by Mack Collins
“Don’t let me disturb your conversation, continue talking,” he urged, as he covered my breasts with his huge hands, cupping them through the fabric. I wanted to moan I wanted to rip off my clothing, but I did not.
His hand moved in small circular motions over my breasts massaging them, as I spoke to Mike. As he teased and fondled my breasts the words became harder and harder to say. I struggled to control myself. I did not want Mike to hear what was happening. Closing my eyes, I tried to take silent deep breaths as Joey literally tortured me.
“Oh God Mike!” I moaned breathlessly as Joey hot wet tongue made contact with the nape of my neck.
“What?” Mike asked laughing.
“Oh God, I can’t wait to go out to dinner,” I managed to cover up what I was doing.
Joey instantly spun me around to face him, upon hearing Mike’s name. He had a surprised look on his face. He must have been wondering why Mike and I were going out. He immediately grabbed the phone out of my hand, and placed the call on hold for a brief moment.
“You and Mike?” He asked with a curious look on his face.
“It’s just dinner. We’re just having dinner,” I shot back defensively. I had an idea as to what he may have been thinking and so I tried to explain to him how Mike and I had ran into each other at the fast food outlet and how he had invited me to go out to dinner with him on the weekend.
After listening to my story, Joey gave a little sigh which was soon followed by a devious little grin. “I came here to pleasure you, considering the fact that the last time was pretty rough, I wanted to show you exactly how I can do you baby,” he said giving me a soft kiss on my lips. His kiss was gentler than it had been during our previous encounter.
“Now since you’re just talking to Mike go ahead. Talk to him sweetheart,” he had an almost threatening tone of voice, I was unsure whether he was upset or indifferent about the whole thing. I quickly took hold of my phone from him, and came up with a lie about how my phone had a problem with the service and so I was having difficulty hearing him.
Mike seemed very understanding and did not seem to be really bothered by the brief moment of silence. Joey had left my side and I searched the room for him frantically. I did not want him to leave, I knew that my conversation with Mike would be over soon and I would definitely want to explore all what Joey had planned for me. I wanted to feel his tongue all over my body, pleasuring me, like his hand had never done before. Minutes later, I saw him walking towards me, dragging my small plastic chair behind him. He had a wicked little smile as he dropped the chair behind me.
“Sit down on here. Relax. Take a load of,” he whispered, instructing me to have a seat and proceeding to assist me onto the chair. All the while Mike was on the phone with me. I was hoping and praying that he could not hear Joey’s voice in the background.
I did not want to protest too much for fear that Mike would hear me, so I quietly sat onto the chair, looking Joey directly in the eye.
Mike was still on the phone talking about how he really enjoyed lunch with me and was heavily anticipating seeing me again, this time for dinner.
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as Joey parted my legs, from one side of the chair to the next. He gave me an intense look before he began stroking the insides of my tights with his finger. Soon he worked his way upwards, all the way to my temple of delight. He tugged unto the sides of my underwear, as he maintained the intense gaze that he had. My legs shook from the pressure of trying to control myself.
“Oh YEAH!” I moaned almost suddenly as his fingers made contact with my tender flesh. He was now probing the insides of my pussy with his index finger pulling gently unto my clitoris, softly massaging it, rubbing his finger, over and around it gently.
I closed my eyes, trying hard to concentrate on providing straight answers to Mike’s questions as we spoke. Again, there was another sudden movement on Joey’s part; he had thrust two of his fingers inside my moist wet pussy, flicking them back and forth inside my slit, causing me to almost moan out.
“Continue talking,” He ordered in a very low seductive tone of voice, just when I was about to end the call with Mike. He was really getting a thrill from seeing me desperate, trying to maintain my composure.
I tried hard to continue talking and maintain a straight face. I did not want Mike to hear anything that would make him suspicious of me and ruin any chance that I could have had with him. I almost let out another moan as I felt Joey’s tongue capture my clitoris, gently pulling against with his teeth. His tongue soon left my clit and he worked his way down to my slit, licking my tender moist flesh as she went along.
Up and down his tongue went, licking almost every inch of my wet pussy. His tongue was hot and full of passion. He propped my legs further as he used his tongue to spread the lips of my pussy, sucking on the flesh while closing his eyes and making soft pleasurable sounds. He was sucking onto my flesh with such vigor, such charisma, it was almost like a lion that had captured its prey and was now indulging upon it.
I gripped onto the sides of the small plastic chair firmly as Joey increased the pleasure by penetrating my pussy with two of his fingers, then a third finger followed. It was becoming harder and harder to control my mouth, I was panting a little too loud over the phone. Mike was beginning to sound worried, asking me if something was wrong. I tried answering his questions in a firm affirmative tone of voice, assuring him that all was well with me, but I could tell that he did not believe me.
Finally when I’d had enough, I lied and told him that I was cleaning my apartment, moving some heavy boxes around and I would call him back as soon as I got done. My words seemed to put his mind at ease, because he was very understanding and apologized for keeping me long.
