Big Book of Smut
Page 31
I looked out the window through the living room and watched Billy dive into our pool. The water glistened off his body as he swam. His bulging arms cut through the water like his belt snapped through the air as he spanked me last night.
He got out of the pool and stood in front of the window. He stared at me and pointed. I know what he was thinking: you best keep your mouth shut Kitten or I’m gonna give it to you ten times worse. I nodded at him and smiled. The water ran down and over the cuts and muscles across his flat, tan stomach. I dragged my eyes back up to his and he winked at me and walked away. I had to have him again.
“Michael, can I talk to you alone?” I asked.
My brother knew what I wanted to talk to Michael about. We discussed it. He told me to keep my mouth shut too. I didn’t care what Dylan thought. I just knew I wanted Billy again. Dylan kicked me under the table. I gave him a dirty look.
“Sure Kitten, when?” Michael asked.
“Now…I’d like to talk now,” I said.
“Okay, let’s go to my office,” Michael said.
As I left the table, Dylan tried to grab my arm. I shook him off and kept walking. I heard my mother ask him what was going on. She sounded worried. She should.
Michael’s office is big and dark, like a cave. There is a secret wall that leads you down a stone-lined pathway into the basement. It is very gothic. The arched walls of the office are stone and thousands of books line the walls. Michael read every one. I spend a lot of time in the office. Michael encourages all of us to hang out in there and read whatever we want. Nothing is off limits to Michael. I think I’m the only one in the family who takes him up on it though.
His desk is an ornate, mahogany monstrosity; glossy and hard. I watched him and my mother fuck on top of that desk a couple of times. She slid around and he dug his fingers deep into her legs to keep from fucking her off the top of his desk. Michael sat in his big leather chair behind the desk and stared at me for a moment before speaking.
“I think I know what this is about Kitten,” Michael said.
“You do? But how?” I replied.
“Well you’ve been acting sort of strange since you were with your mother and me. I understand; it’s odd for you. It’s okay. Do you want to sit up here Kitten?” Michael patted his desk.
“No that’s not it Michael,” I said as I walked around to where he sat, climbed over one of his legs and hopped up on the desk.
My legs dangled off the desk between his legs. I looked down and studied his Hawaiian-print swim trunks, not obscenely short, but still showing off his bronze, muscular legs. My eyes traveled up to the bulge in his shorts.
My eyes moved up and lingered on his flat stomach covered by a thin, white undershirt. I could see the swell of his pectoral muscles through the shirt, his nipples poking against the material. His neck was magnificent and thick and then I reached his face. The shadow of a Saturday morning beard poked through his smooth, dark skin. Full red lips concealed flawless teeth. A perfect, straight nose that would have been Michelangelo’s envy and shining blue-green eyes framed with dark lashes. He returned my stare and smiled.
“That’s a very pretty nightgown Kitten. It suits you,” Michael said staring at the flimsy pink chiffon that barely covered my tits.
My pussy was so wet and I wondered if I would end up leaving a puddle on his beautiful, imported desk.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I felt my cheeks redden despite trying hard not to blush. Michael reached out and stroked my hair and then curled it around his fingers.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are Kitten,” Michael whispered.
Here I wanted to tell Michael that my mother cheated on him and all I could think about was shoving his cock inside my pussy and screaming for him to pound me. Self-righteousness is a tricky little fuck, isn’t it? Michael reached his hand underneath my chin and brought my face up so I stared into his eyes. He winked at me and smiled.
“Thank you Michael,” I said.
“No thanks necessary. Your beauty is even more stunning because you don’t even know you possess it. You have no clue. It’s amazing,” Michael said and laughed.
I shifted on his desk and he let my chin go and ran his smooth hand down my arm, across my belly and rested it on my leg. He spread his legs just a bit and reached out and grabbed my calves and placed my feet on the chair between his legs. He grabbed my right foot and placed his thumbs into the ball of my foot and pulsed and pressed. I felt a shiver run up my calf and rest in the back of my thigh close to my ass. I sighed and Michael smiled.
