The lights were low, and the room was warm with the flickering gray-blue glow of the TV. I’d picked the movie deliberately; slow, brooding, and a little boring. It was also something we’d both seen already, so no need to pay *too much* attention. That meant I was free to do other things.
Which was exactly my plan.
Jason was beside me on the couch, shifting a little uncomfortably, and I wondered how hard he was already. It was my fault, of course; the outfit I was wearing was ridiculous, almost comical in how little it managed to conceal. A cropped white T-shirt clung snug to my chest, riding so high that the bottom curve of my breasts pushed out in shameless arcs of underboob every time I breathed. Below, a pair of white lace panties clung precariously to my hips, barely covering my ass.
For the first twenty minutes of the movie I lay stretched out beside him, pretending it was normal, pretending I didn’t find it thrilling every time he sneaked a glance at my barely-concealed body.
But now, just like always, I wanted more.
“Can I rest my head on your lap?” I asked.
Before he could answer, I got on all fours and lowered myself down beside him, laying my head on his stomach, placing my hand on the waistband of his sweatpants, just low enough to be suggestive. I smiled; through his sweatpants, I could see that his cock was hard already.
“Why is everyone in the future always so miserable?” I asked, like my hand wasn’t millimeters away from the tip of his throbbing cock.
“I don’t know,” he said, his voice sounding a little thin. “I’m not really paying attention…”
“Rude,” I said. “This is a multimillion-dollar movie! You should be taking it all in.”
I lifted my head and tugged down his sweatpants in one motion, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach, exposing him to the cool air and the soft light of the TV. The head was inches from my mouth.
“Wow, is that for me?”
I leaned in and gave it a kiss. He moaned softly, hips twitching. I did it again, higher this time, closer to the tip, my lips grazing his skin. Then I blew a slow breath across the head and watched it throb in response. On screen, a fight broke out, and I looked up, watching for a few moments.
“Apparently he punched him for real in this scene.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jason said, his voice strained.
I took him into my mouth slowly, sliding down until my lips brushed the base. On screen, the movie played on, and I kept him there, in my mouth, my tongue circling him slowly, sucked him like I had all night. No rush. No goal. Just steady rhythm, wet heat, slow strokes and careful suction. My hand cradled his balls. My fingers squeezed gently, matching the tempo of my mouth.
His hand was gripping the couch now, the other hovering uncertainly, like he didn’t know where to put it. I bobbed my head a little faster, saliva running down his shaft, the sound of it mixing with his breathing. I felt his thighs tensing. I kept going. Waited for that exact moment, the one right before he’d lose control, and then stopped, letting him fall from my mouth, wet and twitching.
“I’m thirsty.”
I stood slowly, lifting my arms above my head and stretching out, pushing my ass back toward his face, the little lace panties doing almost nothing to conceal me. I turned, booped him on the nose, and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a can of soda from the fridge.
“You want me to bring you anything back?” I shouted through the wall.
“You have no idea!” he called back, and I grinned.
When I returned, he had pulled up his sweatpants and was under the blanket once more.
“Oh,” I said. “Don’t you want me to keep going?”
“Oh…I just wasn't sure you…”
“Hands behind your head,” I said.
He obeyed instantly.
“Good boy. Now open your legs.”
He once again did as he was told, and I dropped to my knees and pulled my shirt off over my head. My breasts bounced free, huge and round and swollen. Looking him in the eyes, I reached out and removed his sweatpants again. His cock was still wet with my saliva. Perfect.
“Do you want to fuck them?”
“Fuck…what?”
“My tits. Do you want to fuck them?”
“Oh my god, yes.” His mouth opened. “I really do.”
I smiled as I pushed them together, the same way I had done in front of the mirror, imagining him imagining me. Now it was real, his cock sliding between them with an obscene ease, my saliva making it easy, my breasts soft and pliant between my fingers, burying him in the wet channel between them. He groaned, the sight of him vanishing between the mounds of my tits–thick, wet, and throbbing–making him pulsate against my chest. It was having an effect on me too, my pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing as I started to move up and down more erratically and desperately, jerking his cock with my cleavage, my nipples pinched between my fingers.
Fuck. I was getting seriously turned on.
I let go of my tits and stood up, taking down my panties, the smooth mound of my pussy at eye level to him. I climbed into his lap, straddling him, my tits in his face. My pussy was wet. He could see that. Anyone could.
I was practically dripping.
I rocked my hips forward until I could rub against the length of his shaft, not letting it in, just teasing, grinding, letting the head of his cock slip against my folds. I moaned softly and let my head fall back, holding onto his neck with outstretched arms and clasped fingers.