“Call me when you get done,” he said before the two of us ended our conversation. I looked down at Joey; I could not see his face, just the back of his head, moving rapidly as he sucked my pussy. Now that I was no longer on the phone, I let out a loud prolonged moan that had been pent up inside of me from the time, Joey started pleasuring me.
Joey took my moan as motivation and he began sucking my clitoris harder and harder sucking the juices that were covering his fingers.
“Delicious,” he said licking his lips, sucking his cum drenched fingers.
“I don’t want you going out with Mike,” he said in a firm tone of voice, while locking gazes with me as if making sure that he brought his point across.
“Why I thought you like Mike?” I asked curiously.
“Because I’m a greedy guy, and I don’t like sharing,” with that he gave my pussy a long succulent lick.
“Really,” I managed to moan, “I-I…I’m not doing anything with HIM,” I closed my eyes and let out another loud moan, as Joey plunged his tongue deep down into the slit of my pussy one last time.
“Oh God, Oh God!” I moaned breathless, trying to grip hard unto the arm rest of the chair, moving my body around as he gripped firmly unto my thighs trying to keep my body steady. I panted and took several deep breaths, the intensity was building up and he was relentless with his licking and sucking. It was like he was indulging in his favorite desert, he made several pleasurable sounds as he licked and sucked my pussy. Flicking his tongue in and out of the slit of my pussy, while he used his index finger to massage and stimulate my clitoris.
“OH JOEY!” I moaned even louder than before, locking my fingers in his silky hair, pulling his face harder unto my moist flesh.
Joey did not protest, but sucked my pussy like an expert, a master at cunnilingus. I threw my head back and let out a series of loud moans, as tiny spasms gripped my body. The sensation that I felt seemed to be out of this world. He was licking and sucking my flesh, with such precision such care, that I forgot about Mike and the only thing that mattered in that moment was summiting my climax. My legs twisted and jerked forward involuntarily as my body heaved against that chair.
“OH Joey, I’m coming…” I cried out. It seemed surreal; I
let out a loud, prolonged moan as I reached my climax.
Joey did not pull away instead he licked off most of my juices, until I actually was pushing his mouth away from my tender pussy. I would have literally gone insane if he had continued licking my wetness.
He pulled back straightening up.
“Now it’s my turn,” I said giving him a faint little smile. With that I took hold of the bulge in his pants and pulled him in closer to me. He looked down at me with a wicked little smile on his broad masculine face.
He let out some air as I slowly unzipped his pants. I unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop down to the floor. His underwear soon followed exposing his fully erect dick.
“Yummy,” I moaned taking his dick in my hand and stroking it gently with one hand. His body tensed up as his penis throbbed, getting harder and harder as I tightened my grip on it.
I released him for a brief minute standing to my feet and instructing him to sit in the chair where I had once sat. He did not hesitate; he sat on the chair opening his legs wide, with his dick standing upright at attention. His dick was the longest, biggest dick I had ever seen in my entire life.
Without wasting much time, I brought my lips down to meet his huge erection taking him into my hungry mouth, sucking his dick hard. He groaned as I gave his dick a series of long succulent sucks, sucking upwards from the base of his penis to the round head at the top, flicking my tongue over and around the head. He groaned even louder telling me to suck the whole thing deep down inside my mouth.
He seemed to like deep throat, he was actually holding onto the back of my head and shoving his dick almost viciously deep down into my mouth. I could feel his long dick hitting the back of my mouth. He licked his lips as he continued to shove his long dick, deeper and harder inside my mouth.
“I want you to suck it until my juices shoot out and down your throat,” he commanded gripping firmly to the back of my head as he moved his dick in and out of my mouth, causing me to gag even at certain times.
I was almost at the point where I was about to yell, “Stop! Stop!” to him when he released me from his firm grasp. I pulled away and took a deep breath, released to be set free. His dick was so big, that I was actually a little fearful, what if I were to choke on his huge cock?
Soon I continued to suck his cock, taking it in and out my mouth, he moaned out in the delirium of the moment pushing his head back as my tongue pleasured him, inch by inch.
Just when I thought that he was about to cum, he pulled back. “No, no, no. I need to feel that pussy on my dick,” he whispered in a husky voice. He used his hands to help me off my knees from where I had been kneeling delivering his blowjob. His dick was standing upright and he helped me unto his. I mounted his huge dick with every intention of riding it so hard, that he would literally be begging me to stop.
I plummeted my pussy onto his dick, working my way up and down his long shaft, causing him to groan out in ecstasy calling out my name as I rode his dick with my wet pussy. He gripped firmly unto my ass cheeks as he rocked my pussy viciously against his erection. I moaned out, in delirium.
He had changed the tables on me, with a swift movement. I was no longer in control of my movements he was the one rocking my pussy against his cock. His strong mighty arms hoisted my pussy, causing it to move up and down on his long dick. He was groaning out and eventually I heard him calling out my name. Surprisingly he was not obscene with me instead he was very gentle, letting me know that he was really enjoying the ride, and even saying that I was the best he had ever had. I wondered whether he was telling the truth or just saying things that he thought I would probably have really liked hearing.