“That feels good,” I said.
“It’s supposed to Kitten,” Michael whispered.
He raised my foot to his face and looked at my sparkly pink toenail polish and smiled.
“Nice,” he chuckled.
He placed my big toe inside the wet, warmth of his mouth. I gasped. He ran his tongue around my toe and I lifted off the desk. He sucked on my toe and short, staccato bursts of pleasure shot up my leg, hit my pussy with a bang and swirled around in my lower back. I tried to dig my fingers into the top of the desk as I leaned back slightly and he parted his full, cushiony lips and took the other four toes of my foot into his beautiful mouth.
He sucked hard on my toes and I reached under my nightgown, parted my legs further and touched my wet pussy. He looked down and watched me rub my pussy while he continued to suck my toes. His cock strained against his shorts and I wanted to make it free. He suddenly stopped sucking.
“Kitten, do you know what the definition of a hedonist is?” he asked.
“Not the verbatim definition, but I know what it means,” I said.
“A hedonist is someone who believes that the only thing that matters in life is pleasure and that pleasure is the only pure good in this world. We, your mother and I, are hedonists. We believe in pleasure. If you feel strange about any of this, what happened between you and I before or what’s happening now, you can tell me,” Michael said as he rubbed my foot.
“I understand Michael. It’s okay. But tell me, what is happening now?” I said.
I leaned back a little more, parted my leg further and plunged my fingers into my cunt and pumped my hand in and out. I didn’t take my eyes away from his as I fingered myself. I took my fingers away from my pussy and shoved my wet fingertips into his mouth.
“Hmmm. That’s nice,” he said after he pulled my fingers from his mouth and smiled.
“Why did you stop sucking on my toes?” I asked.
“Because, we’re talking Kitten,” he said.
I pouted and parted my legs wider until his legs were in between mine on the chair. I lifted my nightgown up and gave him a good point of view shot of my pink, shaved pussy. He licked his lips and smiled.
“Kitten, I want to talk to you about how you feel,” Michael said.
“You already know how I feel Michael. In fact, I want you to know how I feel again.” I said and I grabbed his hand and put it on my tit.
He was all glowing white teeth as he smiled and yanked on the springy chiffon of my nightgown and reached inside and pulled my tits out. He got up from his chair and stood in between my legs. The original reason for my visit with Michael was forgotten and all I wanted were his cushiony lips sucking at mine.
“Your tits are magnificent Kitten,” Michael said as he tweaked my nipples between his fingers.
“Thank you. That feels so good,” I whispered.
He bent his head and squeezed my tits together. He took both my nipples into his mouth and sucked quickly. His tongue swirled around my nipples and his full lips tightened and sucked them deeper into his mouth. I slid toward the edge of the desk, spread my legs wide and rubbed my pussy against his taught stomach. I steeled my arms against the desk behind me, bucked my hips up and down and clenched my legs around his waist; kneading his hard ass with my feet.
“Fuck, you’re wet my girl,” Michael whispered after sucking on my nipples for a minute.
My nipple
“You know,” Michael said as he unwound my legs from his waist with his hands, “about two years ago, I was at a party and I went upstairs to take a piss. I walked into one of the bedrooms and the hostess of the party and her friend were sitting on the bed. The hostess just had a baby and she was showing her friend her engorged breasts. Her friend told her she could help and put her lips around one of the hostess’ nipples and started to suck.”
Michael pushed me back across the desk and spread my legs up and apart with his hands. I leaned up on my elbows and played with my pussy as he watched. He smiled, let go of my legs and brought his swim trunks down around his ankles. His cock sprung up, pointed toward the ceiling and the head glistened with his pre-cum. He leaned over me and kissed both my nipples. I stuck my fingers in his mouth and he sucked for a moment.
“Continue your story Michael,” I whispered as I swirled around my clit with my wet fingers.
