“Oh yesssss,” she purred, reaching between her thighs and parting her lips. “Lick my clit… please… it feels so good right here…”
She was showing me, pointing the way, and I nudged her finger aside with my tongue, beginning to lick her clit back and forth, round and round. I was rewarded with a deeper, more fervent sucking of my cock. It seemed that the faster I licker her, the more furiously she worked my length, until I didn’t know where I started and she began.
“Oh hell, Angel!” I cried, my voice muffled between her thighs. There wasn’t anything I could do, and I knew she hated to swallow it, but some secret part of me was glad I couldn’t stop-that part of me didn’t want to stop. I wanted to bury myself in the soft, wet tunnel of her mouth and fill her with my cum.
“Yes!” She whispered against the head of my cock. My balls were so tight I couldn’t even feel them on my thighs anymore! “Come in my mouth!”
Oh holy hell! I fastened my mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking at her tiny little clit as she took me into her throat again. She wanted me to come in her mouth! My cock jerked against her tongue. The ease of her soft palate against the tip, feeling it give as I sank deep into her throat, was just enough sensation to push me to that edge.
I didn’t warn her, though, because I could feel her body tensing, releasing, the soft shudder and shake of her as she came against my face almost sending me into orbit. Her thighs trembled in my hands and her juices flowed like water down my chin and cheeks, her clit throbbing against my tongue.
I didn’t think I’d ever come so hard before or since. I’m surprised I didn’t choke her with that first, thick blast. It went straight to the back of her throat, it had to, the force of it bucking my hips up with a growl and a grunt. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
The cum boiled out of my balls and roared out of the tip of my cock like a geyser, coating her mouth and tongue in seconds with white, hot fluid. I jerked and groaned
beneath her, the spasms threatening to buck her right off of me as I came, every thick surge like some final dying release into heaven.
And to my surprise, she swallowed that mouthful and then every last drop, licking my cum off her fingers and shaft, making me shiver in the wake of my climax.
“I thought you didn’t… like to swallow,” I gasped, the feel and taste of her still all over my face.
“We never did it like that before,” she murmured against the tip of my cock, licking the sensitive head and making my eyes roll back with the sensation. “I like it like that…”
I groaned. “Then we’ll have to replicate that… a lot…”
She giggled, turning around to kiss me, the slightly acrid taste of my cum in her mouth.
“Now?” she urged, straddling my thigh with her wet mound.
“I think I’ve created a monster.” I laughed, tweaking her nipple and making her squeal. “Come on, I’ll drive you to campus. Don’t you have art history this afternoon?”
“All right,” she agreed with a sigh, reaching for her clothes. “Hey… where’s my underwear?”
I frowned, still dizzy, the blood not quite thick enough in my head yet. “It was on the doorknob.”
We both looked and I blinked as if that would make it appear. It wasn’t on the floor near the door, either, we discovered, as Angel cleared away the clothes piled against the closet.
“Mark!” The sound of my dad’s voice panicked us both. Angel’s fingers had never worked so fast as she buttoned and tucked. I yanked my jeans back up, wiping my still wet face with the back of my hand.
“Fuck!” I whispered, watching Angel pulling her jeans up over her hips. The fact that she was wearing no underwear at all now actually made my cock jump, in spite of the adrenaline pumping through my body.
“We’re in here, Dad!” I called, jerking my door fully open and grabbing my backpack off the floor.
“I thought he was working late,” Angel hissed, buttoning her jeans and smoothing her long, blonde hair back into a fast ponytail, using a spare rubber band she always kept around her wrist.
“I thought so, too!” I whispered. “Don’t worry, I can handle this. It will be fine.”
“Hey, Mark,” my dad called again, and I followed the sound of his voice out into the living room. He was in the process of shaking his coat off, and I noted it must be snowing outside.
“Hey.” I tried to sound casual and not getting too close. Could you smell pussy on someone? I wondered. “I was giving Angel a ride, and I forgot my backpack,” I explained, holding it up, as if it would prove something.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded, his eyes moving past me. Angel had her coat on, and she looked flushed, but that would have been the case if we’d been out in the cold-right?
“Hi, Mr. Nelson,” she said in a soft voice, waving from the doorway.
“Hi, Angel.” My dad tugged off his boots.
“Okay, well.” I cleared my throat. “We’ll just be going.”
“Sure,” my dad agreed, moving away from the door.
I thought we were home free. Angel crowded behind me as we moved together toward the exit.
That’s when my father said, “Oh, Angel, I think you forgot something…”
She turned to him, and I felt her startle. It was like she was trying to say something, but all the breath had left her body. I turned to look.
“Those are yours, aren’t they?” My father pointed toward the couch.
My heart sank when I saw my brother’s kitten tangled up in Angel’s new underwear, the black elastic dangling from one of its fluffy orange ears.
“No,” Angel lied, pushing past me, wide-eyed, and rushing out of the house.
I locked eyes with my dad and then we both grinned.
“I probably don’t have to say anything, do I?” my dad asked.
I shook my head with a sigh, struggling the thong out of the cat’s claws and shoving it into my jeans pocket. “I don’t think I’ll ever get her back into my room again.”
“That’s what I figured,” my dad said with a satisfied nod.
As it turned out, I was right.
My dad still tells that story, sometimes, when I bring new girls around. He tells it with a funny kind of gleam in his eye. And me, I still have the thong, broken elastic and all, stuffed into one of my drawers.
Oh, and the damned cat? Moved out with my brother-just a few months too late.
THE EMPEROR’S NEW SUIT
Heidi had four minutes to get back with the dry cleaning, or she was going to get a spanking. To say that Mr. Kaiser’s methods of discipline when it came to his office staff were strange was like saying Bill Gates had a lot of money.
Still, Bill Gates didn’t have anywhere near the wealth Warren Kaiser had accumulated, even after his father’s death. Heidi was paid more per year than most women she knew who’d spent years in medical school. If she had to put up with Warren’s-eccentricities-so be it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she swore, checking her watch, which was synchronized to the clock on the mantle in his office and the other one on his desk.
She pushed the elevator button three more times and contemplated the stairs.
Forty eight flights? Even her little Pilates-on-Wednesday and Yoga-on-Saturday and a-mile-run-every-morning body wasn’t going to be able to do that in under-three minutes.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she hissed again, the elevator dinging, making her heart leap.
She waved the throng of people out, as if that might make them move faster and slipped past the last few stragglers, pushing the number for her floor. She couldn’t believe her luck-no other passengers! The doors began to ease closed and she checked her watch again. With a straight shot up, she just might make it!