Although I was in the School of Architecture studying Urban Planning, I still had a biology requirement. It was the only class I had a B in. Science was not my strong suite.
Evolution and Natural Selection were giving me a problem. That problem was with Darwin’s Theory of Super Fecundity. Darwin saw that organisms produced more offspring than is required to replace themselves. Based on this it would follow that population sizes would increase rapidly.
“And when that happens,” said Ellie, “we may need to share our resources more efficiently. Food, water, shelter, mates.”
“Mates? You think God intended us to share mates? You can’t be serious, sis.”
Ellie shrugged. “It works in the animal world.”
“Maybe for the males.”
“Actually for females too,” Ellie insisted. “There are many matriarchal societies in the insect world. Take bees for instance. One queen to mate all the male drones.”
“That’s what we’d call a whore in human society.”
Ellie shrugged again. “Most queens live very satisfied lives while her female workers never see any male attention. I doubt the queen would care what any of them thought about her.” Ellie looked off to the bee enclosure with a far off look in her eyes.
I went back to my notes.
The buzzing in my pocket made me jump in my seat. For a moment, I worried that I’d left the vibe inside me. But it was just my phone vibrating in my pocket. I looked down at the caller ID.
“I have to take this,” I said gathering my papers and shoving them haphazardly into my otherwise organized bag.
“It’s fine,” Ellie said. “We were done for the day anyway. Same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah, thanks Ellie.” I dashed out of the lab and hit Talk. “Hey.”
“Where are you?” Owl’s quiet voice was full of that commanding tone.
“I’m just leaving the biology lab.”
“You’re headed back to your room?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was going to use the present you gave me.”
“You used it this morning?”
“Yes.”
“Did you come?”
“No.”
“Good girl. I want you to get to your room quickly. Take off all of your clothes and then shove the vibrator up that sweet pussy of yours.”
“You could at least say please, you know.”
“No, you’re the one that says please, Shakira. You’re the one that will be on her knees begging. Because you want it, don’t you baby? You needed it.”
“I…”
“Hurry home, Kira. There are things I want to do to you. Things that will take time.”
I picked up my pace.
“I want you dripping for me by tonight, Kira. I want you aching for me to fill up that pussy.”
I took off at a run. I was panting by the time I got to my door while Owl kept telling me the filthy things he would do to me.
I’d never begged a man. I’d never let one tell me what to do. I usually was the one with the balls in the relationship because I usually licked the guy’s testicles into submission. And then I’d hold his balls in a vice grip until, inevitably, they left me to go sniff up some other girl’s skirt.
Not today. I’d made a decision. I’d follow Owl in this aspect of my life, my sex life. He obviously knew what he was doing. He’d taken me to places I didn’t know existed inside the bedroom, in the back seat of a car. And he had yet to lead me astray.
I got into my room. I undressed, and I grabbed the vibe.
“Lay down,” he commanded. “Put the phone on speaker. I want to hear you put my present inside you.”
The stickiness of my dripping pussy and the buzzing of the vibe were the only sounds in the room. That and Owl’s groans of appreciation.
“Don’t close your legs,” he commanded.
I swear it was as though he could see me. He anticipated my every move, my every desire, before I was even aware I wanted it. I needed the friction of pressing my thighs together, but I did as he said. I reached my heels to each corner at the bottom of the bed.
“You laying down, Kira?”
“Yes, Owl.”
“Good girl. Stretch your hands over your head and hold onto the headboard.”
I did as he said. I spread my legs wide on the bed and stretched my hands over my head. I felt completely exposed.
“Stay like that and do not come. Do you understand me, Kira?”
“Mmm hmm.” But I already felt the sensations building in me.
“I didn’t understand you, Shakira.”
Part of my brain wanted to rail against the bass in his voice, but the rest of me craved it. “Yes, Owl. Yes, I understand.”
“That’s my girl.”
God, that’s what I wanted. To be his girl.
“You remember the first time I had my tongue on you?” he asked. “You acted like it didn’t affect you. Maybe it didn’t. But now if I swirled my tongue over your clit it would jump for me wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, yes.” My clit jumped at the memory of his velvet tongue against me. It wept at the sound of his voice suggesting a repeat visit.
“If I licked open your pussy lips I’d find them plump and soaking wet, wouldn’t I, Kira? I could lick my tongue up the sides and you’d get juicer and juicer, wouldn’t you baby?”
“Oh god, yes.” I felt the juices spilling out of me, running down the crack of my ass.
“Then I could put my tongue right inside you and taste all that sweet juice as it came down.”
“Owl, stop. Please. I’m gonna come.”
“Did I say you could come?”
“Please, Owl. Please.”
“Not yet, baby.”
“I can’t stop. I can’t stop.”
“Shakira.”
His voice resonated through me, stronger than the impending contractions. My entire world came to a stop.
“Turn off the vibe, Kira.”
“No, please don’t ask me to do that. I need it.” I was whining like a child about to have their new toy taken away.
“Take it out.”
I had no intention of doing as he asked, but somehow I uncurled my fingers from the headboard. I reached down between my spread thighs and gave the cord connecting the vibe a yank. I was so wet it slid easily out of my pussy.