“Well, the look on the hostess’ face was raw pleasure as she parted her legs and rubbed her pussy through her pantyhose. Her friend, kneeling to the side, had her dress up over her hips and her legs spread wide. I watched the pussy juice running down the inside of her leg as she sucked furiously on the hostess’ tit. I stood there watching for a moment and then approached the bed. I had to experience what was causing both of them so much joy.
“The hostess held her other breast out to me and I knelt between her legs, shoved her breast in my mouth and started sucking. She rubbed her foot across my cock through my pants as I sucked harder and harder.”
Michael grabbed a firm hold of his cock and started pumping it and watched me rub my pussy. I took my left breast and put it in my mouth and sucked on my nipple.
He shoved his cock into my pussy and thrust only once. A shock of pleasure bolted from my lower back to my clit. He moved his hips in a circular motion. His cock filled me and I humped against it, sliding my pussy up and down his shaft.
He bit his lip and closed his eyes for a moment and moved back a couple steps removing his cock from my cunt. I tried to tighten my pussy muscles against him to prevent that big, thick dick from leaving my pussy but he was stronger than me. His cock shined with my juices and he started working it again with his hand; up, swirling over the shaft and back down again.
“Finish your story Michael. It got me so horny!” I said as I leaned back, spread my legs wide and started slapping my pussy.
“Her milk flowed into my mouth. It was sweet yet salty; thick at first, then thin and warm. I tore at the soaking wet crotch of her pantyhose and jammed three fingers into her pussy as she rubbed her clit. The friend and I each sucked a tit. Her friend rubbed her pussy and the hostess rubbed and pulsed against my cock through my suit pants with her feet. The hostess screamed for her friend and I to suck her tits harder. Her friend moaned and shook as she came.
“The hostess lifted up on the bed with her arms and started bucking back and forth against my fingers in her cunt. I unhooked my belt and took my pants down with one hand as I yanked on her tit with my mouth. She placed a foot on either side of my cock and she jacked me off with her feet. Her pussy tightened against my fingers and she propelled her hips harder and faster against my fingers; pumping harder and faster against my cock with her feet.”
I slapped my pussy harder and faster matching the rhythm Michael used to work his cock. I felt the wave of my orgasm build so I eased off a bit. I wanted him to make me cum and I didn’t want it to be over.
“You are so fucking hot Michael. I want your cock inside me now!” I said.
He smiled at me but continued pumping his cock with his hands. Obviously pleased with my begging, he brought his cock to my pussy and rubbed the head in between my puffy cunt lips. I pulled up on my lower stomach exposing my engorged clit. He spit on my pussy and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth across my clit.
“Are you Daddy’s horny little slut Kitten?” Michael whispered.
“Yes, I am,” I said. “I want more!”
“Do you want me to finish my story?” he asked.
“Yes! Then I want you to fill me up with your big, wide cock!” I squealed.
He jammed his cock in my pussy hard and started pumping into it with the same vigor he used to pump his cock with his hand. I slid across the mahogany desk and he ground his fingers into my shoulders to prevent me from falling off as he thrust deeper and harder into my wet cunt. He continued his story between jagged breaths, looking into my eyes as he fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.
“The hostess used the force of her desire to tighten and pump her pussy up and down my fingers. Her friend spit some of the milk onto the hostess’ huge clit and I rubbed it with my thumb. Her milk was flowing into my mouth faster than I could swallow and started running down the sides of my chin. Her friend, already satiated, moved away from the hostess’ tit and licked the milk off my face.
“The hostess jacked me off hard with her feet and I was about to cum. I grabbed her friend by the back of her head and shoved her face toward my cock. I came all over her face and neck. The hostess came against my fingers and took her tit from my mouth. She leaned down and licked my jizz off her friend’s face. It was one of the hottest things I ever experienced. I wish I could do that with you.” he groaned, taking long deep strokes in and out of my tight pussy.
“You can do anything you want with me!” I moaned.
“Yes I can, can’t I?” Michael said. “Kitten is Daddy’s fuck doll isn’t she?”
