The Hottest Blowjob He Ever Got-

“C’mon baby, I promise I’ll be careful…” Honeyed sweet words dripped into Manuel’s ear, promising a particular sweet treat. “Just a little puffing? Please?”

However he also knew better than to bite that hook, no matter how sweet it was. He knew exactly who she was. Clarissa had a nasty streak of popping cute dumb boys, the entire college knew exactly who she was and her twisted desires. Some days he wondered why he even had said yes when she’d asked him out.

“I guess I am one of those cute dumb boys….” He thought dryly.

After all, how many videos had Manuel seen on MyArea? Scraps of sweaty latex strewn about the curvy red headed woman’s room and landscape. How many comments of like minded girls teasing her about the messy background despite Clarissa denying; (albeit while giggling), all rumors?

How many boys had disappeared in Manuel’s class shortly after dating the beautiful vixen? How many boyfriends had she had overa-

“Helllooooo?”

Manuel startled as he felt a warm dizzying weight fill his lap. Suddenly both hands were pinned to the couch behind him, like cruel darts to a board. Soft yet firm legs wrapped tightly around his lap, and a round soft ass gently rubbed into Manuel’s lap as if the person in question was trying to get comfortable.

“Well, that makes one of us.” he thought nervously as a gorgeous face leaned into his view.

Beautiful, impossibly deep warm brown eyes pierced into his like little lances, pinned him just as effectively as his wrists. Held him squirming down in a clear show of power. Little black mascara umbrellas fluttered, beckoning him as moist lips moved. Smooth cheeks adorned by prominent cheek bones. So much beauty. That’s why Manuel had said yes…

He suddenly remembered.

“Pleeeassseeee? You know how much you love my hot wet slick mouth, and all the things it can do.” She pouted cutely yet deviously.

“Why won’t you let me show you all I can do?”

Manuel; sweating profusely, opened his mouth to speak before soft lips crushed into his. A wet velvety tongue slipped into his mouth with ease, swirling along the roof of his mouth squeezing a muffled moan out of him. Hot, wet, slick, tantalizing in every way as she promised.

“Fuck! This isn’t playing fair! She’s never been this pushy before!”

Another soft flighty giggle swept over his face as she pulled back, though she didn’t come alone. His bottom lip, held between her pearly teeth like a predator clutching its prey frantically called for his help. He could only moan as she gently increased the pressure before releasing it with a soft snap, blinking coquettishly at him.

Fuck.

“Baby I told you…I’m r-really not that into inflation.” He moaned as she dragged her soft lips down his neck.

“Please baby, I do so much for you, why can’t you do this for me? Just one quick wittle blowjob, you know it’ll feel so good.” She whispered hotly into his ear. “Don’t you trust me baby?”

Nervously, Manuel slipped out of her grasp and took hold of her waist, shivering at the feeling of her warmth. If she was bothered she didn’t show it, instead the sound of her cooing her encouragement drifted into his ear. He’d planned on gently lifting her with the excuse of needing to pee, but she took that matter into her own hands….literally. By pressing her hands into his where they rested at her waist to grind against his hardening member, moaning softly and staring up at him. As his throbbing cock pulsed against the cleft of her ass, he found himself rapidly reconsidering. And the desperation in her eyes didn’t help.

Begging, pleading. Promising to not overindulge. Needing and want. They screamed at him.

Maybe….just a little? Wouldn’t hurt right?

“Okay maybe-“ He was cut off with a happy squeal erupted directly into his mouth. Lightning had nothing on her. In a flash she was at his legs, tugging his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Lust and care and love bled from her eyes as she gazed up at him in amazement, cut by something far more devious and dark.

He shivered. Oh he was in danger. Maybe he shou-

“Ah~” The moan caught him off guard almost as much as the sinful feeling of Clarissa’s soft lips plucking at his engorged shaft with soft wet kisses. Without breaking eye contact or even blinking she continued to cover his pulsing cock in wet teasing pleasure.

“Fuck, her blowjobs are perfect though! It’ll be fun, right? Yeah! It’ll be fun! All my friends rave about how good inflation is, especially with company.” His thoughts were near manic. Streaming in and out until he was a useless moaning mess. He’d never done this before, and it was getting to him.

