u/BothersomeStoat

My buddy Matteo was one of those rare guys who didn’t drop off the face of the earth once he got a girlfriend, but he did change once he found Lena. In all the usual ways at first, but eventually I noticed a different shift in his behaviour. He stopped getting offended when the boys made jokes at his expense for falling into yet another relationship so soon. He joined in on the more suggestive jokes about Lena, that slim redheaded beauty. Encouraged them, even. I just took it to mean that he was comfortable and happier than he’d been before. Honestly, I admired his newfound confidence, even if that didn’t stop me joining in on the banter.

One day I was drinking a few beers at Matteo’s place, watching the game with increasingly less idea of what was going on in it. After an hour or so Lena joined us, curling her legs up underneath her and perching on the sofa like a cat. 

In my experience she wasn’t a very loud woman, content to watch and listen to conversations rather than have her voice heard when things got rowdy or excited. But that wasn’t to say she was meek or shy. She could devastate any of us with a few words, or turn the conversation to another topic or tone effortlessly. Not shy, but reserved. Observant and intelligent and funny. I could see why Matteo was head over heels for her. 

Lena sipped her bottle while Matteo and I churned through the rest of the box with that leisurely pace one finds on a Saturday afternoon with nothing else to do. The game Matteo had invited me over to watch finished, and after some analytical chatter the channel jumped straight into the middle of a women’s basketball game. It wasn’t something we had any familiarity with, but we did in fact have nothing else to do.

When I spotted a tall guard with auburn hair tied back into a short ponytail, I pointed at the screen like a drunken Leonardo di Caprio and exclaimed, “Look, iss you!”

Not my most eloquent work.

The player didn’t really look like Lena, who was slender and angular where this woman was curvaceous and strong. But logic never stopped idiots who’d drank a case of beer before 6pm! And in my defence they were both attractive redheads. We started exclusively following the other ‘Lena’, urging the players to pass the ball to her and cheering for every single thing she did. 

Cheering until she committed a particularly flagrant foul on her opposite number. I started gasping like a grandma startled by unexpected blasphemy. 

“Oh wooooow. Lena is a dirty player?! She’s been tricking us this whole time!”

“Yeah, it looks like it doesn't it,” Matteo agreed solemnly. “I always knew. She’s kind of a bad boy, actually. That’s what they call her:  the bad boy of basketball. Famous for it.”

And instead of rolling her eyes or giving one of her witty retorts, Lena pouted at us both.

“I’m not a bad boy!”

And that was it. No jokes, no explanation, no elaboration. Weirdly that seemed to have struck a nerve, though she didn’t look angry per se. She looked indignant, and that quickly turned to embarrassment as the moment stretched out.

“Okay… I’m sure we didn’t mean-”

“So what are you then?” Matteo cut across me, staring intently at his now blushing girlfriend. Her gaze flickered between us, me on the other sofa and Matteo sitting next to her. She swallowed, but spoke clearly.

“I’m a good girl.”

Her tone was intimate, almost sultry. What made it all very confusing was how both of them turned to look at me after she said it. Matteo smiling and proud, and Lena searching for my reaction. I had no idea what they expected from me, but I definitely perked up. The alcohol suddenly didn't seem so heavy on my thoughts.

I laughed a little nervously and complimented her, assuring her that I didn’t doubt it. But from then on that title became the focus of the conversation. Every mistake from a player onscreen got a comment about her not being a good girl. Every word Lena spoke was judged against her claim. When she offered to go find us some more drinks Matteo told her “You would if you were a good girl.”

The atmosphere in the room was somewhere between erotic and deeply unsettling. At first I didn’t know what to do, or how I was supposed to react to it all. But my role became apparent quite quickly. Matteo would ask my opinion on his statements about the players, and about his girlfriend. He encouraged me to provoke her, and laughed when I did so. He didn’t want me to leave so they could have some afternoon delight, he wanted me to keep going. So did Lena. Her facial expressions were much less scrutable than my buddy’s but her body language told me all I needed to know. She liked this teasing, this public teasing and the role she was now playing. So did Matteo. And so did I. Flirting with your friend’s girl always had a cheeky air of taboo danger to it, even when things were pretty tame. Flirting with her in front of him, while he eggs you on, now that’s a rare vintage. And I was hooked.

After I made a few dramatically sceptical comments about Lena’s stamina, and how lying about it wasn’t something a good girl would do, she finally snapped. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You have no idea.”

“Well, prove it.”

That brought things to a screeching halt. Or so I thought. They both froze, and looked at each other, and Lena whispered something to her boyfriend that I couldn’t quite catch. I thought I’d pushed things too far.

“Fine. I will.”

I felt my pants grow tight. It felt too real, too strange, but oh so tempting. Matteo opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't say anything. Their staring threw me off. I didn’t want to ruin whatever freaky shit was happening.

“Um, how about a bet, on the game. Your team against mine. If you lose then you have to prove you are what you say you are.”

Lena pursed her lips and thought for a moment. We all looked at the game. There were another 2 quarters left, with a 17 point difference between the two teams. 

“Okay, that’s fun. A little wager on-”

Now Matteo interrupted her. His voice was thick and throaty.

“If you were a good girl you’d do it now.”

Time stood still again. Lena reached over and squeezed his arm.

“Now? …Okay.” She nodded, her face and neck starting to turn crimson. “What should I do?”

“Whatever you want, baby. What we talked about the other night?”

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah, okay. If you’re sure.”

They shared something intense and exciting in their deep eye contact. And then they shared a passionate kiss. And then they turned to me.

Feeling like I was in some incredible dream I stared back at them. My mouth opened, but the words didn’t come out. I didn’t want to say anything to make this dream come to an end. With one hand tugging on her arm Matteo guided Lena off the sofa and onto the floor. She started crawling towards me, slowly.

“She’s gonna suck your cock now.”

I suppose that was his way of getting my consent. Warning me. As well as making all three of us shiver in anticipation.

The distance between us was short, but it felt like she was crawling in slow motion. Lena stared at me hungrily the entire time. Her ass swayed hypnotically.

Her hands were trembling as she slid her hands over my thighs and up to my waist, but that was the only crack in her portrayal of complete subservience. She popped my buttons and unzipped me. I lifted up and she tugged at the denim. Enough for what needed to be done. 

I remembered to breathe, and shot a quick glance over at Matteo, in disbelief that he wouldn't be mad, or about to laugh at how carried away I’d gotten over their practical joke. But he only had a lopsided grin for me, and wide eyes fixated on the back of his girlfriend's head.

Lena brushed her palms over the bulge she’d uncovered, working up the nerve to reach inside my boxers. When she did we both moaned at the same time, her even louder than me for some reason. My cock pulsed uncontrollably in her grip. She licked her lips. 

When she pulled my cock out of the front of my underwear the first thing she did was slap it against her cheek. I blinked in surprise. She moaned like a pornstar. It wasn’t what I expected from her. I hadn’t exactly fantasised about this scenario in great detail, but I wouldn’t have expected this behaviour from her in a million years. I guess appearances are deceiving.

After smacking herself with my cock she kissed the tip and stroked slowly up and down my length. Peppering me with soft kisses and tentative licks. She looked up at me, the auburn hair framing her delicate features contrasted with the veiny cock in her hands and mouth. My veiny cock, my best friend’s girlfriend’s delicate features. Fuck!

I finally understood what she was silently asking for.

“Do it,” I ordered.

Without hesitation she half swallowed my cock in one smooth movement, not breaking eye contact for a second. I groaned and threw my head backwards. Wet warmth enveloped my dick. I practically saw stars when she swiped her tongue underneath the mushroom head. She was good at this. So good she must have had a hell of a lot of practice.

When I said “Deeper. All of it.” she obeyed without question, again. This pretty girl had a secret weakness. It turns out she would do everything you said, no matter what it was. I was overcome with lust at the revelation. How far could I go? What line would Lena not cross? What would Matteo simply sit and watch me do to his girl?

Lena didn’t complain as she started to gag. She didn’t stop when her eyes started watering. The only break in her composure was her quiet mutters and sloppy gasps when she came back up for air. She bobbed her head up and down quickly before she forced my hard cock into her throat. Each time she did it was with the obvious intention of taking the whole thing inside her. She wasn’t working up to it, and she wasn’t keeping a steady pace. It was all or nothing.

Of course Matteo knew her secret too, and he had a suggestion for me.

“Pull her hair.” 

His shorts were down by his ankles and he was jerking off openly. Openly, as if this wasn’t his apartment, or his girlfriend, or his idea! My best buddy had a thick cock. That wasn’t something I thought I’d be learning today. Nor was exactly where his girlfriend’s gag reflex was. But we roll with the punches, I guess. We live and we learn.

Lena’s sun-kissed hair was the key to making her completely feral. Once I took a fistful of it she surrendered all control to me, while still practically throwing herself facefirst into my stomach when I pulled her towards me. The lewd noises of her throat and mouth became louder and sloppier. I bucked my hips up and fucked her pretty face without remorse. The way she had submitted so totally, and just on the whims of us two men, leant me a shamefully misogynistic urgency. She offered herself as a warm throat to be fucked, a toy to be used, a girlfriend to be passed around to anyone. I was going to give her exactly what she’d signed up for.

Alcohol dimmed my sensitivity, but I was still so turned on by this crazy situation. And the velvety embrace of Lena’s mouth and throat was too stimulating to ignore for long. I gripped her hair tightly and made her choke on my cock. She was tight and sloppy and compliant. And I used everything she gave me, which was complete control. My balls tightened and tingled in that familiar way. I didn’t warn her or say anything. I just grunted and unleashed it all into her helpless mouth.

