by Pepper Pace
Blair’s tongue came out to lick her dry lips. She felt herself quiver down low. Ohhhh, the way his hands felt there, where no other hands had ever touched but her own, her knees buckled but his hand was there to hold her in place. He slowly released her hands.
“Put them flat against the door and don’t make me ask you twice.” His other hand was now back at her nipples. “Your pretty nipples are hard enough to give you a mega titty twister, and I really don’t want to do that to you.”
She swallowed and did as he said…though, there was a part of her that was becoming more and more aroused at his threats, knowing that there would be pain if she didn’t obey. He had made her submit to him within mere minutes, with no weapons, and without even raising his voice.
Well delivered pinches and she was butter in his hands.
Blair did as he said and pressed her palms flat against the door. With one hand he undid the button on the top of her shorts, and then dragged down the zipper. He dug his hands into her shorts until they reached her bikini panties.
His dick strained against her ass and he couldn’t help but to grind a bit against her when his fingers touched the trimmed curls of her mound. Her breath was coming fast now. He allowed his middle finger to part her lips. It was slick with her honey. When his finger touched her clit it strained from the folds of her vulva and Blair bit back a moan. He brought the finger partly to her opening and her juices were streaming over it. He teased her opening, flicking his finger tip back and forth and her knees buckled again and her breath came out in a loud moan.
He played with her titties while he flicked her wet cunt. He pushed in a bit further feeling her unbroken maidenhead. He’d wondered if she was a virgin, now he knew. She hadn’t given it up to any of those lame-assed players at school. Daniel sighed happily while Blair stiffened. He flicked her some more with his middle finger using his forefinger to now caress her clit.
“Ahhh!” She screamed. Her hips began to gyrate as her mouth stayed opened, panting breathlessly. God! He had to be inside of her! He was about to cum all over the back of her shorts. And by the way she was spasaming beneath his fingers she was building up to her own climax.
Daniel removed his fingers from her quickly. Instantly her body slumped and she cried out, disappointment evident in the sound of it. He pushed her shorts down, exposing her chocolaty ass. “Take them off.” He demanded. Wordlessly Blair pushed her shorts and sodden panties down, kicking her feet from them. Daniel watched, gripping the base of his dick, squeezing to prevent himself from cumming right where he stood.
“Turn around.” She did, hesitating momentarily. Her eyes locked onto the sight of his purple cock. It was so hard that she thought it probably hurt. She wasn’t too far from the truth. “Get down on your knees.”
Blair wanted to taste him. She could feel the drool already forming in her mouth at the thought of his hardness in her mouth. She dropped to her knees, but clamped her lips tight, defiantly. His hand shot out and gripped her by the back of her hair, the other roughly gripped her right nipple. He squeezed cruelly.
“AHHH!” She howled like a dog struck by a car. She reached up to grip his hand but he jerked her head roughly.
“Do it and I start twisting. If you think this hurts, you ain’t felt nothing yet! Now open your pretty little mouth, Blair…open up and say Ah.” Her tears and cries of pain did nothing. He was going to do this, Blair finally realized. And there was nothing that she could say or do to prevent it. This was going to happen. She looked down at his dick, so swollen that it streamed precum. She’d never given head and suspected that the taste of his mucus like cum would make her vomit.
Her tongue came out tentatively to taste the precum that was streaming from it. The saltiness wasn’t surprising, but the sweetness was. She circled the head with her tongue and Daniel winced. It was so good it hurt. He wanted to slam his dick down her throat and drown her with his cum, instead he released his grip on her bruised nipple (not releasing his strong grip on the back of her head), then he stroked her chin and pressed a bit further until she had more then the tip in her mouth. He fed her a bit more and watched as she became more accustomed to his girth.
Blair couldn’t believe that she was sucking her best friend’s dick. How did she get to this position of being on her knees before the Emoboy?! But her confusion couldn’t hide the fact that she was both revolted and aroused. Blair slowly became engrossed in the act. Her pussy throbbed and she wanted to touch herself but wouldn’t allow him to see that he’d proven his point. She wanted it. She loved where she was. She was slobbering all over his joint, slurping and sucking, licking with very little gagging.
Daniel’s head fell back and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. He looked like he was on the verge of blacking out. “BLAIR!!!!” Then he shot his load into her mouth and clear down her throat. She was gagging on him now, but unable to stop sucking and swallowing him down. After several more moments he jerked back slightly and pulled his dick from her mouth. It was still hard, like he hadn’t just deposited a gallon of cum down her throat.
Blair slumped and pressed her forehead onto the hard floor. God…she’d swallowed. She’s swallowed every drop and had kept sucking for more. Blair didn’t like this side of herself. She felt like she was possessed by a demon. Maybe that’s how Daniel was feeling too. She peeked up at him and he was watching her with some concern.
“Can I go now?” She asked weakly.
