by D. L. Savage
“You’re missing out,” Tawna laughed, brazenly coaxing him over to her side of the couch and then leaning in to lick the cream from his torso, her tongue finishing just a few inches from his thick, half-hard cock.
And before she could move her head away, he’d thrown the towel around her shoulders, pulling her closer with it, so that her face was right up next to his dick, but hidden from view.
I sat there next to her, paralyzed in shock. And while I couldn't actually see what was going on going on beneath the towel, from the most bobbing motion of Tawna’s head and the little moans of pleasure I could hear her making, I had a pretty good idea. Her bobbing head grew faster and she leant in, her thighs spreading wide apart, so that the hem of her pink mini dress rode up enough to give me a flash of her white panties – panties which I guessed were probably soaked through.
I glanced up at Julio, a shiver running through my skinny body as his dark eyes latched onto mine as he whipped the towel away, to give me a brief flash.
And the shock of actually seeing Tawna like that seemed to make the molly feel even more intense, buzzing hard in my veins now as I watched on, unable to believe it was even happening and more turned on that I could possibly even comprehend.
Because there she was, just a few feet away from me, with Julio’s thick hard cock filling her mouth, her eyes closed in pleasure as she worked her glossy lips up and down the smooth dark shaft of his cock.
It was like I’d landed slap bang in the middle of a porno and I just sat there trembling next to her, my own cock soaking my panties with precum, unable to tear my eyes away from Tawna as she bobbed her head, slurping and sucking greedily on Julio’s cock which, by now had grown huge and hard. She let out a throaty purr of pleasure, her eyes closed tight in satisfaction, while her slender fingers slid between her spread thighs, slowly teasing the mound of her pussy through the silky white fabric of her panties, taking him so deep into her mouth that a teardrop slid down her cheek ...
I felt my own mouth watering despite myself, my cock throbbing so damn hard in my thong that I felt almost like I might come without even touching myself, just from fucking turned on I was right now.
And as Julio finally slid his glistening cock from Tawna’s mouth then turned his hips in my direction, it felt as if everything went into slow motion, my heart thudding, my mind racing as he began to me with his dick, jiggling its glistening length right in my face, so close I could feel the heat emanating from it, as I sat there, rooted to the couch in shock.
“Do it,” Tawna murmured sluttily in my ear. “It’s delicious.”
As she spoke, Julio sprayed another line of foamy white cream all the way down his glistening abs, inviting me to lick it. I could feel my heart pounding so damn hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest, wrestling with my conflicting feelings.
With a final shivery breath, I leant forward, easing my face towards his perfect chest, stretching out my tongue to lap at the line of cream, its sweet taste quickly filling my mouth as I worked my nervous tongue down, down, down ...
But then I paused, shivering, my outstretched tongue right there at the base of his cock, before pulling my face away and shaking my head, still struggling with my shame ... and my sexuality itself.
“I'm sorry,” I murmured. “I can’t do it.”
“What about now,” Julio laughed, once again grabbing the towel and throwing it around the back of my head, before pulling my face so close to his groin that I could actually feel the musky heat of his cock and balls bathing my face, the room plunging into darkness as he pulled the towel tight around my face, hiding me from view.
And maybe it was the molly in my veins or maybe it was simply the fact that I was so fucking turned on it was crazy, but I knew that I just had to do or else I'd regret this moment for the rest of my life.
Hidden away, I was finally able to let go of my inhibitions, my shame melting away as I pushed forward with a breathy sigh of desire, taking Julio’s hot hard cock deep into my mouth, a shudder of pleasure of rushing through my slender body as the silk of his skin slid against my tongue and the sweaty musk of his cock mingled with the sweetness of the cream, more delicious than I could ever have imagined.
I let out an involuntary moan of slutty pleasure as I began to suck greedily on his cock, working my lips up and down its throbbing length, before turning my attention to his balls which were as smooth as two large eggs, lapping at them greedily, even sucking them into my mouth one by one, before running my lips up and down the underside of his thick curved shaft then taking the bulbous mushroom head of his cock once more into my eager mouth.
At some point I became dimly aware that the towel had fallen away, but by now I didn’t care, sucking faster and faster as I heard Tawna cheering me on – “Go get it girl!” – as I bobbed my head, sucking and slobbering on his big juicy cock, wanting to cram as much of it into my mouth as I could.
I let out another moan as I felt Julio take hold of my head, thrusting his hips in a slow steady rhythm as he began to fuck my face, plunging his big dick in and out of my mouth until I felt utterly lost in slutty pleasure, my body quaking with sensation. Yet even in my stupor, I suddenly registered more hands, prying my legs apart.
What the hell?
I realized that at some point Tawna must have slipped off the sofa and moved between my thighs, and sure enough I felt her long slender fingers spreading my thighs wide apart then tugging open my panties.
I let out a muffled moan around Julio’s shaft as I felt the warmth of her mouth closing around my cock, while he continued to fuck my face in a slow sensuous rhythm.
Holy shit. This felt more incredible than I could ever have imagined, and all of a sudden I felt the pleasure cresting me inside me.