He was a virgin when it came to inflation, and ironically period before he’d met her. She’d stripped him of the latter badge, but still hadn’t acquired his first. Maybe that’s why she seemed so eager to turn him into her personal balloon.

The thought melted out of his head before he could focus on it in the slightest. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but the wet tongue swirling over his head. The warm breathe that blew over the sensitive flesh, the gentle tugging and squeezing of his balls….

“Does that feel good baby? Am I making you feel good?” Clarissa asked with a smothering heat. Her tongue was currently teasing his slit, causing a flex of pre-cum to coat his head which she immediately lapped at happily.

“Y-yes, god yes.” Warm breath panted out of him in a steamy exhalation.

“Yeah? Are you ready for me to take it in my mouth?” God she was fucking evil. Damn succubus.

“Please, please Clarissa yes.” He begged wantonly, he knew that’s what she really wanted. He was her mannequin and he’d dance for her however she wanted, he was in too deep.

Sure enough her eyes sparkled as she gave his hard member a warm squeeze. Then, she said the words he’d been waiting for. The penultimate to her little fantasies. The climax of his nightmares…

“Well, nightmare was a strong word.”

“Do you want me to blow you up?” Hot whispers taunted him, ensnared him with vicious efficiency. “Say it.”

“I….want you to blow me up…” He hated the whimpering laced in his voice.

The she-devil leaned in close, her breath tickling his frenulum. At that moment, he’d say whatever the hell she wanted.

“Say…..make me a fucking blimp..” Silvery saliva passed from the serpents curled lips, sliding down in a shiver that started in his swollen dick and traveled up his spine in tiny flashes.

“Make me your fucking blimp. Please….Clarissa, I want to be your inflatable toy! I need it!”

Okay, clearly he was WAY too far gone.

Clarissa’s face twitched as a plethora of emotions flickered across it, all seemed to scream one thing in common.

Hunger.

Without any further ado, she bobbed her head down and took his shaft all the way to the base, her pretty little nose bumping into his pelvis.

Desperate masculine groans set to the background of wet gurgling and feminine moaning filled the room as Manuel threw his head back.

“Fuckfuckfuck don’t cum not yet, not this quick!”

He clenched his fists and thought of basketball, music, everything he could in order to walk him back from the edge. Luckily it worked wonders at snuffing out the building flame. Though Clarissa seemed uncaring as she made her next move with ease.

Bringing her head back up until just his aching tip was incased, she threw him a teasing look as her nose flared. Air gathered, flowed into the powerful hungry bellows. Gently her chest filled out, her breasts pressing hard against her tight shirt. A soft feminine moan reverberated through swollen flesh.

Her lips pursed tightly around him.

A feeling of anticipation, fear, denial, arousal, and desperation seemed to explode out of Manuel’s heaving chest, before she siphoned that up as well and blew it all into him in an immense forceful gust.

“FUCK!”

He could scarcely stand it, pressure and pleasure riding on the waves of the red haired vixens warm breath exploded inside of him, coalescing into a small sphere of insistent pressure deep in his core. Before he could even get used to the sensation another exhalation forced its way into him. The sphere kindled, flashed then swelled outwards greatly.

“Cl….Clarissa FUCK! Give me warning next ti-AH!~” His only answer was a third breath stuffed into his already occupied body.

The third one was the magical one it seemed. Comfortably full, his stomach had exhibited no change after the first two. The third however, pushed the organ outwards, surpassing its casual limit. Manuel whimpered as his black t-shirt tightened across his middle, a sliver of tan flesh blooming in existence.

“God this…I can barely think! They were right! This feels so GOOD.”

Manuel made to take his shirt off as common sense prevailed his horny thoughts, but to his surprise a manicured hand batted his own away. Making their desire known, they then lowered to squeeze his thighs in a powerful handhold as yet another breath was forced into his straining cock. She clearly wanted him to stretch his shirt out. Maybe even do more than that…

“Fuck, I really liked this shirt too.”

Breath after breath flowed into him, pouring into his rounded form. His stomach begin to slide the graphic tee further up it’s inflated strained flesh, revealing more and more of his swollen circumference. Manuel squirmed and pressed his hands into his gravid belly, but his growth continued unabated spreading his fingers and hitching his breath as an intense fullness took hold.

“Fuck I feel so STUFFED. I….need a minute to catch my breathe shiiiittttt!”