“Is it out?”
“Yes.” I hoped he heard the pissy pout in my voice.
“Did you come?”
“No.”
“Good girl.”
And then he hung up the phone.
I was so sensitized, so achy, so needy. I started to cry.
What the fuck? What had I gotten myself into?
Fuck this. I reached my hand between my legs and rubbed. I was so swollen and wet. But the more I rubbed the drier I got.
I put the vibe back in and turned it on. It lay nestled in my needy pussy, ringing its bell at high speeds. But I still couldn’t come.
I lay there for ten minutes with it inside of me. I stayed there on the edge of oblivion with no way down. I needed Owl. I needed his voice or his presence to sail off this cliff that held me prisoner. I nearly reached out for my phone, but I didn’t. I pulled out the vibe and curled into a fetal position instead.
Chapter Eight
Ten minutes later there was a knock on my door. I didn’t move.
“Kira?”
My body responded to his voice. My nipples, which had been soft in the cool afternoon air, hardened. My clit, which had been quietly pulsing, pounded a harsh rhythm. But I refused to move.
“Kira, let me in.”
I dug my fingers into the mattress.
“I’ll make it better, baby, I promise.”
Slowly, I unfurled myself from the bed. I didn’t even bother to cover myself. I opened the door bare ass naked. Owl stood on the other side. He glanced down at my body, and then he opened his arms.
“Come here, baby.”
And like a traitor I went to
him. He scooped me up and brought me inside, closing the door behind us. He lay down on the bed and brought me into his chest. He stroked my bare ass and my back, soothing me like a mother would an upset child. But I was a grown ass woman, and so I tried to hitch my leg over his thigh to get at his genitals. He brought my leg down and tucked my knees between his legs.
“Shh,” he tried to hush away my horniness, but my hormones were raging.
“Why won’t you let me come?”
“I will always make you come, baby. But you need to learn to get control of yourself first. You’re completely focused on orgasming. Sex is about more than just coming. I want to show you how much higher I can take you.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“I know, baby. But I need you to trust me.”
I sighed.
Owl rolled me underneath him. “One thing you need to know about me, Kira, is that I’m a man of my word. I say what I mean, and I do what I say.”
“I have trouble believing that.”
“That’s because you’ve been fucking shit for men that lie to get what they want. I’ve told you exactly what I want. And I’ve always given you what you need.”
He stroked his hand up and down my body. I buried my face in his chest and took a whiff. He smelled like a woman’s perfume.
“Where were you tonight?”
“At a party.” His eyes challenged mine to ask the question I really wanted to know.
“Did you…” I hesitated because I knew he would tell me the truth, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it.
“Why is it important to you to know who I fuck as long as I come back to you every night?”
I closed my eyes. So he had come from fucking another girl.
“I didn’t fuck anybody, Shakira. I watched two girls fuck each other, but I didn’t touch either one of them.”
“Why did you have to watch them? Why didn’t you just come here and fuck me?”
He thought about that as he stroked my leg. “Why do you change your clothes every day? Why do you eat different foods at each meal? Why do you need more than one color pen to do your work? Just like food, clothes, and shelter, fucking is a basic necessity of human existence. We might wear the same outfit more than once, or have a favorite food, but we like variety.”
“So you’re saying I’m your favorite because you want to come and fuck me more than once?”
“Why do you need me to make you feel special? What if I change my mind about you one day? Does that mean you’re not special anymore?”
Yeah, that’s exactly what it meant. All the men who’d left me behind in the past; all the men I couldn’t hold on to, that’s why they all left.
“I’m not that guy, Shakira. I don’t ride horses or wear tights, or any of that shit. I’m not from a storybook or samurai fairytale. I’m from Jersey.”
I burst out laughing.
Owl grinned. “Just let me fuck you, baby. Let me make you come until you cry. That’s what you need. And that’s what I want to give you.”
That was what I needed right now. I spread my legs and grabbed a hold of the headboard.
“That’s my girl.”
I let go of the headboard and put my hand up. “Owl, you’re gonna have to stop calling me that. It messes with my head.”
“Calling you what?” He reached out a hand and tweaked one of my breasts.
I took a deep breath before I continued. “Your girl. I’m not your girl.”
He didn’t answer. He reached for the other breast.
“I’m not,” I said. “Am I?”
With his other hand Owl reached between us and put his fingers in me. “How about this? This is my pussy.” He stroked up with his index and middle finger hitting that good-good spot. He stroked my clit with his thumb.
My legs opened wider for him. “Yeah, it’s your pussy, Owl.”
He smiled at that, like a little boy that just got a toy car. “Yeah, that’s my pussy. I’m gonna make my pussy come. I’m gonna make my pussy drip.”
My hips moved in time to his finger thrusts. I was close in less than a minute. But then he withdrew.
“Owl, what the fuck?”
“It’s dripping,” he said. “I wanna taste it.”
I slapped my legs closed. He raised an eyebrow at me. I tried to mimic the gesture, but felt both of my brows raise to my hairline instead of just one. “You want a taste? I want a taste to.” I indicated his crotch.