“Whatever you want me to be,” I whispered.
I reached in between us and pinched and tugged at my clit. Michael lifted one of my tits and shoved it in his mouth and sucked. He then, as fast as he shoved it in, took his cock from my pussy and hopped up on the desk next to me.
“You’re going to squirt in my mouth. It’ll be like the breast milk,” he said.
He knelt beside me on the desk. I spread my legs wide and he shoved three fingers deep in my cunt and started pressing up toward the ceiling. It felt as if someone attached electrodes to my pussy as quakes and tremors rippled across my body.
“Does Daddy’s fuck doll like that?” Michael said.
“Yes!” I moaned.
With his hand still inside me, he spun me around on the desk and straddled my head with his legs.
“My fuck doll needs Daddy’s big cock shoved in her mouth!” he said.
I arched my hips, opened my mouth wide and he thrust his cock in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and started sucking on it like I pictured him sucking on the woman’s milk-engorged tit. I circled the head of his cock with my tongue while I sucked harder and harder. He exposed my clit with his other hand, shifted down my body and brought his lips around my clit.
He sucked on my clit as if it was the woman’s nipple while pressing harder and harder with his fingers in my pussy. He opened his mouth wider sucking my cunt lips in to fill his mouth. He was suctioned to me and me to him, as I sucked on his cock. I felt this surge build deep inside me as if I was being pulled out with a strong tide. I jammed forward, clenched my legs to the side of his head and came down with my knees.
I squirted inside his mouth as I gushed and came, bucking my hips up and down on the desk. He moaned, low and long, and flooded my mouth with his sweet, warm cum as he slurped at my pussy with his lips. I swallowed every drop, sucking away at his cock like a baby on mommy’s tit.
We laid there in the 69 position for a minute and he kissed my pussy softly with his generous mouth. I nibbled on his cock with my lips and ran my tongue lightly around the head. He shivered and came up and sat beside me.
“Well, that was an interesting talk,” he said and chuckled.
I smiled and looked down and focused on my knee. It was still red from pressing against the side of his head. He took a piece of hair away from my face and twirled it around his fingers.
“Are you okay Kitten?” Michael asked.
“Yes, I’m fine. Worn out I guess,” I said and blushed.
Michael got off the desk and put his swim trunks back on.
“You stay in here as long as you want. I’ve got to get back to your mother. I promised her a swim,” he said.
I nodded and continued to focus on my knee.
He got to the door and turned back to me.
“Hey, what did you want to talk to me about?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” I said and chuckled.
I sat on his desk staring at the books lining the walls for a bit. I hopped down off the desk on unsteady legs. I looked back at the desk and saw the unmistakable impression of my ass in the glossy mahogany of Michael’s desktop. A light knock came from the other side of the door.
“Kitten?” The door opened and Billy came in.
I spread out some of the books and walked to the other side of the desk and sat in Michael’s chair.
“Hey, what’s up?” I tried to sound normal, whatever the fuck that sounds like.
“What’s going on? You were in here with Michael for a while,” Billy said as he walked toward me.
My face felt hot. I know I was blushing. It was made worse I’m sure by trying to stop. I fidgeted with some of the books on the top of the desk trying to spread them out so they covered my ass print. I vowed at that moment to try and stop getting myself into situations that made me fidget. But I knew that was a lie. I’m not wired like you. Or maybe I am. Maybe we’re both wired wrong.
“Nothing, we were just talking,” I said as I kept my eyes glued to the book in front of me. Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller. Figures.
Billy walked up to my chair and grabbed the armrest spinning the chair toward him. He knelt at my feet and positioned his beautiful face until his eyes were staring into mine. I knew I was blinking like an idiot. I knew my face was hot. I knew--
“It smells like sex in here,” Billy said.
He knew what I knew. I did that fake laugh that everyone knows is a fake laugh. The fake laugh gives you away worse than anything. Never, I repeat, never, use the fake laugh; you’ll get caught like I do every fucking time.
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