I held on to her hair as my hips thrust towards her, completely uncontrollably. It must have been painful for her, though that wasn’t my intention. I had to fill her up, and there was no consideration for her at all. Maybe I knew that she could take it, maybe I didn’t care. I honestly have no idea. But I do know that she clamped her lips around the base of my cock and rode out the bumpy ride without spilling a drop. 

When the last molten pulse left me, I collapsed back into the sofa, exhausted. For the moment my soul had well and truly left me. I had given it all to my friend’s girl.

I think if it had just been the two of us, Lena would have stayed where she was and done whatever else I wanted. Maybe she would have asked for something in return. Maybe she would have begged me to go down on her in return. Maybe she would have sat back patiently and waited for instruction. Maybe she would have climbed up and cuddled me lovingly. Maybe she would have whimpered and laid her head on the floor, sticking her ass up in the air and waited for me to mount her like an animal. I have no idea, truly. The potential for anything was there, wafting around us like smoke. But it wasn’t just the two of us. 

“Come here, slut. Now.” Matteo spat, as if he was barking orders to a dog. Lena of course turned away from me and quickly crawled back over to him, but not before she’d flashed her open mouth to me, proving that she'd swallowed it all. 

I whispered “Good girl,” to her backside, feeling weak and lightheaded.

When she reached him, Matteo stood up and rammed his prick into her mouth. She propped herself up, palms wrapped around his legs for stability, ready for another facefucking. Maybe it was my ridiculous male ego, maybe it was shame and concern, but I thought that he treated her less harshly than I had. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. He was on the edge though, having watched us, and it was only a handful of heartbeats before his face contorted and his knees buckled and he was adding his own sticky load to the back of her throat. He teetered and swayed as he came, and I was worried that he would collapse on top of her. I wasn’t worried that he might choke her or be forcing her to do something she didn’t want, only that he might fall and hurt her by accident. I knew what she was now. 

He sat back down heavily, not bothering to tuck his slick member away again. He grinned at me with a slightly manic look on his face before letting his head roll back onto the sofa cushions. His eyes closed and he breathed deeply, recovering and succumbing to the heavy pull of alcohol and post-ejaculation weariness that I too was struggling against. 

Once more possibilities raced through my brain and spread out before me in every direction. I looked at Lena with awe and lust, and she looked back at me with… something. She didn’t say anything, or do anything suggestive. But we both knew. 

I think that’s what put the willies up me, and made me panic. The fear that both of us knew that a door had been opened that couldn't be shut. We both knew I was attracted to her. We both knew I had permission to do whatever I wanted. I was a little drunk and I knew it. I was scared of what I might do, and how aware I would be of doing it. There wasn’t much to stop me. I wasn’t sure I could look them both in the eye again if I did what Lena and I both wanted me to do. And some gentlemanly decorum in there too; if a man lets his girlfriend suck you off while he watches, it would be rude to fuck her senseless while he was napping. Part of the price is that he gets to watch. And I didn’t want to come across as a boorish guest!

So I zipped myself up, got to my feet, and announced that it was late and that I had to be getting back before it got too dark. Matteo opened an eye to watch me go, but just mumbled blearily in response. I smiled in disbelief at him. Though he’d always been a lightweight, I’d never imagined he would go from cuckold to tired host so suddenly. Lena followed me out of the room to the front door, courteous but visibly disappointed. 

Before I opened the door I turned to her, pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and told her exactly what I was thinking.

“That was incredible. I get it now. I know exactly what a good girl you can be.”

“Not exactly. Not yet you don’t.”

Unable to bear it another second, I grabbed at her, shoving one hand flat against her belly and then pushing downwards, underneath her leggings. Brushing over coarse, prickly hair, I slipped two fingers against her wetness. She gasped and leaned towards me, urging me without words to take what I wanted. It took every last shred of willpower I had to not finger her until she was a mewling, drooling wreck on the doormat. Pulling back, I made her watch me put my fingers to my mouth and taste her sharp-sweet flavour. 

Before I could make the promise, she offered it.

“Will you come back next week? I’m sure there’s plenty of other games for us to watch. To watch and to play.”

“Oh, I can come next week too. That sounds perfect.”

And without even mentioning Matteo, we shared a smile of understanding. I stepped out into the night, already planning what we three could get up to next time.

The front door slammed shut with a distinctly masculine ‘Bang’. Finally! Butterflies started dancing in my stomach. Showtime.

I tossed my phone to the side, distraction no longer needed, devious plan to get railed by my boyfriend now ready to commence.

I called out, trying to be both seductive and loud enough for him to hear several rooms away.

“Charlie? Is that you?”

Deafening silence.

“Charlie? I need some help.”

Nothing.

“CHARLIE?”

A pause, and then some faint shuffling clattering rustling noises.

“Yeah?”

I fought against the urge to roll my eyes, and lost.

“I'm in the annex, and I need your help. Quick!”

As he plodded through the apartment like a ponderous ogre, I quickly got into position. I'd laid out some dirty laundry in a pile next to the washing machine, and put a blanket under my knees for some comfort. I was wearing my exercise leggings, the ones that always seemed to make Charlie smack and grope my arse, and a sports bra that kept the girls snuggly enclosed, but was loose enough to pull off without hassle. The stage was set. The only thing left to do was to kneel down, and stick my head in the empty clothes dryer.

I could hear Charlie grumbling as he drew near. I started to squirm in anticipation.

I've always been a petite woman, so I put an arm inside the machine next to my head. I had no idea how silly this would look from his perspective, but I knew what he'd be focused on. Doing my best cow pose, I arched my back and pushed my peachy ass upwards invitingly.

The door opened.

Despite the echoey confines of the machine, I clearly heard his voice.

“What the fuck?”

I giggled nervously, and then put on my most cringe-worthy distressed princess voice.

“Oh dear, I'm so embarrassed! I got stuck in here. I think I need a big strong man to help me!”

Wiggle wiggle. Jiggle and bounce.

I bit my lip and tried to keep myself from laughing. It was so silly, but I was genuinely getting into it. The anticipation of feeling his wide hands on me was really getting me revved up.

More muttering. And then his palm gripping possessively on my hip. I hummed excitedly. And then he pulled, hard. And then pain. Big pain. Large fucking pain bursting on the back of my head. And bright lights.

“Owww! What the fuck are you doing??”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to whack your head, babe. No, wait, don't get bitchy with me! You weren't stuck at all. You can't blame me for pulling you out if you're not even stuck in the washing machine.”

“Of course I wasn't stuck in the bloody machine! It's impossible to get stuck in a washing machine, obviously! And that's not even the fucking washing machine! It's the dryer, which you would know if you did your fair share of the housework.”

“Whoah woah, calm down! Why were you stuck in the dryer if it's impossible to get stuck in there? You're not making any sense, woman!”

“For fuck’s sake Charlie, do you not watch porn? It's pretty fucking obvious what I was doing!”

“Porn?!”

He looked so confused, the beautiful moron, that my annoyance started to drain away. I rubbed the back of my head, still in pain, but fighting against a growing urge to laugh.

“Yes, porn!”

“Um… yeah I do, but like, very rarely.”

“Well I was doing the porn thing. Look!” I plucked at my leggings, showing him how I dressed up specifically to seduce him.

“What are you on about? What's the porn thing? I don't know the porn washing machine thing.”

“It's not a… Fuck me, okay. You know, the porn where the women in their 30s pretending to be teenagers get ‘stuck’ and their stepbro walks in and fucks them. You must know, come on.”

“I… I'm sorry, babe, but I watch normal porn, of people fucking each other. You know, normal stuff? Not whatever you're talking about.”

“Oh fuck’s sake. Fine.”

I was absolutely fuming. How could this man not know about step sibling laundry porn tropes??? Why was I the one feeling embarrassed and stupid? I bet none of his stupid friends had a girlfriend cool enough to do porn plots with them! He didn't even appreciate what a special thing I'd prepared for him!

Charlie caught my cheek in his palm, and made me look at him. Staring straight into his enchanting baby blue eyes. Heat bloomed on my cheeks. How could I stay mad at him? His attention always made me feel a certain way. That look. The serious one. Full on sploosh, every time.

“I'm sorry, babe. You know how much I like seeing you on all fours. You looked so hot. But I thought you were actually like…” He waved his hands around, patronising in how clearly he was struggling to understand.

“No, it's okay. Thanks for rescuing me. You're my hero.”

The sarcasm was there, but my heart wasn't in it. Charlie ignored it.

“Sorry for not getting it. And sorry for whacking your head. And sorry for shouting.”

I leaned into him, unsure if I wanted to be mad, or cry, or get a hug.

And then his embrace shifted. His hands roamed downwards, exploring the bared skin between my bra and bottoms, before moving over the curves of my bum and hips. I was torn between wanting to curl up into an embarrassed pangolin ball and try to forget everything that had just happened, and the way his touch reignited my lustful urges. So I just stayed there, letting him touch and caress and squeeze me.

He turned my chin up and he kissed me. Hot and heavy, just how mama likes it. I pressed against him, seeking the comfort of his heat and simultaneously brushing my nipples against his chest. Okay. It was on.

I let out a throaty moan when his fingers pushed over my nylon-clad pussy. I pulled back, panting.

“Let's go to the bedroom.”

His gaze was piercing. I couldn't move.

“Wait. I wanna try this.”

I hesitated, wanting the comfort of the mattress, but also touched by his laundry room olive branch. I wanted to try it too. That was kind of the point of it all.

