“Just wear something casual. Jeans and a t-shirt. Don’t think of this first visit as sexual. Take it slow, unless he makes the first move.”
I went to my room and tried to find a pair of clothes that would actually make me look good. The only pair of jeans I had were very tight on me. I tried them on anyway. Claire helped me out a little with the makeup. She had a steady boyfriend so I figured she knew exactly what she was talking about.
We finished getting me ready in about an hour. I could feel my heart pounding as I looked at myself in the mirror. I decided to go with the tight jeans and a plain, white t-shirt. The t-shirt looked fine, but I was afraid the button on the jeans would pop out.
Claire thought I looked great though. I had a thin layer of lipstick on with eyeliner and everything. It had been a long time since I’d bothered to put makeup on, but Claire thought it would be a good idea.
“Good luck!” she said as I stepped out the door, the piece of paper with his room on it clutched in my hand. I glanced at it. Fortunately Blake’s room wasn’t far from ours. I only had to go down one flight of stairs so I wasn’t completely out of breath when I found his room.
My heart thudded louder than ever as I hesitated in front of his door. I really didn’t want to make an idiot out of myself. Suddenly I was afraid I looked too dressed up. I was afraid he was going to think I wanted to fuck him. What if he didn’t want to fuck? What if he wasn’t interested? Who the hell would want to be interested in me anyway?
These thoughts raced around my head, but it was too late to turn back now. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. A few seconds later it swung open.
“Hey, come on in,” said Blake, more gorgeous than ever. I stepped in nervously.
“Sit anywhere you want,” he said, closing the door behind me. I walked into his living room. It looked like a normal room with a TV in the corner and a couch. It looked like he lived alone. I sat down on the couch.
“You want something to drink?” he asked.
“Uh some water would be fine.”
Now that I was in here, I felt more nervous than I’d ever been. He handed me a glass of water and sat down next to me on the couch.
“Okay, so I have an idea for you,” he said, not wasting any time. “Right now you answer phones and sell people stuff over the phone, right?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’m really good friends with the manager of a company nearby. I talked to him over the phone about it and he said you could do the same thing you’re doing in your current job over at his company. You would get paid well, and there would be opportunities for raises, promotions, perks, everything you could want. You could even choose your own hours. All you would need to do is send him a résumé.”
I sat back in the couch. This guy had just changed my world. If I could get out of my job, I would be the happiest girl in the world.
“I-I’ve never made a résumé before though. Like I said, the only reason I got my other job was because the boss wanted his secretary to feel better by putting a chubby girl like me next to her. He didn’t even need a résumé from me.”
He smiled, flashing his incredibly perfect teeth.
“It just so happens I have experience making résumés. We could make one on my computer right now if you want.”
We got that done in maybe five minutes. I didn’t have much experience so there wasn’t much to put on there.
“Do you really think they’ll take me?” I asked, knowing this was too good to be true.
He smiled at me again.
“They will if I put in a good word for you.”
I smiled right back at him, feeling happier than I had in years.
“Well, I should probably be going,” I said, standing up.
“No, no. Stay another few minutes. I could use the company,” he said, heading over to the couch.
I don’t know why I did it, but there was that thing in his voice that let me know that I could trust him. I shrugged and joined him on the couch, starting to get nervous again.
“Have you lived alone awhile?” I asked, trying to make conversation.
He stared deep into my eyes, almost hypnotizing me. I noticed that his face was slowly inching towards mine, but I didn’t know what to do. My heart beat furiously in my chest as our lips touched once more.
He didn’t just brush his lips onto mine this time. He kissed me full on the mouth, deep and passionately. He slid his tongue in between my lips as I tried to mimic his moves as best I could. His tongue tasted salty and delicious. I could feel myself getting moist.
He put his strong arms around my shoulders and kissed me even harder, bringing me in. Our tongues battled for control of my mouth, gently attacking each other. I felt myself get wetter and wetter as he pressed even closer to me. I could feel his cock getting harder and harder underneath his pants.
“I want you,” he whispered, breaking the kiss and staring deep into my eyes.
I was speechless. I had no idea what to say. I’d just gotten my first real kiss by a gorgeous guy like this. All I knew was that I wanted more. This time I made the first move.
I quickly undid his belt. For a moment, he looked surprised, as if he didn’t expect me to be so aggressive. But he quickly got over that and began to help me, sliding his pants off and revealing his still-lengthening, gigantic cock.
I watch a lot of porn so I knew what happened first. Without hesitation, I grasped him with both hands and began to slide them up and down on him, massaging him. His cock was burning hot and it was really turning me on. He groaned and leaned back as I worked, silently begging for more.
