Releasing his arm I take the beer from him and twist off the top. He takes it back and passes me the other beer to repeat the process. It’s the most bizarre thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“That one’s yours,” he says when I try to pass it back to him.
He pushes another finger inside; at the same time he picks up his beer and takes a drink.
“Drink,” he encourages, pulling out his now wet fingers and circling my clit with them.
With shaking hands, I raise the bottle to my lips and drink. His fingers move back inside me and I instinctively widen my stance to give him better access.
Somehow, I manage not to drop my drink when I come.
“Open your eyes,” Wes growls.
Blinking them open, I hadn’t even realized I shut them when I came. His eyes lock with mine, holding my gaze while my pussy pulses around his fingers.
“You always cum that hard?”
Not sure what he means, I shrug.
He lifts his chin in the direction of my drink. “Finish that.”
I start to ask why but think better of it for some reason. As I finish my beer, he pulls his hand from my shorts and slides his fingers into his mouth.
We finish at the same time, me with my beer and him with tasting me.
“On your knees.”
My nipples tighten. “What?”
He gives me a look that says he’s not interested in repeating himself. Licking my lips, I lower myself to my knees in front of him.
“Take out my cock.”
He takes another drink of his beer while I unbutton and then lower the zipper of his jeans. He followed his own orders and is also going commando. What I was expecting was a long thick dick. What I wasn’t expecting is one with a piercing.
There’s a thick metal ring with a ball that goes through his slit and comes out just below the head of his cock.
“Can I touch it?” I ask, peering up at him.
He smirks down at me, thrusting his hips forward till his cock is all I see. “That’s kind of the point.”
Reaching up, I touch his piercing, running my finger over the body heated metal.
“How about I let you play with it after you make me come?”
Someone is impatient.
It’s been awhile but sucking cock is like riding a bike right? Though, given the size of his dick this might be more like riding a Harley. Starting at the base, I lick the length of him, circling the head of his cock with my tongue.
Even though it might annoy him, I run my tongue over his piercing. He groans as I follow the metal into his slit with the tip of my tongue.
He’s over my teasing. He makes this clear by fisting my hair. I part my lips and he thrusts his dick into my mouth. This is not like riding a bike. This is like being run over by one.
Every blowjob I’ve given prior to this one I’ve been in complete control. Thank God my hands are free. I wrap them around the base of his cock to stop him from fucking my throat.
His piercing rubs against my flattened tongue, foreign and strange in my mouth. His hand in my hair holds my head steady as he continues to fuck my face.
Breathing through my nose, drool drips down my chin. Peering up at him I’m entranced by the way he calmly continues to drink his beer.
Fuck that.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I moan against his dick and lower one of my hands to his balls. That gets his attention. He stares down at me, beer halfway lifted to his mouth but forgotten as I cup one of his balls and gently tug on it before pushing it upward.
His hips stutter in their thrusts and he lets go of my hair to rest his hand behind him on the table.
There are people walking into the kitchen but my eyes stay locked on him. Realizing his beer is in midair he sets it on the table behind him before moving that hand to cup my face.
The stutter thrust of his hips was the only hint that he liked what I was doing to him. Moving to his other ball I hold it and softly squeeze it.
He groans, his eyes flashing. Then both of his hands come to rest on the back of my head. With one final thrust he holds my head as he cums.
Nice guys give you an option before coming down your throat. Wes isn’t a nice guy. I have to swallow around his dick or gag so I swallow. His hips jerk a bit but he does not pull out.
Thankfully, he starts to soften and I can relax my mouth a little around him. My jaw is on fire. He releases my head and I pull away. My knees hurt from kneeling this long on the tile floor.
If I try to stand, there’s a decent chance they’ll buckle. Playing it safe, I sit on my ass, right there in the middle of the kitchen. Dragging my forearm across my chin I wipe off the drool that lingers there. Then I rub my knees to see if I can get blood to circulate there again so I won’t fall over when I try to stand.
Wes watches as I do this, casually tucking his dick back into his jeans before zipping and buttoning them.
“With lips like those, I knew you’d give head like a champ,” he murmurs, offering me his hand.
He helps me up, and thankfully, my legs work.
“Want another beer?” He asks, like he didn’t just fuck my face.
You asked for this I remind myself. “Sure.”
He heads to the fridge and grabs two more beers. There are more people in the kitchen now.
The woman that was sucking dick before is now sitting on the counter; her legs spread as the guy with her fucks her. There’s another couple fucking up against the wall between the fridge and the table.
“You done with her?” A partner less guy asks Wes as we walk into the dinning room.
“Nope,” Wes replies but turns to me. “Want to suck his dick while I go down on you?”
At first I’m too focused on the him going down on me part to think. But then, rubbing my jaw I shake my head and he grins knowingly. “What about a hand job?”
I turn my gaze to the new guy and check him out. He’s not as hot as Wes, or as big but he’s still cute in a less bad boyish way. He looks like he was a boy scout. I wonder if that means he’d know how to tie me up?
“Sure.”
Wes is still holding both of our beers. He moves through the house with familiarity, leading us to a bedroom. The bed is taken, a threesome currently in progress.