“...Are you sure?”

“Yeah. You went to all this effort. So yeah, I wanna fuck you with your head in the washing machine, I really do.”

The romantic words every woman dreams of hearing. He pulled me in for another wet kiss. I sucked on his tongue like a needy slut. Which I guess I was. This man does things to me.

With a clicking from his knees Charlie stood up, leaving me on the floor. I resisted the urge to throw myself face first against the bulge in his shorts that was now perfectly at head height. He hesitated, and I graciously took charge.

“Go outside, and I'll get back in, and then come help me.”

He grinned at whatever expression was on my face, and then he nodded, and quickly slipped back out into the other room.

I gave myself a quick rub, just to quell the hunger for a few seconds. And then I got back up onto my hands and knees, and crawled back towards the dryer. A few meditative seconds to compose myself.

“Oh no! I think I'm stuck! Won't somebody help me!”

The door opened with a bang. Charlie walked in on me for the second time. But I knew he was going to treat me right this time. I'd seen the outline of his cock straining against his underwear and shorts. The anticipation was real this time.

He put his hand possessively on my bum.

“Well well well. Did you get stuck in the washing machine again?”

I sighed and it echoed around the confined space. But I knew Charlie. He might be slow on the uptake, but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't get a rise out of me that easily.

“Is that you Charlie? Please help me. Don't be a dick or anything.”

“Me? I wouldn't be a dick to my sister-”

“Stepsister!” I quickly interjected.

“Yeah, stepsister. I wouldn't take advantage of her while she was stuck like this.”

He slapped my ass and I jolted. Not being able to see it coming was actually a lot of fun.

“No!” I cried, Shakespeareanly. “Don't! Don't take advantage of me.”

Later on, when I was remembering this day and masturbating furiously to the memory, I would probably have to pretend we were better actors, and had said sexier things. Oh well.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a brat.”

Charlie spanked me again. I moaned, and waggled my arse in anticipation of more. But the next touch was higher up.

Gripping the top of my leggings firmly, he pulled down, slowly. I squirmed at the sensation of air touching my exposed pussy. I could feel how wet I was, and it was getting more intense from this treatment. Being unveiled and exposed to him, while I was practically blind and confined….

He pressed a thick finger against me, and he slid right in, making me gasp in shock. The invading digit probed my insides, making me squirm some more. The air around my head was heating up from my heavy breathing. I was practically gagging for more.

After a minute or two of deliciously rough fingering, he pulled back. I spread my legs a little more, preparing for… whatever he decided was next. Charlie loved teasing me, and he especially loved to eat me out. I closed my eyes, panting, and waited for the tickle of his stubble against my thighs.

My peachy ass got another hard slap instead. Again, I cried out and flinched, but before I could recover and settle back down, he had grabbed a handful of my thick ass and then he shoved his cock into my dripping pussy!

That fucking got me good. The surprise, the slightly painful discomfort of him going straight in, the stinging from the spanking. Fuck it felt good.

I wonder how my scream must have sounded to him, because for me it was deafening. And I wonder what I looked like, folded over and speared from behind. I made a mental note to have him film it next time.

Despite the discomfort and abrupt entry, I must have been absolutely soaking wet down there, because with 3 quick pumps Charlie’s hips were nestled against my ass. He was filling me up so good it was almost overwhelming. His swollen cock was hitting all the right spots: G, H, I, and then some.

While I writhed around and moaned, completely at his mercy, I heard a muffled sucking noise.

“Mmmm. You taste so good stepsis.”

I was ashamed at how visceral my reaction to that was. This was all supposed to be a sexy joke, some fun to spice things up a bit. But for a brief moment I was fully immersed in the ridiculous, taboo roleplay. I couldn't believe that he was tasting my innocent young pussy…

Weight pressed down on my lower back, and then he started to fuck me. It was sloppy and awkward because I was fighting to keep my balance in this stupid pose, but it was perfect. I bucked my hips involuntarily, throwing it back to meet his thrusts. I could feel my ass jiggling, and I know he appreciated it by the way he kept spanking it. That was a healthy relationship right there.

Charlie knew what I wanted next, before the thought even entered my foggy brain. The weight of his hand pushing down on my back lifted, and then I felt something circling my asshole. I stopped moving, and tried to push back up against it. My hands were busy bracing myself so I didn't crack my head on the dryer, or I would have spread my cheeks for him. I know how easy that makes this for him.

He must have wetted his thumb, because the tip easily entered my tighter hole. Any more of it wouldn't be so easy to take, but it didn't matter to me: I was constrained by my own positioning, so it was entirely up to my boyfriend. I just got to enjoy the ride.

Charlie knew that having a finger in my arse makes me go a bit feral, so he didn't waste any time teasing me. It felt like a hook pulling me open and making me quiver for him. Both my holes being stimulated and stretched, while I just had to kneel there and take it, what more could a girl ask for?

The downside of this setup was that neither of us had any hands free, which meant my aching clit was neglected. I longed to rub and relieve some of that building tension, but I couldn't. I longed for Charlie to reach around and flick it for me, but I didn't want him to stop slapping and fingering my ass. So I just wailed and moaned and shook from the force of my man using me like a toy. I moved when he moved me. I took what he gave me. I squeezed tightly around the parts of him that were inside me.

My knees and shoulder were getting sore by the time the rhythm changed. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, I must say. Those poor porn girls earned their paychecks for these sorta scenes, let me tell you.

The slapping sound of Charlie smashing into my thick ass and thighs got louder and it felt more forceful. I clenched up, feeling his cock pulsing inside me. His thumb pushed deeper, and the discomfort was matched by the excitement of what was coming.

With a guttural groan Charlie pounded my wet cunt one last time, and then I felt him spraying molten heat onto my bum and back. My inside were left feeling that melancholic emptiness, but it was nothing compared to the heady rush of being used as a canvas for his hot cum. It felt like he was absolutely covering me. It was so intense. I don't think I'd ever enjoyed his orgasm so much, which was crazy because I couldn't see him, or hear him properly, or even smell his musk. Maybe that was part of it.

Charlie's weight and warmth fell away from me, and I realised just how much I'd been fighting to hold myself steady against the machine surrounding me. I pulled myself free from the sweaty air inside the dryer, and looked back at my lover. The poor thing was bright pink and his eyes were glazed over. I wiggled my hips, and felt the trickling warmth of the glaze he'd just covered me in. He watched me, languid but following my every movement.

I sat back on my heels. I wanted one of us to reach between my legs and make me cum too, I really did! But for some reason I also felt shellshocked, paralysed. For a moment we just stared at each other and panted. It felt like both of us were glowing.

Feeling hot and confined and frisky all of a sudden, I pulled the sports bra over my head, and let my tits spill out of them. It felt better for them to be free, and it felt better for me to watch Charlie's eyes light up with renewed interest.

Next I awkwardly got to my feet, and pulled my leggings down over my ankles from where they'd been bunched up the whole time. They were sticky with the cum that'd run down my back.

I stood up, naked and needy. Charlie watched me in silence, waiting for something. I thought about the sexiest thing I could say to him.

“... Okay big boy, you've put a load on in the washing machine. How about you take your stepsister to the shower and put another load inside her.”

Charlie's eyes sparkled at me, and he smirked, letting me stew in the self-conscious silent seconds that followed.

“Babe, that's the dryer, not the washing machine.”

Effortlessly, he jumped to his feet and caught my wrist as I swung for a big slap. He held onto it, tightly, and let me feel his strength. I squeezed my thighs together and felt weak at the knees.

“Don't worry,” he breathed. “You'll get what's coming to you.”

And then he picked me up, carried me through the apartment, and gave me exactly what I needed.

The front door slammed shut with a distinctly masculine ‘Bang’. Finally! Butterflies started dancing in my stomach. Showtime.

I tossed my phone to the side, distraction no longer needed, devious plan to get railed by my boyfriend now ready to commence.

I called out, trying to be both seductive and loud enough for him to hear several rooms away.

“Charlie? Is that you?”

Deafening silence.

“Charlie? I need some help.”

Nothing.

“CHARLIE?”

A pause, and then some faint shuffling clattering rustling noises.

“Yeah?”

I fought against the urge to roll my eyes, and lost.

“I'm in the annex, and I need your help. Quick!”

As he plodded through the apartment like a ponderous ogre, I quickly got into position. I'd laid out some dirty laundry in a pile next to the washing machine, and put a blanket under my knees for some comfort. I was wearing my exercise leggings, the ones that always seemed to make Charlie smack and grope my arse, and a sports bra that kept the girls snuggly enclosed, but was loose enough to pull off without hassle. The stage was set. The only thing left to do was to kneel down, and stick my head in the empty clothes dryer.

I could hear Charlie grumbling as he drew near. I started to squirm in anticipation.

I've always been a petite woman, so I put an arm inside the machine next to my head. I had no idea how silly this would look from his perspective, but I knew what he'd be focused on. Doing my best cow pose, I arched my back and pushed my peachy ass upwards invitingly.

The door opened.

Despite the echoey confines of the machine, I clearly heard his voice.

“What the fuck?”

I giggled nervously, and then put on my most cringe-worthy distressed princess voice.

“Oh dear, I'm so embarrassed! I got stuck in here. I think I need a big strong man to help me!”

Wiggle wiggle. Jiggle and bounce.

I bit my lip and tried to keep myself from laughing. It was so silly, but I was genuinely getting into it. The anticipation of feeling his wide hands on me was really getting me revved up.