I massaged with more ferocity, smearing his pre come around his head. I could tell he was getting closer and closer, but I wasn’t nearly done. I cupped one hand under his balls and started to feel around, one hand still massaging his cock. But I knew he didn’t just want my hands doing all the work. He wanted more. He wanted me to suck him.
I bent my head towards his cock as he nodded and gently placed his hand on the back of my head, groaning even more now. I grinned before wrapping my lips around him, thinking about what I was doing. I’d never done this before, but I’d watched enough porn to get the gist of it.
I tasted his pre come as my lips slid down him, tasting every inch. I took him almost to the base, but he was so big I couldn’t fit it in all the way. I had never deep throated before but I definitely wanted to try. I pulled back out, and plunged his cock right back into my mouth, further this time.
I felt his cock harden in my mouth. I knew he was enjoying this. I let his cock sit snugly in my throat now, getting used to the feel of him back there. I could tell he was getting painfully closer to orgasm now, and I wanted all of it.
I pulled back again and took him all the way this time, his cock deep in my throat. This time I sucked, ever so slightly. I heard him moan as I applied just a little bit of suction, teasing him. But I wanted his come.
I began to bob up and down on his cock now, my tongue sliding all the way up and down his shaft. He grasped my thick shoulders as I sucked. I was getting really fucking moist now though. I slid one finger underneath my jeans and felt my bud pulsing. God I wanted to feel his cock inside me.
I undid my jeans as I sucked him, wanting to feel his heat. I spread my lips apart as I sucked with renewed vigor, unbelievably close to orgasm myself. I slid a finger into my pussy, imagining my pussy taking the place of my mouth as my lips slid up and down his shaft.
He gave a yell as I felt a warm liquid suddenly shoot into my mouth. Over and over again he exploded into my mouth. His cum tasted salty and delicious. His cock throbbed in my mouth as the last of his load shot down my throat. My pussy was soaking wet now as I realized I’d just made another guy cum.
Oh god did I want him to finish me off. I wanted him to lick me as I had done to him. I pulled my mouth off his cock with a slight popping sound.
“I want you to lick me. Make me cum, baby,” I said confidently. He couldn’t speak.
He could only nod as I began to pull my jeans off, my pussy wetter than ever. Before I could get them all the way off though, a knocking came from the front door.
I frowned.
“Were you expecting someone?” I asked.
Blake shook his head.
“I didn’t know anyone would be coming by tonight.”
I slid my jeans back on trying to look presentable just in case it was family members or something. Too late I realized I still had some of his cum on my lips as he pulled the door open.
“Why didn’t you fucking call me, asshole?” came a high-pitched female voice from the doorway. Forgetting about the cum on my lips, I moved to get a better view.
A blonde girl stood in the doorway, hands on her hips. She had the most kick ass body I’d ever seen on a girl. I wasn’t into girls or anything, but I could tell this girl had probably banged a lot of dudes. She definitely looked the type. Big tits and a perfect hourglass body? Yeah, definitely a girl who’d been pounded a few hundred times.
“I thought we’d broken up, Sarah,” said Blake, nervously. I knew he was flustered.
Suddenly she spotted me.
“Who the fuck is this?” she said, waltzing in through the door like this was her place. She looked me up and down, noticed the cum on my lips, and snarled, turning back to Blake.
“Did you just fuck her or something? This fat, ugly bitch? I hope you’re just using her or something,” she said viciously. I knew she was clearly a dumb bitch, but the words still cut deep. All of the fears and hurts and embarrassments I’d felt in my life seemed to come back at once. The bitch turned back to me.
“Here honey, you want a life lesson? Never try to compete with the hot girls. You’ll always lose.”
She walked over to Blake and kissed him full on the mouth. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or wanted her off, but I didn’t care. I pushed past them and ran the fuck out of there, completely forgetting about my job application. Fuck it all, I thought, tears streaming down my face now.
Claire looked up as I burst into our apartment and collapsed on the couch, sobbing. She hurried over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, Jamie, you want to talk about it?”
I couldn’t answer. All I could do was sit there and wallow in my misery like a sad little kid. God, what the fuck was wrong with me? I haven’t cried in years. I tried to control myself and after a few minutes I stopped crying. But the hurt and sadness were still there.
I took a few deep breaths and explained to Claire what had happened. She was a good listener. When I had finished, she put her arm around my shoulder and held me.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re only 18. Stuff like this happens all the time to people. Hell, I’ve had guys cheat on me before. It hurts like hell. But you know what? You will get through it. It’s not the end of the world, Jamie.”
I nodded. She was right.
“And besides, you didn’t even know if he wanted her or not, right? You ran out of there too quick. Maybe he still wants you,” she said. I knew deep down that was pretty unlikely. Who would choose a gorgeous, busty blonde like that over a chubby girl like me?
