pot attracts her prey; famous for it’s ability to swallow and weaken the hardest cocks, milking them dry and emptying their rocks, leaving them like dried shrivelled prunes.

The cocks, like crazy angry bees, buzz with anticipation at entering sweet Nirvana.
The purple-headed, perspective burglars are made to unwillingly deposit their seed as she anticipates their frustrated greed.

Milked dry of their essence of life as they are enticed into the tantalising tunnel of lust - which suddenly grips like a vice.
The Goddess has skilfully deceived her suitors with her wanton desires and after taking all she needs, expels their once proud manhood from her soft, velvet inner chamber, leaving their cocks small and wet as if smothered to their doom by her nectar.

The greedy cocks had fallen for her trap and she had made them deposit their translucent life giving fluid before they had barely realised their naked lust had been defeated by her sweet hive honey pot
They leave exhausted like dying men as if made drunk by her musky elixir.

Her Faithful retainer approaches like a priest on bended kneel to kneel and clean the sweet altar of her mound - the thing he desires most!

Licking her ambrosia with long, lapping strokes and cleansing her of the dying seed, the pot is loving cleaned after her Venus encounters.

She takes him by his loins to reward him for his chores. A sweet hand shake from his goddess is his reward and like a coiled spring, explodes in ecstasy
as a milky fountain shoots and spews heavenwards. Oh what joy !

He sleeps at her feet safe and sound as if her guarding hound in the knowledge that only a special slave gets to serve the Goddess this way ...