More muttering. And then his palm gripping possessively on my hip. I hummed excitedly. And then he pulled, hard. And then pain. Big pain. Large fucking pain bursting on the back of my head. And bright lights.

“Owww! What the fuck are you doing??”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to whack your head, babe. No, wait, don't get bitchy with me! You weren't stuck at all. You can't blame me for pulling you out if you're not even stuck in the washing machine.”

“Of course I wasn't stuck in the bloody machine! It's impossible to get stuck in a washing machine, obviously! And that's not even the fucking washing machine! It's the dryer, which you would know if you did your fair share of the housework.”

“Whoah woah, calm down! Why were you stuck in the dryer if it's impossible to get stuck in there? You're not making any sense, woman!”

“For fuck’s sake Charlie, do you not watch porn? It's pretty fucking obvious what I was doing!”

“Porn?!”

He looked so confused, the beautiful moron, that my annoyance started to drain away. I rubbed the back of my head, still in pain, but fighting against a growing urge to laugh.

“Yes, porn!”

“Um… yeah I do, but like, very rarely.”

“Well I was doing the porn thing. Look!” I plucked at my leggings, showing him how I dressed up specifically to seduce him.

“What are you on about? What's the porn thing? I don't know the porn washing machine thing.”

“It's not a… Fuck me, okay. You know, the porn where the women in their 30s pretending to be teenagers get ‘stuck’ and their 'stepbrother' walks in and fucks them. You must know, come on.”

“I… I'm sorry, babe, but I watch normal porn, of people fucking each other. You know, normal stuff? Not whatever you're talking about.”

“Oh fuck’s sake. Fine.”

I was absolutely fuming. How could this man not know about step sibling laundry porn tropes??? Why was I the one feeling embarrassed and stupid? I bet none of his stupid friends had a girlfriend cool enough to do porn plots with them! He didn't even appreciate what a special thing I'd prepared for him!

Charlie caught my cheek in his palm, and made me look at him. Staring straight into his enchanting baby blue eyes. Heat bloomed on my cheeks. How could I stay mad at him? His attention always made me feel a certain way. That look. The serious one. Full on sploosh, every time.

“I'm sorry, babe. You know how much I like seeing you on all fours. You looked so hot. But I thought you were actually like…” He waved his hands around, patronising in how clearly he was struggling to understand.

“No, it's okay. Thanks for rescuing me. You're my hero.”

The sarcasm was there, but my heart wasn't in it. Charlie ignored it.

“Sorry for not getting it. And sorry for whacking your head. And sorry for shouting.”

I leaned into him, unsure if I wanted to be mad, or cry, or get a hug.

And then his embrace shifted. His hands roamed downwards, exploring the bared skin between my bra and bottoms, before moving over the curves of my bum and hips. I was torn between wanting to curl up into an embarrassed pangolin ball and try to forget everything that had just happened, and the way his touch reignited my lustful urges. So I just stayed there, letting him touch and caress and squeeze me.

He turned my chin up and he kissed me. Hot and heavy, just how mama likes it. I pressed against him, seeking the comfort of his heat and simultaneously brushing my nipples against his chest. Okay. It was on.

I let out a throaty moan when his fingers pushed over my nylon-clad pussy. I pulled back, panting.

“Let's go to the bedroom.”

His gaze was piercing. I couldn't move.

“Wait. I wanna try this.”

I hesitated, wanting the comfort of the mattress, but also touched by his laundry room olive branch. I wanted to try it too. That was kind of the point of it all.

“...Are you sure?”

“Yeah. You went to all this effort. So yeah, I wanna fuck you with your head in the washing machine, I really do.”

The romantic words every woman dreams of hearing. He pulled me in for another wet kiss. I sucked on his tongue like a needy slut. Which I guess I was. This man does things to me.

With a clicking from his knees Charlie stood up, leaving me on the floor. I resisted the urge to throw myself face first against the bulge in his shorts that was now perfectly at head height. He hesitated, and I graciously took charge.

“Go outside, and I'll get back in, and then come help me.”

He grinned at whatever expression was on my face, and then he nodded, and quickly slipped back out into the other room.

I gave myself a quick rub, just to quell the hunger for a few seconds. And then I got back up onto my hands and knees, and crawled back towards the dryer. A few meditative seconds to compose myself.

“Oh no! I think I'm stuck! Won't somebody help me!”

The door opened with a bang. Charlie walked in on me for the second time. But I knew he was going to treat me right this time. I'd seen the outline of his cock straining against his underwear and shorts. The anticipation was real this time.

He put his hand possessively on my bum.

“Well well well. Did you get stuck in the washing machine again?”

I sighed and it echoed around the confined space. But I knew Charlie. He might be slow on the uptake, but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't get a rise out of me that easily.

“Is that you Charlie? Please help me. Don't be a dick or anything.”

“Me? I wouldn't be a dick to my sister-”

“Stepsister!” I quickly interjected.

“Yeah, stepsister. I wouldn't take advantage of her while she was stuck like this.”

He slapped my ass and I jolted. Not being able to see it coming was actually a lot of fun.

“No!” I cried, Shakespeareanly. “Don't! Don't take advantage of me.”

Later on, when I was remembering this day and masturbating furiously to the memory, I would probably have to pretend we were better actors, and had said sexier things. Oh well.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a brat.”

Charlie spanked me again. I moaned, and waggled my arse in anticipation of more. But the next touch was higher up.

Gripping the top of my leggings firmly, he pulled down, slowly. I squirmed at the sensation of air touching my exposed pussy. I could feel how wet I was, and it was getting more intense from this treatment. Being unveiled and exposed to him, while I was practically blind and confined….

He pressed a thick finger against me, and he slid right in, making me gasp in shock. The invading digit probed my insides, making me squirm some more. The air around my head was heating up from my heavy breathing. I was practically gagging for more.

After a minute or two of deliciously rough fingering, he pulled back. I spread my legs a little more, preparing for… whatever he decided was next. Charlie loved teasing me, and he especially loved to eat me out. I closed my eyes, panting, and waited for the tickle of his stubble against my thighs.

My peachy ass got another hard slap instead. Again, I cried out and flinched, but before I could recover and settle back down, he had grabbed a handful of my thick ass and then he shoved his cock into my dripping pussy!

That fucking got me good. The surprise, the slightly painful discomfort of him going straight in, the stinging from the spanking. Fuck it felt good.

I wonder how my scream must have sounded to him, because for me it was deafening. And I wonder what I looked like, folded over and speared from behind. I made a mental note to have him film it next time.

Despite the discomfort and abrupt entry, I must have been absolutely soaking wet down there, because with 3 quick pumps Charlie’s hips were nestled against my ass. He was filling me up so good it was almost overwhelming. His swollen cock was hitting all the right spots: G, H, I, and then some.

While I writhed around and moaned, completely at his mercy, I heard a muffled sucking noise.

“Mmmm. You taste so good stepsis.”

I was ashamed at how visceral my reaction to that was. This was all supposed to be a sexy joke, some fun to spice things up a bit. But for a brief moment I was fully immersed in the ridiculous, taboo roleplay. I couldn't believe that he was tasting my innocent young pussy…

Weight pressed down on my lower back, and then he started to fuck me. It was sloppy and awkward because I was fighting to keep my balance in this stupid pose, but it was perfect. I bucked my hips involuntarily, throwing it back to meet his thrusts. I could feel my ass jiggling, and I know he appreciated it by the way he kept spanking it. That was a healthy relationship right there.

Charlie knew what I wanted next, before the thought even entered my foggy brain. The weight of his hand pushing down on my back lifted, and then I felt something circling my asshole. I stopped moving, and tried to push back up against it. My hands were busy bracing myself so I didn't crack my head on the dryer, or I would have spread my cheeks for him. I know how easy that makes this for him.

He must have wetted his thumb, because the tip easily entered my tighter hole. Any more of it wouldn't be so easy to take, but it didn't matter to me: I was constrained by my own positioning, so it was entirely up to my boyfriend. I just got to enjoy the ride.

Charlie knew that having a finger in my arse makes me go a bit feral, so he didn't waste any time teasing me. It felt like a hook pulling me open and making me quiver for him. Both my holes being stimulated and stretched, while I just had to kneel there and take it, what more could a girl ask for?

The downside of this setup was that neither of us had any hands free, which meant my aching clit was neglected. I longed to rub and relieve some of that building tension, but I couldn't. I longed for Charlie to reach around and flick it for me, but I didn't want him to stop slapping and fingering my ass. So I just wailed and moaned and shook from the force of my man using me like a toy. I moved when he moved me. I took what he gave me. I squeezed tightly around the parts of him that were inside me.

My knees and shoulder were getting sore by the time the rhythm changed. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, I must say. Those poor porn girls earned their paychecks for these sorta scenes, let me tell you.

The slapping sound of Charlie smashing into my thick ass and thighs got louder and it felt more forceful. I clenched up, feeling his cock pulsing inside me. His thumb pushed deeper, and the discomfort was matched by the excitement of what was coming.

With a guttural groan Charlie pounded my wet cunt one last time, and then I felt him spraying molten heat onto my bum and back. My inside were left feeling that melancholic emptiness, but it was nothing compared to the heady rush of being used as a canvas for his hot cum. It felt like he was absolutely covering me. It was so intense. I don't think I'd ever enjoyed his orgasm so much, which was crazy because I couldn't see him, or hear him properly, or even smell his musk. Maybe that was part of it.

