Ms Seductress Novels & Stories

The soft swish of her dress against her legs echoed in the hallway, each step carrying her closer to the event that could change her life. Unbeknownst to her, Marcus Sweet had been waiting in the hotel lobby, his eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of Seline. When he saw her emerge from the hallway, his breath caught in his throat. Seline was a vision of elegance and grace, her black dress highlighting her every curve, and her silver heels adding a touch of glamour. Her hair framed her face perfectly, and her makeup enhanced her natural beauty. She was a sight to behold, and Marcus couldn't tear his gaze away from her.

They reached upstairs and Sasha opened the door of the darkroom and invited them in. "Who is it, Sasha?" a female hissing voice came into their ears. Walking forward, they noticed a woman so beautiful sitting on the throne-like chair, two male rubbing her feet gently, giving her a massage. "Is Maddox Dasher here?" she asked when her eyes got fixed on him. "We are here to get him..." Maddox spoke confidently. "You...who are you?" she asked in a hiss. "Enemies...of Maddox Dasher." Standing up on her feet, her tongue still sticking out of her mouth and she produced a hissing sound.

They wanted a wedding, I’ll give them a wedding remuneration for making me scorned, alright. I sprang up on my feet to pace the carpeted floor when I heard giggling on the other side. Snapping open the door, I came face to face with three women, all dressed to satisfy fetishes. One in a bunny barely-there lingerie, one in dominatrix get up, and the last was a redhead in a seductress attire. The redhead with the bold persona came closer coquettishly, biting her luscious lips. She grabbed the left lapel of my suit and seductively, coed, “Sir, we—“

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

“Not sure where Jace went off to.” Sed’s deep groan carried through the door. “Suck it harder,” he demanded. “Yeah, harder. Harder. That’s better.” Jessica rushed down the hall and threw open the bedroom door. It banged against the wall. Sed stood just inside the doorway entirely naked, save the cherry-red condom on his cock. His three girls were in various states of undress. One was on her knees in front of him, sucking his shaft down her throat. A second knelt behind him flicking her tongue over God-only-knew-what. The third girl ran her hands up and down the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen as if she was inspecting The Statue of David for flaws.

She looked like a flower girl at some posh wedding, utterly cute. “How did you know it was me?” I asked, a smile plastered on my face. “Oh, my mother made your dress... although the black wasn’t part of it when I first saw it.” she giggled. “Your mother is Madame Rosla?” the awe apparent in my voice. Madame Rosla was said to be the most powerful succubus around. She was a professional seductress and had managed to claim her high rank in the succubae harem through her skills in the bedroom and out of it.

Finally, the sounds from his engine subsided and I know at that instant, he has arrived at my destination. After paying him his money, I walked into the hotel and winked at the receptionist. "Are you the client from the Mall under the care of Mr. Sheep Deilotte?" I nodded, the receptionist who was a female with a neatly shaved eyebrows, mini skirts with a high boots to her kneecap. A shirt which is white in colour with a butterfly tie. On getting to a door, she stopped and bowed her head. She was knocking and I was watching her drama, wondering why she would be knocking when no one was inside. She quietly open the door and urges me to get in.

The lady stood a metre behind her with heavy makeup, wearing only a red pant and red brassiere. She was barely thirty and had already brought the semen of twenty men into Seductra’s watery orb. She knew these men would subsequently be worthless for the rest of their lives, though it didn’t bother her. It was now One-Fifty-Five in the afternoon as both women began to walk downwards into the body of the water, en route to Seductra’s watery orb. In the real and physical world, this particular initiate was an auditor in one of the insurance companies, somewhere in South-East Asia.

Red, the color of seduction. “Miss White, What are you doing?” I say with barely any self-control left in me. “Last time I checked this way my room Jamey” She said in a low seductive tone. She turned around and faced the window again, giving me a clear view of her ass. Her big, soft ass. Fuck. I take a step closer, my mouth brushing her ear. I could see her chest rise and fall faster and her breathing getting heavy. “You are playing a dangerous game Meadow” I said my pressing my hardness against her ass.

Not yet. She took her seat and I took mine next to her as she dug into the chapter onscreen. This scene was based on one of our true to life ones, of her spread for me, stretched and bound by rope while I teased her ass and pussy at the same time, her legs high against her chest as she moaned like a whore. I’d been incredibly descriptive of her. As she read, she blushed, looking shy. “I still can’t believe you see me like this,” she said. “You make me sound so stunning and hot. It’s crazy.”