Veronica's Elixir of Life Ch. 01

Veronica believed herself to be asexual for all of her life, so she poured herself into her work, never acknowledging that she was a woman with a cock. One encounter with a beautiful woman has awoken a hunger, a thirst, that Veronica is willing to give anything to quench. This strong woman is willing to become a slave to Kay's pussy.

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My ass was still shifting on the barstool for leverage when she sat next to me. I adjusted myself and folded one leg over the other. The seats were packed so tightly, it was a conscious effort not to bump her in the process. When I glanced up, her entire body was turned towards me, a serene smile painted on her face in a subtle fuchsia. She lifted an elegantly slim hand, weighed down with glittering bracelets, and the subtle gesture had the bartender tripping over himself as he hurried towards us from across the deserted bar. She held my gaze and I felt trapped within it. When she spoke, her words held a lilt that suggested she was from somewhere else entirely.

"Are you staying in this hotel?"

Her words pulled me back to reality, and I released the strap of my bag from my clammy grip. It threatened to slip onto the floor between us, but she caught it with an extended hand, all while still holding my eyes. Her smile broadened momentarily before she placed my handbag onto the bar. She afforded the bartender a courteous glance before asking me, "What would you like to drink?"

My mouth felt dry, so I wet my lips. Her eyes followed the movement. "Um," I cleared my throat and forced my eyes to the bartender. He was staring at the woman with open admiration, and I pitied him for lusting for someone that would forget him in a moment. "Do you have a cocktail menu?"

The woman smiled, as if my question had confirmed something. "I like a woman that day-drinks," she drawled before turning back to the man, "Two cosmopolitans, please." She shot him a politely dismissive smile and turned to me again. Her movements had somehow decreased the distance between us, and when she leaned forward her face was directly in front of mine. She reached a hand up and stroked her fingers along the side of my face, tucking a loose tendril behind my ear as if she had done it a million times before. "You didn't answer me. Are you staying in this hotel?"

"No," I managed to choke out. I blinked, pulled back and inhaled deeply. Her scent, rich and floral, swam into my lungs and I felt drunk. I reached into the crevices of myself and summoned my confidence. "No," I repeated, more firmly. "I just wrote my last exam of the year."

Two pink drinks in frosty martini glasses slid in front of us and I used that moment to gather my wits. I took a gulp of the liquid, and the cool, tart-like sweetness consumed me. The smell of her and the sweetness on my tongue washed over my body, and I felt the distinct tendril of arousal as warmth gathered in my core. I forced myself to meet her eyes again and immediately felt more like myself. I leaned forward and smiled. "I just got off the train, this was the closest drinking establishment, and I figured I deserved a treat."

She hummed in agreement as she raised her own drink to her lips. "Congratulations," she finally said. "You definitely deserve a treat." She put her drink back on the bar and then placed her hand on my bare knee. Her fingers felt cold after clutching the icy glass, and the circles she drew on my sensitive skin had me stifling a gasp of surprise. "This dress is beautiful, by the way." Goosebumps rose across my skin as she dragged her fingertips along my thigh, stopping to touch the hem of my sundress. Her eyes shifted between her fingers and my face, and she watched my reaction as she as she slid her hand beneath the material of my dress, gently nudging my thighs apart.

I couldn't help but glance around us; the bar was empty, barring the bartender that stood off to the corner, polishing his glasses and paying us no attention. Still, the establishment was classy and most definitely had cameras monitoring its clientele.

She did her own check and seemed amused at my hesitance. "What is your name, baby?" She purred as her hand stroked my skin in a slow rhythm.

I felt my thighs parting at their own will, my pussy subtly thrusting forward as she drew closer. "My name is Kay."

"Kay," she murmured, as if tasting it. Her eyes danced with fire as she leaned forward, her long hair falling in a curtain between us and the bartender. "My name is Veronica."

The air felt trapped in my lungs as she caressed the flesh on the outside of my underwear.

"Kay," Veronica purred, her mouth teasing at kissing mine, her breath warm and sweet. She shifted to whisper in my ear. "From the moment you walked in, I've been able to think about one thing, and one thing only."

Her fingers stroked the elastic of my underwear and I couldn't help the sharp breath I drew in. My body felt rigid with anticipation.

"In fact," she continued, her lips stroking my earlobe, "I would give anything for it. I would pay anything for it." Her short nails scratched gently at the moist material that covered my entrance and then dragged upwards, lightly stroking my engorged clit.

"And what is it you want?" I managed to choke out, my brain a haze of lust and longing.

She pulled back to meet my eyes, a pleasant smile on her face. "I want to taste your pussy." Her voice was rough with desire and I had to choke back a moan at the hunger that passed over her face. "I want to drink up your juices, more than I've ever wanted anything, and if you let me taste your cunt I swear to God I will give you anything and everything."