Charlie's weight and warmth fell away from me, and I realised just how much I'd been fighting to hold myself steady against the machine surrounding me. I pulled myself free from the sweaty air inside the dryer, and looked back at my lover. The poor thing was bright pink and his eyes were glazed over. I wiggled my hips, and felt the trickling warmth of the glaze he'd just covered me in. He watched me, languid but following my every movement.

I sat back on my heels. I wanted one of us to reach between my legs and make me cum too, I really did! But for some reason I also felt shellshocked, paralysed. For a moment we just stared at each other and panted. It felt like both of us were glowing.

Feeling hot and confined and frisky all of a sudden, I pulled the sports bra over my head, and let my tits spill out of them. It felt better for them to be free, and it felt better for me to watch Charlie's eyes light up with renewed interest.

Next I awkwardly got to my feet, and pulled my leggings down over my ankles from where they'd been bunched up the whole time. They were sticky with the cum that'd run down my back.

I stood up, naked and needy. Charlie watched me in silence, waiting for something. I thought about the sexiest thing I could say to him.

“... Okay big boy, you've put a load on in the washing machine. How about you take your stepsister to the shower and put another load inside her.”

Charlie's eyes sparkled at me, and he smirked, letting me stew in the self-conscious silent seconds that followed.

“Babe, that's the dryer, not the washing machine.”

Effortlessly, he jumped to his feet and caught my wrist as I swung for a big slap. He held onto it, tightly, and let me feel his strength. I squeezed my thighs together and felt weak at the knees.

“Don't worry,” he breathed. “You'll get what's coming to you.”

And then he picked me up, carried me through the apartment, and gave me exactly what I needed.

Friday evening in. No plans. No people hassling me. Just me, some UB40, and a big bowl of pasta. After the bullshit week I'd had, it seemed like perfection. All I wanted to do was sit in my room and watch old TV shows and not have to talk to anyone. The boiling pot of water seemed to gabble happily in agreement, each bubble a burst of encouragement. That or exhaustion was catching up with me and I was going crazy. Who knew.

The kitchen door opened and I shared a roommately nod with Nikki. There were 5 of us in the old townhouse in total, but Nikki was one of only 2 that I actually liked. She had her ‘bitch’ suit on, so she must have only just gotten in from work recently. I'd always been of the opinion that she worked way too hard for people that all sounded like greedy dickhead clowns, but the long days did often mean she pranced around the house in her work clothes all evening. So I got the pleasant surprise of watching her totter around the kitchen in one of those pencil skirts that were always on the verge of tearing at the seams due to her thicc ass. Not something I minded at all.

She sniffed the air curiously.

“Spag bol is it?”

I sighed dramatically, and rolled my eyes at about 40% authentipacity.

“No. It's a short rib ragu, and not some basic bitch meal for plebs. If you don't go low and slow then there's really no point in-”

“Yeah yeah, master chef at it again. Save the bullshit for someone who cares. Whatever it is, it smells good, monsieur ratatouille.”

I turned to look at her properly, intrigued. She was usually much cattier after a long day, and usually much more teasing of my culinary efforts. A true philistine, but at least she was broadly funny and self aware about ut. Getting any compliment at all was definitely out of the ordinary. 

She did have bags under her eyes, but those baby blue orbs seemed bright and focussed. Beneath them a constellation of freckles painted over her cheeks. They made her look younger than she was, but they really suited her. She was pretty when she smiled, and intimidating when she didn't. The rest of her body was pretty much all curves. In her words she was “fully grown”, and in all the right places. 

Face: Cute/10 Personality: Funny but mean/10 Body: Hell yeah/Fuckable

“Listen, when you're done staring at me and trying to think of a witty comeback, I wanted to ask if you're free this evening.”

“Um, yeah. I'm pretty tired, though. Just gonna head upstairs and blob about. Probably not up for going out or anything.”

“Oh no, nothing like that.”

It looked like she was chewing the inside of her lip, thinking intently as she looked at me. Looking me up and down. Something was up with her, this was unheard of levels of shyness. Or whatever it was.

I pointed my wooden spoon at the stovetop. 

“You want some? There's plenty.”

The offer distracted her from her powerfully unknowable feminine musings. She took the wooden spoon from me and tasted the sauce she'd so rudely dismissed earlier. Her mouth latched onto the end of it for a few seconds, and she made a slurping noise that was incredibly sexy if you were the type of guy who was currently going through a dry spell. Which I …. definitely was. 

“Mmmm. Okay. Yeah, that's a fair deal.” 

She waved the spoon at me energetically, like she was casting a spell on me, before handing it back. Her hand slid down and lingered on mine. 

“What's a fair deal?”

“You're gonna help me with something later. And in return I'll let you pay me with some of this short ribbed spag bol. It's a deal.”

“That sounds like you're just taking advantage of me twice…”

“I think you'll enjoy it. Trust me.”

I did a small cartoonish gulp like I was in a noughties sitcom. There was something flirty and promising about her expression that was scrambling my brain a little. It was a side of her I'd not seen before. Or at least not seriously. I liked it. And, not to sound like a simp or someone who was going through a long and arduous dry spell, which I probably wasn't, but I felt warm and excited that she was showing me. She was a good looking woman, fully grown; she could probably have dinner with anyone she wanted. I enjoyed the fact that she chose me.

About 20 minutes later I was sprawled out on one of the dingy sofas our shitheel landlord had so graciously provided for us. A few minutes after that, and Nikki joined me. Disappointingly she had swapped the work skirt for some baggy pajama bottoms, but she'd also apparently swapped her work bra for no bra. Swings and roundabouts then. I tried (unsuccessfully) not to gawp at the outline of her nipples. It took a lot of self control, but I somehow managed to wrestle my mind away from indulgent fantasies of groping her. I had a Piper premonition that this chill evening in wouldn't be as relaxing and sleepy as I'd thought it'd be.

If my grandmas were Italian and also still alive they would have been very proud little nonnas, because the ragu was divine.The sauce was rich and full of flavour, I didn't have to work for the next couple of days, and my hot roommate was hanging out with me. What more could one ask for.

“Wow, this is really good. Like it's actually kind of incredible.”

“I was just thinking that.”

“You know I don't doubt that. You want a blanket?”

“Um, sure.”

I held out a hand to catch it, but Nikki picked the blanket up off the back of the sofa she was on, stood up and then sat down next to me, nudging me along so she could fold her legs underneath her. And then she spread the woolly thing over both of us. Neither of us said anything, and Nikki turned back to look at the TV, which let me quickly sneak in a quick glance down at her tits. As smooth as James Bond. Powerfully perverted thoughts about holding her hand and snuggling raced through my mind. I tried to dislodge the wicked ideas with a short, surreptitious shake of my head. 

Nikki kept checking her phone. She settled in and got comfortable next to me, and seemed casually interested in the TV show, asking questions about the characters and adding snide little comments about their silly dramas and angsts. And we made small talk about work and family and nothing of any importance. I was nervous without knowing why. But every few minutes she would have a quick peek at her phone. I assumed she was expecting a text or something, and didn't comment. But then she flipped her phone towards her one last time and waited, just staring at the home screen. I watched curiously as the display changed to 20:00. With a click of her thumb she took it off silent, put it down on the armrest next to her, and then turned to face me. Her eyes were piercing and wide and bright.

“Hey. Can I suck your dick?”

Ten million nerve endings fired at the same time. My entire adrenaline reserves were dumped into my bloodstream in a microsecond. All the spirits of my ancestors converged upon the sofa to bear witness. 

“Whhaat…?” 

Nikki put one hand on my leg. 

“I'm being serious. It's not a joke, or a trick. You want it or not?”

She squeezed my thigh and moved her hand slowly upwards. Her face was getting closer to mine, too. The air was thick and charged, like a storm was brewing. And there was really only one thing I could say.

“Yeah. Okay.”

Shakespearean, in a way. Suave too.

Nikki’s mouth curved up into a satisfied grin.

“I thought you'd say that.”

She threw the blanket away dramatically, and started to unbuckle my belt, slender fingers shaking almost imperceptibly. She shuffled closer, and I could feel her breath on my cheek. Warm, quick, intoxicating. 

“Have you ever thought about doing this with me? Had one of those famous dreams about me?” she breathed.

“No,” I lied. “ Have you?”

“Eh. Maybe once or twice.”

I was stunned. I had to know what that meant. Had to know if she was serious. But a chain reaction of why and how, and cause and effect tumbled into the forefront of my mind, because there was something obvious and intrusive I needed to say first.

“Wait. Wait!” 

I grabbed her hands as she tried to pull my jeans down.

“Aren't you seeing someone? Connor? Does he…”

“No. We broke up. Turns out he was cheating on me. I found out a couple days ago.”

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I let go of her hands, and helped her pull my jeans down to my ankles. She didn't seem upset, so the guilt and sympathy functions of my brain were easy to override.

“Man, that sucks. He's a fucking idiot.”

“Yup.” 

Nikki hesitated, a flash of shame or nervousness or fear showing on her face. She looked almost apologetic and shy for a moment. And then she pulled on the waistband of my underwear, slowly. I was half hard already, apprehension and surprise to blame for the delay. Nikki smiled and practically purred as she unveiled my cock.

“Oh, good.”

“Good?”

“Yup. I can work with this.”

My cunning repartee stalled and then vanished as she took hold of me. She stroked her thumb over the underside of my erection and held tight as it swelled beneath her palm. 

“Mmm, you have a nice dick.”

The ‘thank you’ never left my lips. A low groan barged past instead, as my roommate started to languidly pump her hand up and down. A shiver ran up my spine. I felt powerless in her grip, and I didn't mind in the slightest.