There are two girls and one guy. The guy is flat on his back, with one girl riding his cock and the other his face. The girls are rubbing each other’s clits and making out as well.
Wes passes me one of the beers and opens his, calmly watching them. Then he passes me the opened beer and takes the unopened one from me. Is that chivalry, opening a beer for me?
He sits on the dresser, shifting me until I’m standing between his legs in front of him. Setting his beer next to him, he reaches up to undo the buttons of my top.
Patiently, I drink my beer as he reaches the last button and then spreads open my blouse.
Once my breasts are bared he picks up his beer again and presses it to one of my nipples.
A gasp escapes me as my nipple tightens to a hard nub against the cold glass of his bottle. He watches my face, his free hand cupping my other breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple.
One side hot, the other cold. My body wars with the conflicting sensations he’s inflicting on me. Still, I try to keep my cool and slowly continue to drink my beer.
“You’re sure you need help being bad?” He asks. “You seem pretty good at it already.”
“Really?” I blurt before I can stop myself.
A slow grin spreads across his face and he moves his beer bottle to my warm nipple.
“Shit that’s cold,” I gasp, leaning forward with my hand on his thigh to brace myself.
He pulls the bottle from me and, with his eyes on me, downs it. Following his lead I finish mine as well.
He takes my empty from me and sets it with his beside him. Then he slides off the dresser and walks me backwards to the bed. He doesn’t seem to care there are already people on it and surprisingly,
the threesome makes room for us.
His hands move to my shorts and they’re around my ankles before my back hits the bed. He frees them from around my feet, and then leaves them where they fall.
Mr. boy scout ambles up next to me, his dick out and ready for me.
“Lick your hand,” Wes encourages as he spreads my legs.
Good listener that I am, I do as he says before wrapping my hand around Mr. Boy Scout’s dick.
His dick is not as impressive as Wes’s but it isn’t small either. Somehow, even with a threesome happening next to me, and another guy’s dick in my hand, when Wes’s mouth hits my pussy everything else fades away.
Among other things that have been a first for me tonight, the fact that I haven’t kissed his mouth but we’ve both gone down on each other strikes me as funny. A giggle escapes and Wes lifts his head.
Looking down at him I lick my lips when I see his mouth is already slick from me.
“You ticklish?” He asks.
Shaking my head I make no other reply. He stares at me for a moment before lowering his mouth back to me. Mr. Boy Scout reaches down to play with my breast, roughly pinching my nipple.
It’s so unexpected I gasp. When I do, he pushes two fingers from his free hand into my mouth. He’s pissing me off, trying to make me focus on him when what I want to do is lose myself to the pleasure Wes’s mouth is bringing me.
Still, even though I’m annoyed I go along with it, until he shoves his fingers further making me gag. That’s when I squeeze the fuck out of his dick and bite his fingers at the same time.
“Fucking bitch,” he snarls and lifts his hand like he’s going to backhand me.
He doesn’t get the chance. Wes is up and on him, pushing him up against the wall with his forearm pressed to his neck.
The threesome behind me breaks up, the dude coming up on to his knees and pushing both of the girls he was fucking behind him.
Wes looks over his shoulder at me while I sit up, closing my legs. I wrap my arms around myself and cough.
“What’d he do?” He asks.
My eyes are wet from the force of my hacks and it’s a moment before I can answer him. “He was gagging me with his fingers.”
Wes looks back at him. “A girl doesn’t like what you’re doing and makes you stop and you think it’s cool to hit her?”
The guy’s face is red and his eyes are starting to bug as he claws at Wes’s arm.
“Get Martinez to get rid of him,” the guy behind me says.
One of the girls he’s with moves around him to place her hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay sweetie?”
I nod but it’s doubtful she believes me since I’m basically in a seated fetal position.
“Keep an eye on her,” Wes tells the man behind me and pulls Mr. Not a fucking Boy Scout at all from the room.
With shaking hands I button up my blouse and reach for my shorts on the floor. Now, embarrassed by my nudity I try to pull them on without exposing myself further. I’m working on closing the button when Wes comes back into the room.
With a chin lift in the direction of the guy behind me, he wordlessly takes my hand and leads me to a set of stairs. There’s a doorway at the top of them. He reaches to grab something from the top of the doorframe. It’s a key he uses to unlock the door. Once we’re through it, he locks it behind us.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“I think so, just freaked.” I reply.
He lifts his hands to frame my face and tilts it up. “I can’t believe that fucker almost hit you.”
Rolling my lips into my mouth, I press my teeth into them.
“I’m not into that shit. I mean, you want me to spank your ass, get your cheeks nice and red when I fuck you, that’s one thing. If you’re into and I’m into it because of that it’s cool. You know?”
I just stare up at him.
“Sex is fun, hell even an angry fuck is fun. When you just pound the shit out of a pussy because you’re both pissed but it’s still hot as fuck. But, that shit downstairs, fuck that.”
Still, I don’t say anything.
“Now I feel like a dick for inviting you over.”
That makes me speak. “Is this where you live?”
He nods.