After a long moment he held out his hand. She took it and he helped her to stand. Then he swooped down and hefted her body into his arms, seemingly with very little effort. Blair gripped him fearing that he’d drop them both as he hurried up the stairs. Being forced to suck her deranged best friend’s dick was one thing…being dropped down a flight of stairs was quite another.
He deposited her onto his partially unmade bed. The porno flick had ended and showed just a blue screen. She lay still wondering if she could knock him down and be out the door…bottomless as she was.
Daniel pulled off the rest of his clothing and she watched intrigued. He was beautiful to look at. With clothes he’d seemed much too scrawny. Nude, his body was tight with wiry muscles.
He pointed to her blouse. “Take that off.” She sat up slowly and pulled the blouse over her head. He took it and lay it neatly on his chair. Daniel then watched her, soaking in the sight of her beautiful body.
Blair’s skin was the dark brown of dark chocolate. Her tight aureolas were almost black, her nipples tan—the one he had pinched was slightly red. He leaned down quickly and kissed it gently. Daniel used his tongue to soothe the bruised flesh. Blair bit back a moan. The feel of his tongue on her sore flesh caused her clit to twitch. Could she climax just from having her tits sucked? She was nothing more than a slut!
Daniel kissed her flesh. The contrast of his pale skin against her dark one caused him to want to cum again….but not before he’d brought her to orgasm. His mouth lowered, kissing a path down her belly.
“Oh…” She wanted to stop him, she wanted to pull his long hair and smash his face into her pussy, she wanted to cry and she wanted to cum. Daniel used one hand to spread her pussy lips. His nose was immediately assaulted with the smell of her hot, baked sex. Daniel growled and pulled as much of her wet pussy into his mouth as he could manage!
Mmm…Daniel swooned. He fucking swooned! Her pussy tasted amazing. He licked and gently sucked the folds of her flesh. His mouth began to fill with her honey and each time it did he gladly drank her down. He’d momentarily forgotten that the pussy was attached to Blair until the sounds of her moans and gasps and the feel of her bucking hips brought him back around. He raised his eyes and watched her. When he could clearly see that she was beginning to cum Daniel deliberately removed his mouth.
“Oh god…NO! Don’t stop Daniel!” She cried out, gripping the sheets and thrashing.
“Blair. Tell me what you want.”
She was trying to concentrate on the feeling before it faded completel
y away. “I want you! I want you to…LICK MY PUSSY! OHH! And I want you to fuck me! PLEASE!!”
He didn’t make her wait any longer. He resumed his sucking on her clit and this time he pushed his finger into her tight opening. He hooked it until it grazed the rough flesh of her g-spot. And then as he watched, her pussy spasamed hard and a spray of liquid hit him in the eye. Blair wailed in uncontrolled pleasure while Daniel covered her pussy completely with his opened mouth. Yes! He didn’t let one drop of her cum spill from his waiting mouth. He’d never tasted pussy before that day, but now he knew that he was hopelessly addicted to it…as addicted as he was to Blair. Now that he’d tasted her, he could never let her go.
As she began to fall from her very first orgasm, Daniel positioned himself between her quivering thighs and he pushed into her with one hard thrust. Blair’s knees came up reflexively but only for a moment. Daniel rocked steadily between her legs. He was on a mission. He concentrated on every flinch of her tight pussy. He listened to every groan even as his on desire spiraled and clenched deep in the pit of his belly.
Blair’s second orgasm came quick. Now that her g-spot had been primed, each stroke of Daniel’s cockhead only caused her to spasm closer and closer to the eventual explosion. She yelled and squirmed and bucked and cursed while Daniel looked like he was at a rodeo! He clung to her body driving his pelvis rapidly against hers! He came seconds later, his toes clenching and his body rigid as he filled her belly with his seed.
A full minute passed before he collapsed onto her panting body. They were coated in sweat and exhausted. He wanted to drift into sleep but couldn’t, not until he’d seen the expression on her face now that he’d claimed her. He had to see her eyes, read her thoughts.
He rolled off of her and faced her. She didn’t immediately look at him. “Blair. Just in case you didn’t know…after all of this. I love you. And I’ve loved you since the third grade.”
She turned to him. “This was love?”
He placed his head on her belly, and then he nodded. “One more thing.” Blair stiffened as if he meant to finally deliver the titty twister. Daniel scooted up her body until his green eyes met her brown ones. He leaned forward and kissed her. After a moment Blair’s body began to relax; more than relax. As the kiss deepened and became more passionate she felt a familiar tingling settling between her still quivering thighs.
Daniel slid his tongue into her mouth and Blair sucked it the way she’d sucked his cock earlier. This went beyond French kissing! Small sounds of pleasure escaped her mouth and Daniel felt something that sent shivers up and down his back—her fingers wrapping around his dick. He sighed, not ending the kiss and she gently began to work his cock into full erection.