But I nodded and mumbled something about going to bed. I shuffled off, still miserable but not as bad as before. I went to bed that night with thoughts of Blake.
I stayed in bed for several days trying to get over it. I didn’t go into work or anything. I just couldn’t put up with that shit any longer. I had saved enough so that I could pay for one more month of rent. Hopefully by then I could get a job somewhere. Blake’s offer was off the table because there was no way I was going back to his place to get the application.
The answer to my problem came a few days later. I was alone at the house on a Saturday night as per usual. Claire was off at some party I’d refused to go to. I had a bowl of ice cream and a movie in and was starting to enjoy myself, when I heard the doorbell ring.
Who could that be? One of Claire’s friends? I got up off the couch and answered it. No one was there. Probably some assclown playing a trick or something. I was about to shut the door when I noticed an envelope on the ground. I picked it up, curious.
I went back inside and opened it, wondering who had delivered it. Two pieces of paper fell out, one looking very official and the other with a bunch of handwriting on it. I decided to read the official looking one first.
My eyes widened as I realized what it was. Holy shit. It was my job application I had forgotten back at Blake’s house. But it said “Approved” on the front. Did this mean I’d gotten the job? My heart raced with excitement as I picked up the other handwritten piece of paper with trembling fingers.
It read:
Dear Jamie,
I know this probably doesn’t make up for what happened, but I got you the job. I forwarded your résumé to the guy I know, he sent it to his boss, and he liked what he saw. You would start on Monday. The address is on the back of your application. I want you to know that I care about you, Jamie. That girl that you saw means nothing to me. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You may not want to see me ever again, but know that I’ll always be thinking of you.
Love,
Blake
I felt a million different emotions boiling up inside me. I wanted to scream, cry and jump for joy. It almost didn’t matter that I’d gotten the job. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.
I read that line over and over again. No one had ever praised me like that before. All thoughts left my mind as I picked up the letter and stormed out of my apartment, heading towards his.
I didn’t even know what I wanted to do. Did I want to fuck him? Yell at him? Cry for him? I didn’t know. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to be close to him.
I pounded on his door, hoping he was at home tonight. I held the paper up as it swung open. Blake stood there in a loose fitting t-shirt that showed off his perfect muscles. He looked hotter than ever. I stormed past him into his room.
“What the hell is this?” I said, turning to face him.
He looked completely nonplussed.
“It’s a note I wrote-”
I cut him off.
“What makes you think I want this from you? After what happened last week?” I demanded, angry again.
He sighed.
“Look, I know that must have been shitty to see. But I have no feelings for her, I promise you. I want you, Jamie. And I know you want me. Let me make it up to you,” he said in a sensuous voice, moving closer to me.
I was powerless against his charms. He was just too damned irresistible. He gently took me by the arms and set me on the same couch I’d sucked him off on. He kissed my mouth again, but this time the kiss didn’t stop there.
His hot lips moved down to the nape of my neck and down my chest. I shuddered as he tore my shirt off, exposing my full, curvy body. He took a minute to enjoy the sight of my tits before showering them with kisses.
I moaned as he began to suck my nipples. His hot tongue circled around my large tits, exploring. I felt my nipples stiffen as he gently nibbled on them, making me wetter than ever. He slowly moved his tongue down tracing a line of fire down my body. He quickly pulled my pants off and went right back to work, coming just short of my most sensitive spot.
“Please taste me, Blake!” I moaned, yearning for him.
He obliged. His tongue lashed out and attacked my folds, running across my small bud. I gave a yelp of pleasure as he tasted me again, this time sucking me a little. I felt my body go haywire as my orgasm quickly rose to the surface.
I gave a shout as I released my juices, my body shuddering into his mouth. He pressed his mouth even harder against my sweet spot, enjoying the taste. I ground against his mouth, my body now filled with electricity.
He pulled his clothes off in two swift movements and I felt my pussy throb with desire once more. He had the body of a god. Muscles raced down his arms and legs. They rippled as he moved back, letting me drink in the sight of his
incredible body.
But my eyes were quickly drawn to his already rock hard cock sticking up from between his legs. I could almost feel myself drool as I imagined it thrusting inside of me. Fortunately, he didn’t make me wait long for that.
But Blake had one more surprise in store.
“Hang on a second, baby. There’s something I have to do first.”
I watched him curiously as he stood up to his full height. Nothing happened for a few moments. Then, without warning, his body began to change. Hair grew from all over his gorgeous body. His face turned into a snout, his eyes turned yellow, and his cock grew another couple inches.
Within a minute, I found myself staring at some kind of… beast.
“W-what are you?” I whispered, barely able to talk. Fear gripped my body, but I found it impossible to move.
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