“Is this your room?” I ask, glancing around.
He doesn’t answer my question. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Gulping, I reply. “I don’t ever want to see that guy again.”
He smiles. “Trust me, that fucker won’t be coming back here ever.”
Moving closer to me, he slides his hands around my waist, his chest pressed to mine. “I still want to fuck you. You into it or are you too freaked?”
The guy who fucked my face while people walked in and out of the kitchen wants to make sure I’m still into it before he tries to fuck me. Yeah, I’m still into it.
Lifting my hands, I start to unbutton my blouse.
Wes quickly takes over, pushing my hands away.
He holds my gaze as he opens my shirt and, sliding his hands over my chest and shoulders, eases it off of me.
“Lesson one grasshopper. Sex is just that sometimes. I’m going to finish what I started downstairs and then I’m going to fuck you hard. You’re going to have my cock today that in no way implies you’ll get it again. Are we clear?”
“Don’t worry,” I reply. “You’re not my type.”
He doesn’t seem fazed, if he was that would imply he gave a fuck.
My shorts are back down around my ankles. This time he doesn’t help me take them all the way off.
“On the bed.”
He smacks my ass when I turn, making me jump and move faster. Again, I’m on my back. There’s music coming from downstairs but it’s muffled.
Without the distraction of a threesome or a jackass trying to gag me, I’m able to fully appreciate Wes’s mouth between my legs. He isn’t the first guy who has gone down on me.
Still, he’s so good he could teach a class. He mastered it all, clit location, pressure and variation of tongue strokes and the bonus of proper finger fucking.
He didn’t just jam his fingers in and out of me like some guys had. No, he massaged the inside of my pussy. I wasn’t even coming yet and my legs were already tingling.
He also knew when and how to use his teeth. Unexpected nips at my clit had my back arching off the bed. There was no rhyme or reason to when he bit me. I was suspended with need waiting the next jolt.
It built within me, and like the master that he was he feed it until the sensation became so big it burst. I didn’t just come; I came harder than I ever have before.
“Oh God Wes. Oh my God,” I moaned.
He doesn’t stop but continues to consume me as I shudder.
“I want you to pulse like that around my dick,” he murmurs after lifting his head.
Holding my gaze he slowly licks his lips. “I like the way you taste.”
“Cafeteria is always open if you’re ever hungry.”
That makes him laugh; the sound of it filling what I’m assuming is his room.
“You sure you’re a good girl?” He asks. “Nothing tonight has fazed you.”
“Maybe my inner bad girl has been sleeping this whole time and now she’s waking up.”
“Whatever you say. Now, get on your knees and bend over.”
He undresses behind me while I do as he says. There’s the tear of a condom wrapper and then the heat and press of his skin to mine.
“Hands behind your back,” he orders.
Since they’re holding me up, I reach back with only one at first. He closes his hand around my wrist and smacks my ass, hard.
“The other.”
I have to trust that he’ll keep me from falling forward onto my face. Letting his grip on my hand take my weight I reach back with my other hand.
His hand is so big he easily holds both of my wrists in it. Then, with no warning, or no hint of his intention, he slams into me. He’s big, so big that I
gasp at the feeling of fullness.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he groans. “You’ve had sex before, right?”
“It’s,” I struggle to get the words out. “Been awhile.”
With my hands behind my back, I’m completely under his control. He doesn’t hold back, he isn’t gentle, he takes my pussy and he does it exactly like he said he would, hard.
“You ever cum with just a cock?”
How he thinks I can hold a conversation at this point is beyond me. My mouth is too busy trying to breathe so I shake my head.
“I like a challenge,” he replies and then moves his arm, changing the angle I’m bent at.
My face hovers above his mattress as he continues to drive into me. God, it’s good, so good but I doubt his ability to locate my elusive g spot.
Each of my long-term boyfriends tried, repeatedly. Granted, they were working with knives in comparison to the sword Wes carries between his legs.
He loosens his grip on my hands, freeing one. “Hold yourself up.”
The moment my hand is on the mattress he lets go of my other hand, then both of my legs are up and he’s taking me like he was pushing a fucking wheelbarrow.
My awareness of my own body shifts and with startling clarity recognizes what he’s done.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” I gasp.
Houston, Wes has located my fucking G spot.
My reaction spurs him on, his fingers digging into the tops of my thighs as his dick hammers uncharted territory. After that, it doesn’t take long.
This orgasm is different than the one he gave me with his mouth. Instead of waves that pulse out from my sex, there’s a weight that grows in my core.
It both tingles and heats me from within and then, at its peak I cum, tightening around his cock as the warmth travels outward from my center.
It tickles my clit, and fills my belly with warmth, it makes my breasts feel heavy and my nipples tingle. My legs? They’ve disappeared altogether except for tension in my feet as my toes curl.
“Fuck,” Wes groans, his hips jerking the same way they had earlier when he came.
He doesn’t pull out, but lowers my knees back to the bed. Folding forward, I press my cheek to his bed.
His hands come to rest on the cheeks of my ass. He rubs them, and runs his finger down the crack of my ass. When it reaches my anus he circles the skin around my hole.
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