My eyes widened and my stomach spiked; I obviously wanted to warn Tawna that I was about to come, but with Julio’s throbbing dick crammed deep into my mouth, all I could do was let out a muffled girly moan before I let go, unloading what felt like a monster load into her willing mouth, my skinny body quaking and my lips clamping tight around Julio’s dick, my eyes rolling back in my skull as I rode out perhaps the most intense orgasm of my life.
“Are you ready, baby?” Julio moaned just then, sliding his cock from my mouth and beginning to jack it, aiming the shiny purple head right at my lips.
As the last shivers of my orgasm fluttered through my body, I felt myself nodding, staring up at him with pleading eyes and parting my lips, offering my pink outstretched tongue like a good little slut ...
His abs tensed and he let out a deep final moan before he began to cum, his big dick squirting blast after blast of hot fresh cum against my tongue and quickly flooding my throat. I gulped it back, desperate for more, savoring his creamy, salty load, my body quaking with slutty pleasure as the reality of what I’d just done slowly began to sink in ...
Epilogue
My eyes flashed open, my vision flooding with bright morning sunshine, and for a moment I didn’t know where I was, because this swanky-ass bedroom didn’t look anything like mine.
But as Tawna stirred next to me in the huge bed, the memories of last night came flooding back.
Had all that really happened?
“Hey,” she murmured, turning to face me, the crisp white sheets tucked just above her breasts and contrasting with her golden tan, “how’re you feeling?”
“I actually feel alright,” I said, “but I bet I look hideous.”
“You actually look really cute,” she grinned.
“I guess I’d better return to real life,” I said sadly, casting a glance at my discarded jeans, boxers and shirt, which lay in a sorry pile in the corner of her bedroom.
“Says who?” she replied. “It’s Sunday. That’s another whole twenty four hours before the working week starts again. Don’t you want to spend a little longer as Cleo first?”
“I guess I do,” I admitted with a shy grin.
And as her big brown eyes locked onto mine I felt a r
ush of excitement at the thought that she obviously enjoyed our girly adventure just as much as I did. But the moment was broken by the sound of footsteps, and then a few seconds later Julio appeared in the doorway dressed in nothing but his tight white briefs, his muscular body just as incredible as I remembered.
“Coffee for the ladies?” he asked, shooting us both a big grin.
“Actually make that champagne,” Tawna replied. “There should be a bottle in the fridge ...”
“Champagne for me, too,” I chimed.
As he turned to head off into the kitchen, I flopped back onto the bed and began to laugh heartily.
“What?” Tawna pried. “What’s so funny?”
“I guess ...” I began, fighting back the giggles as I thought about our gorgeous naked manservant, out there in the kitchen pouring glasses of champagne while we lay in bed like queens, “girls really do have it easier after all …”
Pink Box
1
When my friend Ellie asked if wanted to sing karaoke with her in Chinatown, I leapt at the chance. After all, I’d had a huge crush on her ever since I first met her at a house party a few months back. She was super cute, with short blonde hair and striking blue eyes. I guess you could say she was kinda tomboyish, and while I didn’t normally go for that type of look, there was just something so fun and warm about her personality that I found I really dug.
We got on so damn easily at the party it was crazy, with Ellie telling me all about her job at the language school, where she spent her days teaching the great many Japanese students that came to the city to learn English, and how she was studying Japanese part time, too. I told her all about my journalism degree and how I was trying to scrape by as a freelance writer. But what she seemed really interested in was the fact that I was half Japanese on my mom’s side.
“No way!” she’d exclaimed excitedly, asking me a whole ton of questions, at which point I’d grown a little embarrassed as I revealed that I’d never actually gotten around to learning the language myself, despite many opportunities.
We’d left the party that night with each other’s numbers, and a plan in place to meet up some time soon so that Ellie could maybe finally teach me a little Japanese.
Which was how we began hanging out, always in Chinatown – visiting the local stores and bars and whatnot, eating and drinking, getting to know each other. And while my crush developed at a rapid pace, she’d never actually given me any real indication that she liked me back that way. Which meant that I was starting to wonder if I was slipping into the dreaded Friend Zone.
Take tonight for example. We’d spent the last hour or so drinking and singing in our very own private karaoke booth which should have been a recipe for romance, right? But somehow I just couldn’t work up the nerve to make a move. It was like I was waiting for an indicator, just some small hint or other that she was into me, some way of knowing for sure that I wouldn’t be making a total fool of myself if I tried it on with her ...
“Let’s do a duet!” she announced just then, drunkenly searching through the booth’s touch screen video display.
But before she could even type in her latest search, the door to our room opened up and one of the staff arrived to let us know that we’d run out of time.
“Already?” Ellie laughed.
The girl nodded apologetically.
Damn, I thought, that hour really went by fast. And while singing had definitely been fun, the beer and tequila shots had certainly helped us along, too.
We switched off our microphones, then followed the girl out of the booth and down the corridor toward the main reception desk to settle up, the sounds of out of tune karaoke drifting out from the other booths on the way. As we walked, I found myself peering in through the windows at the other groups – a gaggle of excited girls in one, a bunch of drunk businessmen in another, all of them Asian.