“Fuck Blair…yes. Stroke it, Ahhh!” His back arched as she began to work his cock. “Climb on top!” She did as he commanded. “Now fuck my cock, Blair.” He said breathlessly. It only took a moment for her to find a rhythm. Soon she was bouncing on his cock, titties flopping in the air. He reached behind her to lay his palms on her bouncing ass. It was too much, more then he could have dreamed—it was his dream!
Blair began to perform for him. She held her oversized breasts, teasing one nipple with her tongue. She rolled her hips over hips and bounced her ass while Daniel strained and stared beneath her.
“Say it Emoboy. Say those words.”
He groaned. “Fuck my cock, Blair.” Blair’s eyes closed as she erupted which caused him to erupt. Afterwards, she sat with his dwindling erection still shoved into her slick pussy. He ran his hands up and down her thighs lovingly.
“Did you like being in control, Emoboy?”
Daniel didn’t respond.
“This is how it’s going to work, because I don’t want you getting it twisted-“
Daniel pushed her off his dick, roughly. She landed with a splat on the floor.
“What the fuck!” She screamed. He slid from the bed and knelt beside her, his green eyes piercing.
“I know of this theory.” His voice was low and she shut up her grumblings to listen, “which states that an alpha personality has a secret desire to be subbed behind closed doors.” He watched her with his gleaming excited eyes. “Pushing is a form of violence that you have already integrated into our relationship.” He smiled. “As is hair pulling, poking, smacking, tripping, humiliation…damn, the list goes on.” He stood up and went to his bedroom door, closed and locked it. He wondered how difficult it would be to change his student housing to family housing for him and a wife.
Blair watched him, feeling her body relax.
The End
MILF
Noreen had her shoes off and was quite comfortable despite being in her cubicle at work. She had her feet propped up on her desk just adjacent to her computer while her friend was reclining right next to them and making faces.
“Um, you are just way too comfortable.” Her friend Lilly commented.
Noreen rubbed her feet together and shrugged nonchalantly. “At this point I really don’t care. They got me working ten hour days, training new hires and I just finished doing the final draft on the training guide. Management should be happy that I haven’t come out of my bra by now!”
“Shhh!” Lilly shushed her. The walls were then in their office! But she couldn’t help but to laugh at Noreen’s bluntness. “You are just crazy!”
It was almost 4:30 on a Friday and Noreen was fantasizing about running home, stripping out of her clothes and jumping into her jacuzzi tub to relax away this hellacious week. A glass of wine and maybe a Jaheim c.d. would round out the week nicely…
Jon peeked into her cubicle, hesitating at the sight of either her friend or the way Noreen’s curvy brown legs were propped up on the desk. She lowered them with a hidden sigh. Time to get back to work.
“Come on in Jon.” Lillian said quickly when it looked as if he would retreat. She bid Noreen a hurried goodbye then departed.
Jon had an anxious look on his face, which was opposite of the shy, laid back kid she was used to. Noreen came to her feet to stand next to him, curious. He was 25 years old, gangly, and generally came off as a bit too smart for his own good. She’d been given the task of training him for the last three months. It was true that he was smart but examined and analyzed everything that she taught him to the point of exhaustion. At such times she took a perverse pleasure in out thinking him.
Despite all of that, she liked Jon. Noreen was 42, and after working for her Company for close to 20 years it was refreshing to interact with someone who wasn’t beaten down by corporate America and all its politics.
Whenever they talked about things that weren’t work related, Noreen found herself admiring Jon’s optimism. Sometimes she made fun of his new age jargon about putting out positive energy in the world and getting that back in return…but secretly she’d began incorporating that concept into her own personal life.
She looked absently at the document Jon was holding. Everyday Jon wore a crisp white shirt. Beneath it was a t-shirt. He wore beige Dockers and Brown hush puppies. It wasn’t the same pair of pants, it wasn’t the same white shirt. But it never varied; not in the three months that she’d worked with him. His brown hair was curly and cropped short but still unruly and smelled of shampoo; nothing fruity…something earthy and masculine.
He was thin. But then he was a vegetarian which was more of that new age business. And maybe he was a bit too pale which was amplified by his dark hair and eyes. He was clean shaven and wore simple frameless glasses that made him appear as smart as he thought himself to be. And…in all fairness, as smart as he actually was.
Noreen was divorced with one daughter that was attending UC Berkley…all the way on the other side of the country. Every year she put on an extra five pounds of weight and she hadn’t been laid in over a year. Her savings account was wrapped up in her daughter, her condo and her brand new Chrsyler 300. But somehow she no longer focused on those things as a negative. For instance, she liked the way the extra weight made her bo
dy more curvaceous. And it didn’t matter that she was 42 when her mocha brown skin was without blemish or wrinkle and anyone looking at her would think she was seven years younger than that. And as for sex, that was easily solved as long as she kept a supply of batteries in her bedside drawer.