I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth determined to get him to cum before I did. I found his nipples and rubbed my index finger against it, pinching it lightly as I rode his dick. I had found his secret g-spot, he could hardly control himself, and he was panting and breathing heavy, as I worked my wet pussy up and down his huge cock. Suddenly he changed his technique and was now giving me several mighty upwards thrusts heaving his body from the bed as he penetrated my pussy over and over again.
“Oh FUCK!” I shrieked as he ruptured my pussy with his massive rod. I did not know how to get him to slow down, and I was not quite sure that I wanted him to slow down.
“Oh God Joey, destroy that FUCKING pussy,” I blurted out, losing myself in the ecstasy of the moment.
He gave me a wicked little grin, “as you wish,” he groaned his voice deep and husky.
He served me with a series of hard upwards thrusts, while the palm of his hand rendered several hard smacks that echoed through the somewhat quiet room. All that could be heard in the room was the sound of us moaning and enjoying each other’s bodies and the sound of the chair jerking forward and backwards, squeaking against the tiled floor.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum…” he groaned as he closed his eyes, and increased the momentum of his thrusts giving me several harder more rapid thrust that sent my body upwards viciously. Harder and harder he penetrated my pussy, until he let out a loud thunderous groan as he delivered a finally mighty thrust. With that he exploded his load of hot cum inside my pussy.
I too let out a loud moan as I reached my climax a few seconds after him. Our cum collided and then slipped out of my pussy slowly dripping onto his exhausted dick. We were now trying to catch our breath and calm down from our heated moment of pure pleasure.
“I’m telling you sweetheart, I’m started to really enjoy this,” he confessed with a little smirk on his face.
“Tell me about it, you keep fucking me like that and I may just get a new addiction,” I replied winking at him.
He knew all too well what I meant. The nights that Suzie and I had spent at his bar, drinking and having fun, he knew that I had a little addiction to booze, and he knew how I could get when I found a drink that I really enjoyed. I doubted that he would want me to get addicted to him. My addictions were intense and hard to break and get rid of and he knew that.
CHAPTER FOUR
The week went by almost too fast, and soon the weekend was upon me. I had a busy weekend, between my date on Friday evening with Mike and my date on Saturday evening with Mr. Alec Strong I would have my hands full.
As I left my final class for the day, I headed to the college food court to meet up with Suzie. She had a part time job at the food court like me, and we would always use our working hours to meet up and chat about the events of the day.
“Here comes the lady of the day,” Suzie teased from behind the Kung Fu Panda booth where she worked.
I ignored her smart little statement and made my way to the back through the side door, quickly putting on my apron, hair net and gloves. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, reading the huge sign on the wall that said.
FIRST RULE OF SERVICE WASH YOUR HANDS.
Sucking my teeth, I walked over to the front to meet Suzie. Usually we always ensured that we worked the same shift, from twelve noon to six in the evening.
“Did you clock me in?” I asked her, looking at the clock on the wall that showed that it was now almost 1 o’clock, I was about an hour late.
“Yeah, of course. I knew Dr. Stanley would keep you guys late because of midterms. He did the same thing with my nine o’clock class yesterday. I swear, he does not have a life outside of school,” she gave me a stern look as she spoke.
Dr. David Stanley was our Psychology professor and also the head of the psychology department. He was renowned for his long boring lectures and his extremely hard examinations. He was a chubby little man, with huge glasses that seemed to sit on his nose. One could tell that he was probably a nerd at school, and most students feared that he was trying to turn us all into nerds just like himself.
Suzie and I joked around about him for a while before she finally changed the topic of our conversation.
“I can’t believe I won’t be hanging out with you both Friday AND Saturday night,” she said solemnly, pulling out a hot steamy batch
of chicken from the oven on the side. She placed it into the empty space in the warmer and stood upright with her hand on her hip waiting to hear what I would say in response to her comment.
“Suzie, come on. You’ve been fully booked on some weekends.” We often used the phrase fully booked, in reference to having many dates in a short space of time. This weekend I would have two dates in three days.
“I know, but I am just saying, I’ll miss my friend…” with that she pouted her lips and gave me the look of a spoiled toddler.
“I’ll see you on Sunday,” I said with excitement in my voice trying to cheer her up.
“And I can tell you all about my dates, then,” I continued. I walked over to the cash register where a line of students were whining and complaining about not being attended to.
“Stop yapping over there,” one guy towards the back of the line shouted.
“Hurry the hell up Blondie,” another shouted.
While the guys shouted at me trying to get speedy service, the few young ladies who were on the line, kept distracted, some chatting with each other while others were engaged with their mobile phones. Usually the woman were always more docile than the young men. The guys were normally loud and rowdy and always complaining about one thing or the next, if they were not talking negatively about the speed of service, they were bashing the quality of the food that they received. It was not that we provided all around poor service to our customers on the contrary, our booth would get praise and recognition from management for the way in which we managed to keep up to their standards. But dealing with a group of young college boys was difficult and they seemed to be merciless with their insults. I tried my best to ignore their boisterous attitudes and focused on serving them efficiently.
Finally things slowed down after a few hours, and Suzie and I got some quiet time to continue our discussion.