“Clarissa, wait a minute fuck wait, I…I need a minute!” He pleaded desperately. For a split second he was worried she wouldn’t stop blowing into him.

pop

Her lips popped free from her applied suctioned hold, before she swept her eyes over him with an inflamed expression. Fuck he could just melt when she looked at him like that. Especially while she was toying with his throbbing cock at the same time, in a clear display of power.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely huge baby. I’m sorry, I got carried away.” She bit her lip as she pulled herself from her kneeling position to press a sticky kiss to his swollen belly. “How are you feeling? Are you handling that pressure okay?”

“Y-yeah. I am.” He stuttered.

Sliding her soft breasts and warm yet flat stomach against his engorged form, she rose until they were face to face once more. He was pinned under the weight of those chocolate headlights again, at this point he expected nothing less. He was every bit a balloon, as full as he was empty headed. He was hers.

“So good for me.” She murmured as she cupped his flustered face with warm hands tipped with long nails. Whimpering as soft lips met his again in a parted embrace, as a subtle salty flavor tingled on his tastebuds, he flushed bright red as he realized he was tasting his own pre on her tongue.

A sultry giggle alerted him the mischievous succubus was not unaware.

He pulled away. “Okay…I’m full, and I’m ready to see what it’s like to have sex like this baby. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take” He squeezed her forearm gently.

“Full?” She giggled as if he was a cute puppy that had done something hilarious yet stupid. “It might feel like it to you, but baby you are nowhere near full, see?”

“GOD”

The rubbery sound of stretched skin being fondled squeezed a groan out of him. He bit his lip as he tried to swat her hand away from where it had pressed harshly into his basketball sized stomach. Pressure pressed right back, entwining its fingers with hers as it met the dangerous woman’s touch.

“Clarissa, pl-please! I’m sensitive!” He whimpered desperately.

“Oh I can see that, but imagine how good it’d feel to get even bigger for me. Stretch that lovely skin until you’re squirming and begging for a release.” Fangs nipped playfully at his nose, as warm hands swapped their dominant assault for a lovely stroking. Manuel could do nothing but moan.

“So pumped up you could just cum from inflating, throbbing until you blow that hot load in my mouth between each breath….fuck, imagine how sexy that’d be. You know I love swallowing for you baby….” She purred softly.

“Definitely a succubus.”

A forked tongue licked her soft lips, beckoning and also warning he was in over his head…..but he also wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

He could feel his resolve weakening. Stretched as thinly as his own skin would surely end up. But that was a long way off anyway right? he could take a little more, couldn’t he? She’d demonstrated he had plenty of stretch left in him…

“I….want to be bigger. I want to know just how big I can possibly get! I want more!”

“…..Please.” Was all he could manage to utter. Luckily it was enough, as he was rewarded with another kiss before she slid to the floor once more.

“I’ll stop as soon as you cum baby, I promise. You have no idea how happy I am right now!” Another wet kiss was applied to his twitching, weeping tip. “It makes me so wet and needy thinking about you all blown up and vulnerable, just because I asked you. I promise you’ll love every bit!”

“Any-ything for you baby. Just be careful, please?” He desperately sought for some reassurance. Anything.

She didn’t even bother responding.

WHOOOOSHHHH

If she’d been subjecting him to breaths earlier, now she was channeling a hurricane. Voluminous, much more powerful than any human lungs should be able to produce. It ripped its way into him forcefully, forcing itself into place in a desperate surge of growth that popped a thread in his overtaxed shirt in the blink of an eye. He ballooned outwards in a wanton display of twitching and moaning.

“FUCK, What’s gotten into her?!? The press-“ His thought hung unfinished, shattered by the next deep exhalation.

WHOOOOOSHHH

Skin that had been stretched further than before thinned slightly, allowed the sounds of pneumatic filling to filter out into the open air. He could HEAR each puff entering him. The thought made him squirm and pulse in the mouth of the succubus that held so much sway over him.

Manuel whimpered and stroked his immense swollen flanks. His gargantuan beachball sized tummy twitched and pulsed outwards into his shaky hands. Just stroking himself sent a shock of pleasure through his spine. It barely even felt like his own stomach! It was taut and smooth and covered in a slight sheen of sweat that almost made it look like an actual rubber balloon, and it was highly sensitive. Honestly the way he continued to swell, he may as well have been one.