After a minute or two she paused, licked her lips and grazed at me intently.

“Should I put it in my mouth now?” she whispered teasingly.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak with an even voice.

She shifted around so that she was fully in-between my legs, elbows supporting her weight, and giving me a tiny peak at the shadow of her cleavage. Her dark lips parted and inched closer to my pulsating rod. She stopped just short, eyes flicking between the tip of my cock and my face. 

“Breathe in,” she said, and I obeyed without thinking, drawing in a deep lungful of oxygen. 

I immediately gasped it back out as her mouth engulfed my cock. My eyes went wide and I did half an involuntary abdominal crunch. The warm wet pressure of her tongue was indescribable. 

“Fuck. Nice trick,” I wheezed with genuine admiration.

Nikki winked at me and then slowly slid her pretty lips down my cock. Rhythmically she descended, inching forward and sucking on it before retreating backwards a tiny bit. And then again, and again. It was almost tidal in the ebb and flow. If the tide simultaneously squeezed the beach’s balls as it came in.

I encouraged her, but didn't push her. This was happening for some reason, and I wasn't about to do something stupid like question it or risk putting her off. 

Once she'd painted her saliva most of the way down my shaft, she drew back and took things slow. Almost excruciatingly slow. She watched me the entire time, those bright blue irises locked onto mine, gauging my reaction and using her tongue and soft lips to tease me when I reacted to her ministrations. My heart was pumping hard and fast still, but it looked like she was going to take her time, so after a few minutes I settled in to enjoy the show.

Her phone went off a few times, and though it briefly distracted her attention away from me each time, she didn't seem bothered enough to stop. But she did when it started to ring. I was brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face as she was bobbing up and down when a familiar marimba beat started to play. She stopped and gestured for me to hand the phone over to her. I did, but my curiosity overruled my manners and I read the caller ID.

“It's Connor.”

“Mmmm. Fuck, okay.” 

Nikki looked actively nervous, fidgeting and breathing in and out quickly through pursed lips.

“Do you mind if I take this?”

I blinked like an idiot. Something was going on, but all the blood and the thinking juice was flowing the wrong way at that moment.

“Er, sure.”

Nikki seemed to steel herself before tapping the screen and holding the phone up to her ear. With her other hand she kept wanking me, slowly. The idea of her answering the phone to her recent ex was confusing, but I didn't hate what was happening.

“Oh hey Connor, what's up?”

I could make out the general tone (pissed off) but only about 30% of what he was actually saying. Nikki didn't really react how I expected her to: she didn't raise her voice, she didn't get defensive. She was remarkably calm, and she kept squeezing and stroking my cock with intent. 

“Ohhhh. That's right, I did say I'd meet you there at 8. Oops! I guess I must have forgotten.  … Yeah, I did. You know I did. … I got distracted. Yeah, distracted. … Hmm, probably not. I'm kinda in the middle of something. …  Hey, are you okay if I facetime this cheating scumbag?”

It took an embarrassingly long time for me to realise that that last question was directed at me. It took even longer for me to process what that meant. The tinny voice of her cheating scumbag ex carried on buzzing away indignantly the entire time. Nikki stopped pumping my dick, but she didn't let go of it. I pulsed in her grip, unsure but excited in a very twisted way.

“Are you serious?” I asked, though her expression told me her answer already.

“Yeah. I really fucking am. But you don't have to. It's… It's up to you.”

My reservations, my concern and my indignation were eclipsed by the force of her conviction, and the trashy mixture of lust and fascination with what might happen next.

“Fuck it. Go on then.”

She grinned and it was a feral, almost frightening thing. I distinctly heard Connor ask her what the fuck was going on and who the fuck she was talking to. Nikki was busy holding up her phone in front of her, but she did answer him, in a manner of speaking.

“Hey Connor, I'm gonna facetime you. Pick up and you'll see what I've been doing.”

And with that she started to make overly dramatic sucking noises as she resumed the blowjob with enthusiasm. Obviously she was putting it on for this twisted show, but her stifled moans and wet slurps still turned me on. The back of her phone was pointed at my face, and I felt a flush of anxiety for a few seconds as I stared at the camera lenses, before rationality returned. It was still strange that she was partially blocking my view of what was happening, and yet it felt so crystal clear and erotic as a scene. 

It was obvious when Connor connected to the video call, because he exploded in outrage and curses. There was lots of shouting, lots of calling Nikki a bitch and a cunt and a whore, and plenty of outraged demands. There was some small part of me that agreed with his anger, because she was using me, and while I guess she hadn't actively lied to me, she hadn't told me about her deranged little revenge porn plot before tricking me halfway into it. I should have been annoyed or angry or at least supremely uncomfortable. But it was difficult to care about any of that. She might be a manipulative little vixen, but she was currently doing her best to force my cock into her throat. You can't argue with that. I wasn't to blame for my actions! It felt fucking sinful and wickedly addictive.

Eventually Nikki spat my cock out of her mouth with a gagging splutter. Her eyes were watering. 

“Holy shit, it's so fucking big.”

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic delivery of the line, but I still felt heat bloom in my core at her words. 

She took hold of my cock, glistening with her saliva, and slapped it against her cheek. My whole body jerked at the sensation. She let out a slutty little giggle, and then she started shittalking her ex.

I'm not sure how she'd thought this whole thing would go when she planned it, but it did quickly devolve into a shouty, drama-filled argument. It was messy. It certainly wasn't classy. 

I did enjoy being referred to as a ‘real man’ and I enjoyed the way she kept wanking me with either her hands or her mouth as they bickered. Again, I felt incredibly fucking trashy for enjoying it as much as I did, and being a willing participant. 

It lasted way longer than I thought it would. In fact it was Nikki expressing that sentiment that caused the whole thing to end.

She sucked the top of my cock into her mouth and jerked her whole head up and down on it while Connor shouted at her. Then he stopped, and I assumed he'd had enough and had hung up, but Nikki kept staring at her phone. After a few seconds of impaling herself on my shaft she paused, and then pulled back, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What, are you just gonna sit there and watch me suck someone else's dick all night, you cheating little cuck?”

Apparently he wasn't, because that's when the *bloop* disconnecting sound came out of the phone, and it was suddenly just us two again. 

Nikki was triumphant, laughing in an ugly way at her victory. She kept her phone tilted towards her, and I was flabbergasted when I heard the shutter sound of her taking a few slut selfies with my hard cock pressed to and then inside her messy face. I was annoyed at how much that turned me on still, and I was annoyed that she had used me. And most of all I was annoyed that she had done all of that and was stopping to snap some mementos. So I grabbed her phone and tossed it onto the floor beside us. 

Nikki at least had the decency to look guilty, but that only spurred me on. She opened her mouth to say something, and to her credit it sounded like it might have been the start of an apology.

“Okay that was- Oh, shit!”

Her squeal as I pulled on her hair was deeply satisfying.

“I didn't tell you to stop.”

There was a moment where it all could have exploded in a very unpleasant and dangerous way. But I think I had the measure of her, and I think we had the same thing on our mind. We were both twisted perverts, and we both enjoyed that whole thing far too much for healthy, nice people. Theoretically I was crossing a line, but my gut told me she wanted it. I gave a short tug on the fistful of hair. And she immediately followed the direction, and attacked my cock once again.

She'd started off slow, probably to waste time until Connor had lost patience waiting for her. And then she'd done an exaggerated, over the top pornstar performance. But now she gave it her all, earnestly sucking me off as deep and fast as she could.

Her throat made obscene ‘gluk gluk gluk’ sounds, and her fingers were frantically squeezing the base of my hard cock, doing her best to pleasure the entire thing as she slobbered over the rest. Her other hand clamped down onto my thigh, pressing hard and urgent. Her eyes were unsteady, starting to glaze over and lose focus. But the hunger inside never dimmed. She didn't slow down, not even for a second.

I became acutely aware that we hadn't fully closed the door, and that one of our housemates might walk past at any moment. They might have already done so, might have heard her lurid provocations on the phone. I didn't care, and clearly neither did Nikki.

Pressure built quickly, and I didn't have a shred of self control left in me. The dam was going to break soon, and didn't warn Nikki. I didn't think she needed or wanted such a thing, and I definitely didn't think she deserved it. The idea and mental image of flooding her mouth and her throat with hot cum only made me rush towards it faster. I groaned like an animal, and my hips thrust up off the sofa to ram my cock into her sloppy, velvety mouth again and again.

One last guttural moan heralded my climax and a flood of cum inside her. I let go of her hair as the first blast left my cock, but she buried her face down onto me without being forced to. She kept sucking and pushing her tongue, milking my shuddering body as a euphoric static washed over me. Her muffled gulping was music to my ears.

Best blowjob of my life.

After catching my breath I looked down at her and found she was staring at me, waiting for my attention to land back on her. The shadows and the lingering fog of ecstacy made it seem like her eyes were rimmed with an almost supernatural, Cleopatrae-sque kohl. Like she could see right through me. Slowly, ever so slowly, she straightened up. With sensuous pride she opened her mouth to show me her pink tongue and pale teeth. It was like the spirit of a pornstar had possessed her again, and she had to show me proof that she'd swallowed it all. Every last drop. 

“Fuck,” I whispered involuntarily.

Nikki blinked three times in short succession. She put her hands on my legs and used them to push herself up to a slumped sitting position next to me. She didn't seem steady. We stayed like that for seconds that stretched out into indistinct minutes. The silence had some tension to it, but exhaustion and satisfaction tinged it too. Or at least it did from my end. I had no idea what she was thinking at that moment. 