It was so weird that I’d never really been to the Chinatown district of this city much before considering I was part-Asian myself. It had taken Ellie to drag me here, teaching me that if anything the Japanese population thrived in this city just as much as the Chinese did. The place we were in was a sprawling multi-story Japanese shopping mall, with a grocery store on the ground floor, book store and hairdressers on the first floor, and a Karaoke place and some other bars and whatnot up on the third. From what I gathered, the majority of the mall’s customers were real Japanese kids; overspill from the nearby language schools.
As we reached the reception desk, I noticed that the girl who worked there was looking at me as if waiting for me to pay, but as I began to take my wallet from my back pocket, Ellie quickly cut in.
“Hey, don’t worry, this is my treat,” she said.
“Thanks so much,” I replied, relieved that I didn’t have to dip any further into my dwindling bank account. Yet at the same time I felt embarrassed, too – especially considering I was kinda hoping this was a date.
As Ellie turned to face the desk and began to speak in fluent Japanese, I watched the girl’s eyes widen in astonishment. Soon the two women had struck up a fast back and forth conversation (none of which I understood) as the girl processed Ellie’s card then handed her the receipt.
It was so damn emasculating to let Ellie pay for everything, and not for the first time I found myself daydreaming about some vague point in the future when I was a prize-winning journalist, with enough disposable income to pick up the tab for once.
Once the bill was settled, we made our way out of the Karaoke place and into the maze-like corridors of the mall’s third floor, attempting to make our way back towards the central staircase that led down to ground level. But as we turned one corner then another, we found ourselves instead in some brand new area of the building, one that we definitely hadn’t explored before.
Because it seemed to contain what looked like a gaudy lap dance club, the bright pink sign written in Japanese kanji only. But from the curvy female silhouettes that adorned either side of the writing it was pretty clear that something X-rated was happening on the other side of the club’s pitch black doors.
“Hey, what is that place?” I asked, pointing out the glowing pink sign to Ellie.
“I'm not too hot on kanji,” she replied, furrowing her brow in concentration, “but it looks like it says… Pink Box? Whatever the hell that means ...”
Just then our conversation was interrupted as the very same group of drunk businessmen who’d been singing karaoke bustled past us and stumbled right up toward the doors to the club. They stopped outside and the nearest one reached out, pressing a buzzer by the doorway.
Ellie and I both watched on, confused and intrigued, and a moment later the door slid open and just for a split second I caught a glimpse inside, my eyes taking in a kaleidoscopic whirl of colored lights and what looked like mirrored walls within. What's more, the businessman seemed to be welcomed inside by a strikingly beautiful older woman, dressed in an elegant red kimono.
What the fuck? I thought as the door slid closed again.
“What was that place?” I asked, turning to Ellie, more confused than ever.
“I don't know,” she replied. “But it looked kinda sleazy, don’t you think?”
“Ha ha, yeah,” I replied, embarrassed about how interested I’d become in it.
With that Ellie turned to head back the way we’d come and I made to follow her. But as we finally found the staircase and made our way out to ground level, I couldn’t help but feel my thoughts straying back to the intriguing and mysterious Pink Box club.
I don’t know what it was exactly, but this two words seemed to contain some kind of tantalizing mystery ...
* * *
“Hey, you want me to walk you to the bus stop?” I asked hopefully as we stepped out into the busy rush of Chinatown a few moments later, figuring this might be my last chance for something to happen between us, a goodnight kiss perhaps.
“Oh, you don’t have to,” Ellie smiled back. “Your stop is a couple blocks th
e other way, isn’t it?”
I nodded, feeling another pang of frustration, a reminder that we lived in different districts – and that I was heading back to my crummy studio apartment alone. But as her blue eyes caught mine, I wondered just for a half second if I perhaps read some hesitation in them ...
“Well, catch you round,” she said hesitantly, again something subtle in her voice telling me that maybe, just maybe, she wanted something to happen between us just as much as I did right now.
And maybe it was the alcohol in my veins, or maybe the fact that I’d been listening to a whole bunch of self-help audiobooks that all talked about ‘seizing the moment’ but right there on the sidewalk I figured what the hell, Danny, you only live once. And before I could stop myself, I’d leant in to kiss her.
For a moment it all seemed to be going great – like something in a movie – but in the split second before my lips touched against hers, she pulled away, blurting out, “Woah, Dan, what’re you doing?” a look of pure horror etched on her pretty face.
“Oh, shit ...” I began, my face burning with embarrassment now. “I don’t know, “ I added, “never mind.”
Now it was Ellie’s turn to act embarrassed, as she said, “Oh my god, I should have realized. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on, I thought we were friends ...”
“Forget about it,” I groaned, cringing hard, just wanting this whole awkward ordeal to be over with.
“If it makes you feel any better,” she added gently, reaching out and laying a hand on my shoulder, “I’m into girls.”
“Oh,” I said, the truth finally dawning on me.
To be honest, that did help, and I found myself looking at Ellie in a whole new way. Because with her short blonde hair and the fact that always she wore hardly any make-up, and dressed in stuff like jeans and plaid shirts, it totally made sense.