“Godddd, the pressure. I can feel it pushing outwards EVERYWHERE. This is better than sex! I….I just keep getting bigger and bigger, I can barely stand it, fuck!”

With another puff, he was forced backwards into the couch, his belly straining upwards. Hands pressed into the small of his back as a way to cope with the immense pressure.

With another, his protestant shirt finally ceased to struggle, waving a white flag in the tones of ripping and popping. Fully unveiled, his enormous gravid swell meet his shocked gaze with an exuberance.

Another puff forced the sides of his belly to bulge outwards in a maddeningly prickling sensation that made him gasp. His body was doing everything it could to take in the enormous volumes of air crammed into him. Make room for what felt like an unending amount of gas. Somehow the thought seemed to arouse Manuel just as much as terrify him.

“What would happen if she just kept blowing? How much bigger could I get before it was too much? Before I pop like a big messy ballo-“

WHHOOOOOSSSHHH

The next ripened him further, pushing the top of his stomach outwards in a slight oblong shape as he completely filled out, hitting another casual limit. Or maybe not so casual, it certainly didn’t feel like one. A pounding sensation begin to arc through his body to the intense drum beat of his heart.

And yet, Clarissa still wasn’t finished. Yet another puff added itself to the immense collection stuffed inside of him. And another, and another. Manuel couldn’t even keep track of how many there had been. What he could keep track of was how wide he had to spread his legs. Or the feeling of his belly brushing against the top of Clarissa’s head. Or the sound of creaking skin pushed to its very limits and then some.

A hot needy moan curled around his throbbing member, partnered with a familiarly frantic wet “schlicking” sound. He knew that sound. The sound of Clarissa pumping her fingers in and out of herself desperately. Mashing her swollen clit against her palm in dizzying pleasure. The scent of arousal, sweat, and sex stuffed more fog into the balloons head. Made it harder for him to take notice of exactly how big he’d gotten.

“She really has been excited to try this….and I’ve been a jerk for turning her down, for her and myself!” He thought in inflated ecstasy.

All he could focus on was the throbbing pleasure inside of his poor tummy, and his aching cock. He was getting close.

To what, he wasn’t entirely sure,

fffffffftttttttttttttt

The next puff of air was long and drawn out, sensual and teasing. It was completely opposite to the enormous gushes of air, but piercing and precise. Gentle and targeted, It made Manuel groan deep and loud. Fuck he was feeling so damned taut!

“Clarissa…I-can’t…” He whimpered in a strained voice.

ffffttttt

He tried again, begging pleading, warning of the imminent conclusion. The strained squeaking of overtaxed flesh drifted into the air.

fffftt

Clarissa’s answer was a shorter gentle exhalation, but at the level of sensitivity and pressure Manuel was under it might as well have been a tornado.

Manuel could feel it. Something was going to give, had to! He couldn’t get an ounce bigger, fit a single puff more inside of himself. Something was building inside of him, threatening to explode with the fury of a nuclear blast. He teetered precariously on the edge, lost in the sinful pleasure of unfettered growth and moist lips wrapped around him.

The vibration of an amused giggle, the prickles of sharp nails tracing over his underside. A sharp whimper. The sounds and sensations all bleed together in a chorus of creaking and building pressure that finally crested at its zenith. Serving to push him towards that point of no return.

“Fuck! I’m….I can’t take it-“

Manuel moaned desperately as the flood gates exploded, his shaft pulsing as it deposited the large payload it had been building for the last few minutes. Shot after creamy shot filled Clarissa’s mouth, pulling a happy moan from her. He could feel her dutifully swirling her tongue against his frenulum. Could feel her tickling nails on his swollen balls teasing, coaxing every last drop of his cum from his reserves. His muscles clenched so hard every pulse translated to a tensing, creaking of his body with each stab of movement. For a terrifying moment he was worried he’d explode.

A wet slurping sound meet the poor steamed males ears as Clarissa pulled away from his still sensitive and throbbing dick. She moaned happily as she swirled his cum in her mouth, before sighing loudly with her mouth full.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my cute blimp?” Her words sounded weird, as if half gargled.

It took several moments for a very red faced Manuel to respond.

“God yes….you were right baby. That was amazing….we’ve-we’ve got to do this again.” He gasped out. He found it was a bit difficult to talk, as his lungs were still under an immense pressure. He wondered how long it’d take to deflate, hopefully not too long.