Before I could start to think straight again, and start to worry that I/we had ruined our shared living space, she looked sideways at me and laughed shyly. Or manicly. Her expression was still sultry and hungry, but there was some other force at conflict in her then. One hand snaked its way underneath her pajamas. She was clearly rubbing herself, but she cleared her throat and started talking as if she hadn't noticed.

“Okay. Okay. So that was fucking crazy. In a good way. I'm sorry for kind of springing it on you but… I don't know. Fuck. Anyway, I'm so fucking horny right now, so please don't move. I really want to fuck you, but I don't think that would be a good idea. Maybe. I don't know. It's just complicated. You know, like really complicated. And I just got out of a thing. So it's probably not a good idea, you know what I mean?”

I absolutely did not know what she meant, but also I only had about 4 working brain cells left. Even if she wasn't gabbling nervously I wouldn't have been able to process what had happened, and what more of it might mean. I did want more. I wanted all of her, and I wanted to kneel before her and make her cum just like she'd done for me. You know, feminism and all that. And I fully understood just how ‘really complicated’ it was. So I nodded. But I wasn't prepared to let her leave without at least trying.

“Are you sure?”

She closed her eyes and groaned and hummed at the same time.

“No, I'm not.”

“I can -”

“No. I know. But not today. I'm gonna go. To my room. Alone.”

The pouty way she said it made it laughable obvious just how enthusiastic she was about her decision. I smirked at her and she blushed and gave me the finger. This was a woman who'd just sucked the soul out of me with supreme confidence and magnetism. And with a snap the tables had turned. With absolute certainty I knew she was going to go to her room and use whatever toys she had hidden away in there to fuck herself silly. We both knew. What else was there to say?

I swung myself up to a sitting position, pulled my crumpled jeans up, and tucked my softening cock away. And then I gave Nikki a little wave.

“Goodnight then. See you tomorrow.”

She gave me the finger again, but this one glistened with her own juices. And then, with one last smoldering stare she walked away.

Friday evening in. No plans. No people hassling me. Just me, some UB40, and a big bowl of pasta. After the bullshit week I'd had, it seemed like perfection. All I wanted to do was sit in my room and watch old TV shows and not have to talk to anyone. The boiling pot of water seemed to gabble happily in agreement, each bubble a burst of encouragement. That or exhaustion was catching up with me and I was going crazy. Who knew.

The kitchen door opened and I shared a roommately nod with Nikki. There were 5 of us in the old townhouse in total, but Nikki was one of only 2 that I actually liked. She had her ‘bitch’ suit on, so she must have only just gotten in from work recently. I'd always been of the opinion that she worked way too hard for people that all sounded like greedy dickhead clowns, but the long days did often mean she pranced around the house in her work clothes all evening. So I got the pleasant surprise of watching her totter around the kitchen in one of those pencil skirts that were always on the verge of tearing at the seams due to her thicc ass. Not something I minded at all.

She sniffed the air curiously.

“Spag bol is it?”

I sighed dramatically, and rolled my eyes at about 40% authentipacity.

“No. It's a short rib ragu, and not some basic bitch meal for plebs. If you don't go low and slow then there's really no point in-”

“Yeah yeah, master chef at it again. Save the bullshit for someone who cares. Whatever it is, it smells good, monsieur ratatouille.”

I turned to look at her properly, intrigued. She was usually much cattier after a long day, and usually much more teasing of my culinary efforts. A true philistine, but at least she was broadly funny and self aware about ut. Getting any compliment at all was definitely out of the ordinary. 

She did have bags under her eyes, but those baby blue orbs seemed bright and focussed. Beneath them a constellation of freckles painted over her cheeks. They made her look younger than she was, but they really suited her. She was pretty when she smiled, and intimidating when she didn't. The rest of her body was pretty much all curves. In her words she was “fully grown”, and in all the right places. 

Face: Cute/10 Personality: Funny but mean/10 Body: Hell yeah/Fuckable

“Listen, when you're done staring at me and trying to think of a witty comeback, I wanted to ask if you're free this evening.”

“Um, yeah. I'm pretty tired, though. Just gonna head upstairs and blob about. Probably not up for going out or anything.”

“Oh no, nothing like that.”

It looked like she was chewing the inside of her lip, thinking intently as she looked at me. Looking me up and down. Something was up with her, this was unheard of levels of shyness. Or whatever it was.

I pointed my wooden spoon at the stovetop. 

“You want some? There's plenty.”

The offer distracted her from her powerfully unknowable feminine musings. She took the wooden spoon from me and tasted the sauce she'd so rudely dismissed earlier. Her mouth latched onto the end of it for a few seconds, and she made a slurping noise that was incredibly sexy if you were the type of guy who was currently going through a dry spell. Which I …. definitely was. 

“Mmmm. Okay. Yeah, that's a fair deal.” 

She waved the spoon at me energetically, like she was casting a spell on me, before handing it back. Her hand slid down and lingered on mine. 

“What's a fair deal?”

“You're gonna help me with something later. And in return I'll let you pay me with some of this short ribbed spag bol. It's a deal.”

“That sounds like you're just taking advantage of me twice…”

“I think you'll enjoy it. Trust me.”

I did a small cartoonish gulp like I was in a noughties sitcom. There was something flirty and promising about her expression that was scrambling my brain a little. It was a side of her I'd not seen before. Or at least not seriously. I liked it. And, not to sound like a simp or someone who was going through a long and arduous dry spell, which I probably wasn't, but I felt warm and excited that she was showing me. She was a good looking woman, fully grown; she could probably have dinner with anyone she wanted. I enjoyed the fact that she chose me.

About 20 minutes later I was sprawled out on one of the dingy sofas our shitheel landlord had so graciously provided for us. A few minutes after that, and Nikki joined me. Disappointingly she had swapped the work skirt for some baggy pajama bottoms, but she'd also apparently swapped her work bra for no bra. Swings and roundabouts then. I tried (unsuccessfully) not to gawp at the outline of her nipples. It took a lot of self control, but I somehow managed to wrestle my mind away from indulgent fantasies of groping her. I had a Piper premonition that this chill evening in wouldn't be as relaxing and sleepy as I'd thought it'd be.

If my grandmas were Italian and also still alive they would have been very proud little nonnas, because the ragu was divine.The sauce was rich and full of flavour, I didn't have to work for the next couple of days, and my hot roommate was hanging out with me. What more could one ask for.

“Wow, this is really good. Like it's actually kind of incredible.”

“I was just thinking that.”

“You know I don't doubt that. You want a blanket?”

“Um, sure.”

I held out a hand to catch it, but Nikki picked the blanket up off the back of the sofa she was on, stood up and then sat down next to me, nudging me along so she could fold her legs underneath her. And then she spread the woolly thing over both of us. Neither of us said anything, and Nikki turned back to look at the TV, which let me quickly sneak in a quick glance down at her tits. As smooth as James Bond. Powerfully perverted thoughts about holding her hand and snuggling raced through my mind. I tried to dislodge the wicked ideas with a short, surreptitious shake of my head. 

Nikki kept checking her phone. She settled in and got comfortable next to me, and seemed casually interested in the TV show, asking questions about the characters and adding snide little comments about their silly dramas and angsts. And we made small talk about work and family and nothing of any importance. I was nervous without knowing why. But every few minutes she would have a quick peek at her phone. I assumed she was expecting a text or something, and didn't comment. But then she flipped her phone towards her one last time and waited, just staring at the home screen. I watched curiously as the display changed to 20:00. With a click of her thumb she took it off silent, put it down on the armrest next to her, and then turned to face me. Her eyes were piercing and wide and bright.

“Hey. Can I suck your dick?”

Ten million nerve endings fired at the same time. My entire adrenaline reserves were dumped into my bloodstream in a microsecond. All the spirits of my ancestors converged upon the sofa to bear witness. 

“Whhaat…?” 

Nikki put one hand on my leg. 

“I'm being serious. It's not a joke, or a trick. You want it or not?”

She squeezed my thigh and moved her hand slowly upwards. Her face was getting closer to mine, too. The air was thick and charged, like a storm was brewing. And there was really only one thing I could say.

“Yeah. Okay.”

Shakespearean, in a way. Suave too.

Nikki’s mouth curved up into a satisfied grin.

“I thought you'd say that.”

She threw the blanket away dramatically, and started to unbuckle my belt, slender fingers shaking almost imperceptibly. She shuffled closer, and I could feel her breath on my cheek. Warm, quick, intoxicating. 

“Have you ever thought about doing this with me? Had one of those famous dreams about me?” she breathed.

“No,” I lied. “ Have you?”

“Eh. Maybe once or twice.”

I was stunned. I had to know what that meant. Had to know if she was serious. But a chain reaction of why and how, and cause and effect tumbled into the forefront of my mind, because there was something obvious and intrusive I needed to say first.

“Wait. Wait!” 

I grabbed her hands as she tried to pull my jeans down.

“Aren't you seeing someone? Connor? Does he…”

“No. We broke up. Turns out he was cheating on me. I found out a couple days ago.”

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I let go of her hands, and helped her pull my jeans down to my ankles. She didn't seem upset, so the guilt and sympathy functions of my brain were easy to override.

“Man, that sucks. He's a fucking idiot.”

“Yup.” 

Nikki hesitated, a flash of shame or nervousness or fear showing on her face. She looked almost apologetic and shy for a moment. And then she pulled on the waistband of my underwear, slowly. I was half hard already, apprehension and surprise to blame for the delay. Nikki smiled and practically purred as she unveiled my cock.