He smirked. “You want it?” He grabbed my legs and flipped me over so that I was on top of him with my pussy over his mouth. “Go get it baby.”
Owl pulled my hips down to his tongue and took a slurping lick. My upper body crumbled, and I fell face first into his crotch. He chuckled. His breath tickled my clit making it throb even more.
I reached for his belt to get at his cock, but he parted my ass cheeks and rimmed my asshole. My upper body collapsed at the first feel of those new sensations. I’d had a few boyfriends who I’d engaged in anal sex with. But they all had simply slapped on a condom, applied lubrication, and got down to the messy business of ass fucking. I’d never enjoyed it, not once. It always left me sore and dreading the toilet for days after. No one had ever taken their tongue there before.
Owl licked at my anus just like he would my clit. First light flicks, then wet circles, and then finally he sucked. I was trembling and moaning. Getting to his dick was a distant memory.
He spread my cheeks wide, dragging his tongue from my anus all the way back to my clit. He’d focus alternately on my clit, then my anus with those flicks, circles, and sucks. As soon as I could predict his motions, he changed them up. He let my ass cheeks go and spread my pussy lips. He stuck his tongue up my channel, lightly nipping with his teeth.
My mission to suck his cock dry was completely abandoned now. I lay my head beside his dick, which was still covered in jeans. I felt it twitching. Was it laughing at my sub par attempts to bend its owner to my will?
Owl didn’t urge me to unzip him and get to work on his dick. In fact, with the few brain cells I had left, I was certain he’d rimmed my ass to get me to lose my focus. It was as though he was content to spend the whole night pleasing me.
But that was absurd. No guy was that selfless.
I rallied my senses and unzipped his pants. His dick spilled out, standing at the ready. I got to work kissing at the swollen head. I’d had many cocks in my day, but there was something pleasing about the texture and taste of Owl’s. I licked up the precum in the divot of his cockhead. Then I suckled the underside of the bulbous head, reveling in the curves and how they fit perfectly in the cradle of my tongue.
Still, Owl didn’t urge me on. He didn’t reach up and grab my head to push me all the way down on him. He didn’t thrust up into my mouth to force me to take more of him. He lay perfectly still from the torso down and let me have my way with him. From the torso up was a different story.
He inserted one finger into my pussy. That finger made a hook and hung out there while he licked at the soft patch of skin between my anus and vagina. I’d never known that that area had any pleasure nerves. Owl obviously did because he took his time playing there. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he stroked with his finger and tongue.
I refused to be the only one slowly going out of their mind. I took his whole cock in my mouth, relaxing my throat muscles to accommodate his length and girth. It was a mistake. It appeared to be exactly what he was waiting for me to do.
As soon as I reached the base of his cock, Owl inserted another finger into my pussy. With two fingers he pressed down and into the front of my vaginal wall, hitting what I now knew was my G-spot. I whimpered and gurgled on his dick. He chuckled as his mouth moved over my clit.
He’d made this a competition; the oral sex Olympics. I was clearly about to take the silver medal while he’d be on the top podium with gold.
With one arm, he clamped my torso to his face. With the other hand, the one that was two fingers deep i
nto my pussy, he began to stroke. Fast. Hard. Hard and fast. I released his dick on a deep moan, unable to focus with this new intensity in my pussy.
As soon as my mouth was free of him, Owl’s mouth clamped down around my clit. His tongue swat and slurped at me from every direction. So fast it made my head spin. His fingers continued to work, never ceasing their hard and fast motion on my G-spot.
“Come for me, Kira.”
I came. Fast and hard. The pleasure radiating out of me in every direction. My hips jerked, but Owl held me clamped down to him. He didn’t stop his tongue swiping or his finger jerking during or after my orgasm.
In fact, there was no after the orgasm. It kept going and going.
Somewhere outside an animal cried out for help. Its groans alternated between high-pitched pleas and deep grunts of indulgence. But I knew that was no animal. I knew it was me. I couldn’t spare the care or attention to be ashamed at the sounds I made, or worried if others might hear me. I was too far-gone.
Owl didn’t stop the motions of his tongue or his fingers until my body collapsed down onto his in exhaustion. And even then, he didn’t let me go. He licked at me, slowly and carefully, like someone would lick up the crumbs of a superb dessert.
He made sure to avoid my clit as he slopped up the drippings of the orgasm that lasted longer than I knew was possible. I held still while he did, unable to stop him even if I wanted to. My head rested against something hard and warm and throbbing. It was his dick. I sighed as I looked at it. I was too limp to do anything about its firmness.
Chapter Nine
Sometime later, Owl rolled me over and pulled me onto his chest. I lay on him; me naked and drenched in sweat and my own cum, him fully clothed, calm, cool, and collected. He’d even put his barely touched, still hard dick back into his pants.
He pet me on my head, running his fingers through my hair. “Good girl.”
I closed my eyes against the sensations rumbling through me at the sound of those two words. “I told you, don’t call me your girl. It messes with my head, especially after an orgasm like that. Unless you want me running around calling you my boyfriend.”
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