I was practically panting. My nipples were pressing into the fabric of my bra, begging to be touched, and my pussy was aching and soaked.

Victoria sat before me, her nostrils flared and her eyes filled with hunger. Her hand had grown still beneath my dress, waiting for me.

I don't know what came over me, but her desperation to taste me made me feel like, for the first time, I was in control. "Anything?" I breathed. I licked my lips to moisten them, and the way her eyes followed my tongue made my pussy clench with need.

Her voice was firm with determination when she said, "I would give anything to have you fuck my face."

I almost came in my seat. A surge of wetness gushed out of me, and I already couldn't wait to give her my soaked panties as a parting gift. "How about this?" I teased, my voice breathy with desire. I'd completely forgotten the bartender; I'd forgotten the world. "How about you put one of those pretty fingers inside of my pussy..." I reached out and placed my hand to her neck, caressing her smooth skin as her pulse fluttered beneath my touch. Her breathing turned ragged as I dragged my fingers down, stroking her collarbone. She wore a light blouse that did little to hide her ample breasts, and I stroked the side of her mound before dragging my thumb in a lazy circle, seeking out her hard nipple. She arched into my touch, her eyes fluttering for a moment before I pulled away my hand.

"You get to put one finger inside of me." I held up an index finger and pressed it to her bottom lip. She parted her mouth in invitation and swiped her tongue against the tip, and I nearly lost my train of thought. "And, after you lick that finger clean..." I held her gaze as she let out a soft whimper, "You can show me how much my pussy is worth... Think of it as a free sample."

Her eyes grew dark with comprehension. She slowly drew my finger into her mouth and began to lick the tip of it, flicking her tongue and circling my flesh as if it were my clit. She held my eyes as she slipped her fingers under the elastic of my underwear, careful not to touch my needy flesh, and pulled the material to the side.

My own lips parted on a soundless moan as she dragged the tip of her finger through my sensitive folds, finding my clit and circling it in a slow, rhythmic massage that matched the tempo of her tongue. My hips rolled involuntarily, aching for her to touch me deeper, and she complied with my silent request.

My pussy spasmed as she pushed one finger into my drenched entrance, and I couldn't help but grind into her. Her finger curled within me, stroking my walls and briefly touching me where I needed her most. She indulged herself by gently thrusting her clenched hand against me, rocking her finger inside of me. Too quickly she removed her hand, and my pussy ached for her to fill me up again, this time with more.

Holding my eyes, she removed my finger from her mouth and replaced it with her own, the dainty flesh glistening with my juices. The second her mouth wrapped around her finger she let out a low, primal moan that sent vibrations to my clit; I needed to hear her moan like that when she fucked my pussy with her tongue. She sucked her finger clean and licked the remnants of my juices off her knuckles.

"Good?" I breathed out.

Her eyes fluttered open, her pupils wide with lust. "I want you," she growled out. Her chest was beginning to rise and fall rapidly.

"Oh?" I played coy and leaned back, crossing my legs again. The friction was momentarily delicious; my clit rubbed against my wayward underwear and my pussy lips rubbed together, but it just left me feeling more needy.

As if remembering the rules to our game, Veronica straightened up and a look of determination swept across her flawless face. "How long are you willing to wait in the bathroom for me?"

My smirk hid my disbelief; I would have waited forever for her to come back and touch me again. "I'll finish my drink, and go use the bathroom. If you aren't back in time..." I gave a nonchalant shrug, "oh well."

Her eyes blazed at the challenge, and then she was off, strutting away in her beige heels, her ass clad in form-fitting white pants.

The moment she was out of sight I threw back my cosmo and let all of my emotions overwhelm me. I expected to feel worry, or shame, but, instead, all I felt was excitement and a deep, burning lust. It felt so unbelievably sexy to have such a beautiful woman think my pussy was worth purchasing. I couldn't believe such an elegant woman wanted to taste my pussy in a bar's bathroom. A quick glance around told me even the bartender had ambled off, so I grabbed my bag and made my way to the lady's bathroom. The moment I was inside I inspected myself, adjusting my bra for a better lift and fussing over the hemline of my dress. I decided to take off my underwear, as a souvenir for Veronica, and just as I had put my hair down, she walked in.

She paused in the doorway, her eyes burning with a ferocity I had not anticipated. In seconds she was pressed against me, her body heat setting mine on fire. She smelled heavenly, and I couldn't stop thinking about her lips, and her silky tongue, thrusting into my mouth and my pussy. Her hands gripped my waist, pressing me to the bathroom counter, and then she dragged them up and gave my needy breasts a squeeze. "Do you want to see how much your pussy is worth to me?" She breathed onto my lips, teasing a kiss.

My sigh turned into a moan as I spread my legs for her and she wedged her body between them. "Yes," I replied, my own hands settling at the base of her back, slowly inching lower to caress her ripe ass.