“Oh, good.”

“Good?”

“Yup. I can work with this.”

My cunning repartee stalled and then vanished as she took hold of me. She stroked her thumb over the underside of my erection and held tight as it swelled beneath her palm. 

“Mmm, you have a nice dick.”

The ‘thank you’ never left my lips. A low groan barged past instead, as my roommate started to languidly pump her hand up and down. A shiver ran up my spine. I felt powerless in her grip, and I didn't mind in the slightest.

After a minute or two she paused, licked her lips and grazed at me intently.

“Should I put it in my mouth now?” she whispered teasingly.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak with an even voice.

She shifted around so that she was fully in-between my legs, elbows supporting her weight, and giving me a tiny peak at the shadow of her cleavage. Her dark lips parted and inched closer to my pulsating rod. She stopped just short, eyes flicking between the tip of my cock and my face. 

“Breathe in,” she said, and I obeyed without thinking, drawing in a deep lungful of oxygen. 

I immediately gasped it back out as her mouth engulfed my cock. My eyes went wide and I did half an involuntary abdominal crunch. The warm wet pressure of her tongue was indescribable. 

“Fuck. Nice trick,” I wheezed with genuine admiration.

Nikki winked at me and then slowly slid her pretty lips down my cock. Rhythmically she descended, inching forward and sucking on it before retreating backwards a tiny bit. And then again, and again. It was almost tidal in the ebb and flow. If the tide simultaneously squeezed the beach’s balls as it came in.

I encouraged her, but didn't push her. This was happening for some reason, and I wasn't about to do something stupid like question it or risk putting her off. 

Once she'd painted her saliva most of the way down my shaft, she drew back and took things slow. Almost excruciatingly slow. She watched me the entire time, those bright blue irises locked onto mine, gauging my reaction and using her tongue and soft lips to tease me when I reacted to her ministrations. My heart was pumping hard and fast still, but it looked like she was going to take her time, so after a few minutes I settled in to enjoy the show.

Her phone went off a few times, and though it briefly distracted her attention away from me each time, she didn't seem bothered enough to stop. But she did when it started to ring. I was brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face as she was bobbing up and down when a familiar marimba beat started to play. She stopped and gestured for me to hand the phone over to her. I did, but my curiosity overruled my manners and I read the caller ID.

“It's Connor.”

“Mmmm. Fuck, okay.” 

Nikki looked actively nervous, fidgeting and breathing in and out quickly through pursed lips.

“Do you mind if I take this?”

I blinked like an idiot. Something was going on, but all the blood and the thinking juice was flowing the wrong way at that moment.

“Er, sure.”

Nikki seemed to steel herself before tapping the screen and holding the phone up to her ear. With her other hand she kept wanking me, slowly. The idea of her answering the phone to her recent ex was confusing, but I didn't hate what was happening.

“Oh hey Connor, what's up?”

I could make out the general tone (pissed off) but only about 30% of what he was actually saying. Nikki didn't really react how I expected her to: she didn't raise her voice, she didn't get defensive. She was remarkably calm, and she kept squeezing and stroking my cock with intent. 

“Ohhhh. That's right, I did say I'd meet you there at 8. Oops! I guess I must have forgotten.  … Yeah, I did. You know I did. … I got distracted. Yeah, distracted. … Hmm, probably not. I'm kinda in the middle of something. …  Hey, are you okay if I facetime this cheating scumbag?”

It took an embarrassingly long time for me to realise that that last question was directed at me. It took even longer for me to process what that meant. The tinny voice of her cheating scumbag ex carried on buzzing away indignantly the entire time. Nikki stopped pumping my dick, but she didn't let go of it. I pulsed in her grip, unsure but excited in a very twisted way.

“Are you serious?” I asked, though her expression told me her answer already.

“Yeah. I really fucking am. But you don't have to. It's… It's up to you.”

My reservations, my concern and my indignation were eclipsed by the force of her conviction, and the trashy mixture of lust and fascination with what might happen next.

“Fuck it. Go on then.”

She grinned and it was a feral, almost frightening thing. I distinctly heard Connor ask her what the fuck was going on and who the fuck she was talking to. Nikki was busy holding up her phone in front of her, but she did answer him, in a manner of speaking.

“Hey Connor, I'm gonna facetime you. Pick up and you'll see what I've been doing.”

And with that she started to make overly dramatic sucking noises as she resumed the blowjob with enthusiasm. Obviously she was putting it on for this twisted show, but her stifled moans and wet slurps still turned me on. The back of her phone was pointed at my face, and I felt a flush of anxiety for a few seconds as I stared at the camera lenses, before rationality returned. It was still strange that she was partially blocking my view of what was happening, and yet it felt so crystal clear and erotic as a scene. 

It was obvious when Connor connected to the video call, because he exploded in outrage and curses. There was lots of shouting, lots of calling Nikki a bitch and a cunt and a whore, and plenty of outraged demands. There was some small part of me that agreed with his anger, because she was using me, and while I guess she hadn't actively lied to me, she hadn't told me about her deranged little revenge porn plot before tricking me halfway into it. I should have been annoyed or angry or at least supremely uncomfortable. But it was difficult to care about any of that. She might be a manipulative little vixen, but she was currently doing her best to force my cock into her throat. You can't argue with that. I wasn't to blame for my actions! It felt fucking sinful and wickedly addictive.

Eventually Nikki spat my cock out of her mouth with a gagging splutter. Her eyes were watering. 

“Holy shit, it's so fucking big.”

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic delivery of the line, but I still felt heat bloom in my core at her words. 

She took hold of my cock, glistening with her saliva, and slapped it against her cheek. My whole body jerked at the sensation. She let out a slutty little giggle, and then she started shittalking her ex.

I'm not sure how she'd thought this whole thing would go when she planned it, but it did quickly devolve into a shouty, drama-filled argument. It was messy. It certainly wasn't classy. 

I did enjoy being referred to as a ‘real man’ and I enjoyed the way she kept wanking me with either her hands or her mouth as they bickered. Again, I felt incredibly fucking trashy for enjoying it as much as I did, and being a willing participant. 

It lasted way longer than I thought it would. In fact it was Nikki expressing that sentiment that caused the whole thing to end.

She sucked the top of my cock into her mouth and jerked her whole head up and down on it while Connor shouted at her. Then he stopped, and I assumed he'd had enough and had hung up, but Nikki kept staring at her phone. After a few seconds of impaling herself on my shaft she paused, and then pulled back, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What, are you just gonna sit there and watch me suck someone else's dick all night, you cheating little cuck?”

Apparently he wasn't, because that's when the *bloop* disconnecting sound came out of the phone, and it was suddenly just us two again. 

Nikki was triumphant, laughing in an ugly way at her victory. She kept her phone tilted towards her, and I was flabbergasted when I heard the shutter sound of her taking a few slut selfies with my hard cock pressed to and then inside her messy face. I was annoyed at how much that turned me on still, and I was annoyed that she had used me. And most of all I was annoyed that she had done all of that and was stopping to snap some mementos. So I grabbed her phone and tossed it onto the floor beside us. 

Nikki at least had the decency to look guilty, but that only spurred me on. She opened her mouth to say something, and to her credit it sounded like it might have been the start of an apology.

“Okay that was- Oh, shit!”

Her squeal as I pulled on her hair was deeply satisfying.

“I didn't tell you to stop.”

There was a moment where it all could have exploded in a very unpleasant and dangerous way. But I think I had the measure of her, and I think we had the same thing on our mind. We were both twisted perverts, and we both enjoyed that whole thing far too much for healthy, nice people. Theoretically I was crossing a line, but my gut told me she wanted it. I gave a short tug on the fistful of hair. And she immediately followed the direction, and attacked my cock once again.

She'd started off slow, probably to waste time until Connor had lost patience waiting for her. And then she'd done an exaggerated, over the top pornstar performance. But now she gave it her all, earnestly sucking me off as deep and fast as she could.

Her throat made obscene ‘gluk gluk gluk’ sounds, and her fingers were frantically squeezing the base of my hard cock, doing her best to pleasure the entire thing as she slobbered over the rest. Her other hand clamped down onto my thigh, pressing hard and urgent. Her eyes were unsteady, starting to glaze over and lose focus. But the hunger inside never dimmed. She didn't slow down, not even for a second.

I became acutely aware that we hadn't fully closed the door, and that one of our housemates might walk past at any moment. They might have already done so, might have heard her lurid provocations on the phone. I didn't care, and clearly neither did Nikki.

Pressure built quickly, and I didn't have a shred of self control left in me. The dam was going to break soon, and didn't warn Nikki. I didn't think she needed or wanted such a thing, and I definitely didn't think she deserved it. The idea and mental image of flooding her mouth and her throat with hot cum only made me rush towards it faster. I groaned like an animal, and my hips thrust up off the sofa to ram my cock into her sloppy, velvety mouth again and again.

One last guttural moan heralded my climax and a flood of cum inside her. I let go of her hair as the first blast left my cock, but she buried her face down onto me without being forced to. She kept sucking and pushing her tongue, milking my shuddering body as a euphoric static washed over me. Her muffled gulping was music to my ears.

Best blowjob of my life.

After catching my breath I looked down at her and found she was staring at me, waiting for my attention to land back on her. The shadows and the lingering fog of ecstacy made it seem like her eyes were rimmed with an almost supernatural, Cleopatrae-sque kohl. Like she could see right through me. Slowly, ever so slowly, she straightened up. With sensuous pride she opened her mou