Still worth it.

“Honestly, I can’t wait to do this again!” He moaned as he gently stroked his swollen form, hoping to ease some the tension.

“Who says you have to wait?” Though the words were spoken warmly, they drenched Manuel’s spine in ice.

“What the hell is she saying? She can’t possibly think I can get bigger right? Look at me? I’m creaking for fucks sake!”

“What do you mean?” He hesitantly asked.

She couldn’t possibly mean what he thought she meant.

“Well baby, there’s one more thing I want to try, if it’s okay with you?” Her words were punctuated by a large moist gulp that made Manuel blush with the implications.

“You’re almost the biggest I’ve ever had. You’re so close, it would be a shame if we passed up this opportunity. It would be so hot if you could get just a tiny bit bigger for me.” Warm breath swept over his still engorged dick causing a clenching of his toes.

Nope, that’s exactly what she meant.

“Baby I really can’t, I mean look at me Clarissa. I’m nearly touching the ceiling! Look maybe since I like this so much, we can try size training. I’ll let you blow me up to my max daily so I can get bigger for you!” His words almost sounded like a desperate plea. Maybe it’s because he realized as immobile and vulnerable he was, he couldn’t actually do a thing to stop her if she decided to overpower him.

“Manny baby, I thought you trusted me? I wouldn’t suggest this if you didn’t have space to get bigger. Admittedly, you’re right. It’s certainly not a lot…” Her words were so honeyed and persuasive. They slid into his ears and caressed his brain with a lovely tingle.

“-But I think you can handle one more solid puff, one more will put you as the biggest boyfriend I’ve ever had!” Soft kisses exactly where he did and didn’t want them punctuated her husky words. “Don’t you want to impress my girlfriends? Impress me? It’s just a single, tiny, so so small wittle puff. Can’t my big boy handle it for me?” He could imagine her cute little pout.

“Unfortunately I can’t even see her over my overinflated body!” He thought.

The doubt suffusing his form accompanying the thought was not lost on him either. Though he quickly stuffed it down alongside the gallons of air filling him out. He felt that he could maybe fit just a little more inside. Maybe she’d even finally post him on her page after this!

“Well, she’s the expert. If she says I can, maybe I can?”

Ironically he seemed to forget the rumors of the other things Clarissa posted on her page.

“Just….one tiny one baby….I’m liable to explode if I take on more than that, okay? Promise me…” Another pang of fullness made itself known insistently, as if warning him of the possible consequences.

“Oh baby, of course. I promise, just one single puff.” Manuel didn’t seem to notice the now exclusion of the words “tiny, small, or little” in Clarissa’s vow. Perhaps if he had, things would have ended differently.

“I knew you’d understand! I’m so proud of you baby! I can’t want to ride you after this~” She purred pleasantly. A warm mouth, once more, sealed itself to his sensitive valve.

Manuel moaned and steadied his breathing, readying himself for the last breathe. As sinful lips once again pursed in an obvious hold, he bit his lip as he thought about how good the final tiny little “puff” would feel despite its briefness-

WHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

B A N G

“-You should’ve seen his face, he was sooooooo cute when he popped! Hottest blowjob he ever got, and also his last! Fuck, I came so hard afterwards laying in his scraps….” Clarissa giggled deviously as she bit her lip. “They always think they can get big enough to satisfy me, he practically begged for it. It’s not my fault men don’t know their limits!”

A girlish voice chuckled on the other end of the phone. “Girl you are sooooooo badddddd. You’re too greedy! If you don’t pop them all, you’ll scare them all away if you keep showing off your little explosive kink.”

She snorted as she flipped over on her stomach, gently shaking her bed.

“Pfffffftt, they’d have wisened up by now if they were able too. I could pop and post boys for weeks all over my timeline and STILL get as many as I want.”

“Okay then girl. Just be careful you don’t bite off more than you can chew” The haughty voice warned.

“Yeah, well I’ll keep that in mind. Whatever the fuck it means. Anyway I’ll see you at the party Wednesday, okay? You better be looking fuckable, we’re going to hit some clubs later. It’ll be a blast!” Though her tone was cheery, Clarissa rolled her eyes as she clacked a bright nail against her screen ending the call.

“Byeeeeeeeeeee!”

CLICK