Cock-Sock
WOOL The interior of Greta’s Garments is surprisingly colorful. Though it started off as an empty wagon filled with loose bolts of cloth and sewing tools, vivid fabrics now cover all the shelves. Curtains hang from the walls in every color of the rainbow, and a single wooden mannequin stands near the counter, its surprisingly anatomically correct cock covered in a thin, lacey cock-sock. Sitting nearby, behind the counter, is a pink-skinned succubus, busy knitting what looks like another such sock. Even with her slouching posture, you can see that her breasts are truly tremendous - mountainous mammaries that she actually rests her arms on while she knits. She’s completely nude, save for two thin black squares that stretch over her taut nipples (concealing absolutely nothing) and a soaked triangle that’s even now threatening to disappear into her gushing crevice forever.
Noticing your gaze, she sits up a little straighter and swivels on some kind of rotating chair to face you more directly. Her jiggling breasts slowly bounce to a stop on the counter before her as she asks, “Can I interest you in something, honey?”
There doesn’t seem to be anything aside from cock-socks here. What type of cock-sock do you want to look at?
- WOOL
You spy a thick, woolen sock sitting on a counter and take it up to Greta. “Ah, yes. That’s our basic sock. Warm and cozy, great for those chilly nights. That one’s a mere 10 gems. A steal, of course.” You take the cock-sock over to the counter where Greta sits, knitting even more garments and place down the gems required. “Aha, good choice, honey!” the succubus says, snatching up the money and stashing it away. “Now let’s get that bad boy fitted on you.” Greta motions with her hand, a movement that causes her mountainous cleavage to jiggle hypnotically. “Well, come on then, let’s see the tasty cock getting all dressed up,” she says, her voice becoming a deep purr.
Well? Do you want this cock-sock attached to your penis semi-permanently?
- YES
You nod to the busty succubus and strip off your comfortable clothes, revealing your naked body. Greta’s eyes light up as she looks over your body with barely-contained lust. Finally her eyes settle onto your cock, and she licks her lips. With one hand she lifts your limp cock up, giving it a pleasant little stroke.
Her other hand approaches, her thumb, fore- and middle-fingers holding the sock open as she slips it over your cock-head. She pulls it snugly into place and then gives your penis a little kiss. The second her lips make contact with your flesh, a chill runs across your body, followed by a flood of warmth.
Greta smiles knowingly and returns to her chair behind the counter.
- NO
You shake your head. Greta sighs, “Figures. Here’s your money back, honey. Come back when you change your mind.”