She reached one hand into her handbag and pulled out a thick stack of crisp notes. I couldn't have guessed how much it was, but its mere presence made my pussy throb with desire.

"After you put this in your bag..." she grazed her lips against mine, "I want you to walk into a stall with me and fuck my face." My breath hitched at her words. She gripped a handful of my hair and gave it a tug. "Yes, baby?"

I let out a low hum and stroked my hands up her body. I began undoing the buttons at the front of her blouse, and her body grew slightly limp against mine. I pushed the lace cups of her white bra down and her breasts tumbled out, plump and ripe. Her nipples were erect and aching, and I gave one a gentle tug. Her panting grew more frantic as I continued to squeeze and caress her, and I could feel her resolve wavering. "Are you sure you want to eat my pussy, baby?" I asked quietly, my voice innocent, before dipping down and suckling one of her nipples into my hot, wet mouth.

Her moan was wrenched out of her, and she pushed me back harshly. She took a few steps away from me, her breasts trembling with each movement as she gathered herself. "Stall," she demanded.

I held up my open handbag, my smile smug, and she shoved the wad of money into it. My pussy was drenched. I sauntered forward, pretending to inspect the stall, but she pressed me forward and quickly locked the door behind us.

I turned towards her and her mouth enveloped mine. She tasted of cranberries and lime, and I couldn't help but moan deeply when her tongue slid into my mouth. She instinctively knew what I needed and began fucking my mouth with her tongue as she kneaded my breasts through my dress, overwhelming my senses with each thrust, giving me a taste of how she would ravish the rest of me.

My hands caressed and squeezed her naked chest, rolling her nipples between my fingers and tugging on them. Her gasps were light and fragile compared to the deep groans that were rolling out of my mouth as she kissed me.

"Sit down," she instructed before pushing me backwards. She sunk to her knees and waited for me to sit down on the seat's cover, her breasts flushed and plump before me. Her breath came out is a rush when I lifted my dress and revealed my naked pussy. She held my gaze as she lowered her head between my parted thighs. Her breath ghosted over me and a gush of my arousal spilled out of me, earning a moan from her parted lips. I wanted her to paint my pussy with her lipstick. "Tell me if you hear anyone come in," was her only warning before she tasted me.

Her tongue swept through my folds, gathering my juices. Her moan was primal, and she pressed her face into me, grinding her nose into my clit. Her moans vibrated against my nerves, and I let out a high-pitched gasp as she began thrusting her tongue into my greedy hole, lapping at my arousal. Her hands grabbed my hips and rocked me, encouraging me to ride her face and fuck her tongue back. I gripped a handful of her hair and she let out a long moan before raising her gaze to mine.

She made a show of retreating, just to pull my folds aside and thrust her whole face forward, all while holding my gaze as her long tongue massaged the inside of my pussy. She kept making sounds of pleasure, like it was her cunt being eaten, and I was on the cusp of coming, though she had yet to lick my clit.

"Play with your tits," I managed to grunt out as I rolled my hips forward. She seemed to like it when I used her face, so when she reached both hands down to tug on her engorged nipples I rewarded her by pulling my lips apart and exposing my plump clit. I tugged her head back to look at me, and then I fucked her greedy little mouth. Her tongue tried to keep up with me, but eventually she began thrusting it in a haphazard flutter, swiping at anything she could reach, all while moaning into my flesh. My hips swiveled relentlessly as I angled her face, grinding my clit into her mouth, her tongue, her nose, any part of her. And she moaned into me, slurping away at my juices as they flowed. "Finger me, baby," I instructed, my own hand tugging at my nipple through the fabric of my dress.

She happily complied, sliding two digits deep inside me. Her mouth moved upwards and she began sucking on the hood of my clit, drawing it into her mouth. Her tongue stroked my sensitive nub gently as her fingers delved in and out of me, and I spread my thighs wider as invitation. She glanced up at me through hooded eyes and removed her fingers from my cunt, licking them, one by one, before inserting three into me. She held my gaze as she thrust, going deeper and harder each time, and when I grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed her mouth to my clit, she let out a deep moan.

She handled my clit as roughly as she fucked my pussy. I fucked her face to her rhythm, but, as my orgasm built, I became unable to do anything but sit back and let her ravish me. "Do you like my pussy?" I asked, and she moaned loudly in reply. Her eyes met mine as she flicked her tongue over my nub, her fingers relentless as they drove into me, and I came with a stifled cry, spasming around her.

She removed her fingers from inside me once my orgasm had subsided. She licked them clean, and then proceeded to lick my cum from my pussy, taking her time like a cat indulging in its favourite cream. "Delicious," she murmured from between my thighs, her mouth glistening. "I could spend forever eating your cunt."

It wasn't until she sat back that I saw the bulge, and the wet patches along the thigh of her pants. Her eyes met mine, and they appeared naked, as if waiting for my reaction.

"Take off your pants," I demanded.