“God, that feels so good,” I whispered. “Maybe I should let you fuck me now,” I said, glancing down between us. “I’m wet enough. You’d slide in so easily.” I moaned a little as I bounced, dangerously close to it slipping inside me. “Fuck. That would feel so good. I’d ride you until I came all over your cock.”
He groaned. Loudly. I could feel how close he was again.
“But I’m not going to,” I finished, pulling my hips back, lifting off of him again. I stood beside the couch, letting him see my thighs glisten with the mess we had made between my legs. “That would be too easy.”
I reached over and pressed two fingers gently to the base of his cock, then dragged them slowly upward, wiping the bead of precum from his head. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, watching him the whole time.
“I want you to beg for it.”
“Please,” he said instantly. “Please, Sarah. Let me cum. Please. I need it. I need it so bad.”
“How bad?”
He whimpered. “I can’t think straight. I’ve been hard for days. I can’t sleep. I wake up aching for you. I’ll do anything. Just tell me what to do.”
I smiled. “There is something you can do…”
“What?” he said, eagerness in his eyes. “Please. Anything.”
I smiled. “Wait longer.”
***
It was nearly midnight when I woke up, legs tangled in the sheets, body too hot, air too sticky. I dreamt I had swum in the ocean with a group of friends, and when I emerged, my bikini bottoms had been swallowed by the waves. It was part anxiety dream, yes, but I had also enjoyed the way my friend’s eyes had moved across my body, the way the embarrassment was hot and confronting in my chest, just like that first night of accidental nudity with Jason. Did I have a new exhibitionist kink now? Maybe. I lay still for a moment, listening to the quiet hum of the apartment.
I tried to ignore it, but there was no denying it; my pussy was very wet. I pressed my legs together, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse. That's when I realized: What’s the point of having a live-in sex toy unless I used it?
I slid out of bed, still warm and aching. I was wearing one of my nightgowns, pale blue cotton, just long enough to skim the tops of my thighs. No panties. No bra. My nipples pressed against the fabric, hard from the excitement of my dream. I padded down the hallway barefoot, careful not to make too much noise. I knocked once. Quiet. Then again, louder.
“Jason,” I said, voice still thick with sleep. “Are you awake? Can I come in?”
There was a pause. Then a quiet shuffle. The sound of the bed creaking. “Yes…”
He was in bed, shirtless, his hair messy. He blinked at me.
“Can you lie on your back, please?” I said, stepping into his room. “I need to use your mouth…”
He obeyed without hesitation, rolling over and settling flat on his back. I climbed over him, knees either side of his head, and let the hem of my nightgown fall around his face as I lowered my pussy onto his mouth.
I moaned as soon as I made contact. His lips parted, tongue eager, sliding between my lips. It felt *incredible*. I rocked forward slowly, grinding against him, adjusting my angle to drag my clit slowly along his outstretched tongue. The cotton nightgown muffled the sounds of his pleasure, but I could still hear his enjoyment. After all, isn’t this what he had signed up for? Isn’t this what he had fantasized about when he’d been watching those videos?
I started moving a little faster, grinding my entire pussy against his face, moaning low in my throat. His tongue moved quickly, finding my clit and circling it, licking and sucking, doing everything he could to give me pleasure. And it was working. I reached down and gripped the headboard for leverage, rocking harder, pressing my weight down onto him.
His moans vibrated against me. I reached back behind me and found his cock, holding it in my hand. I was going to start stroking and then I remembered I didn’t care. I wasn’t here for that. I was here to use him.
His hands moved from his sides and found my thighs, moving to hold my ass, and then finally settling on my hips, holding me there, pulling me even tighter against his mouth, helping to guide my little thrusts. We found the perfect rhythm and I started to feel the contractions inside me.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Oh my god, Jason.”
My back arched, his head still covered by my nightgown, completely engulfed by me, the scent and taste of me, dripping down onto his mouth while I used him like the toy he was. I started to cum, my thighs clenching around his head as I shuddered against his mouth. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. My hips kept grinding as the waves of it rolled through me, my whole body shaking.
I lifted myself from him to let the poor guy get some air and stayed like that for a moment. Me breathing heavily. Him sprawled out beneath me. My breathing was almost back to normal when I felt him lift his head from the bed beneath me and lick me again, softly, tentatively, as if asking permission. My entire body shuddered and my heart jumped.
He wanted *more*?
I lowered myself again, gently this time, pressing my pussy against his mouth a second time. He groaned, tongue already working, sucking greedily at the mess I’d left behind from the first time. I couldn’t believe it, it wasn’t long before I began to roll my hips slowly once more, finding the rhythm, riding his face, adjusting my angle every few seconds to keep the pressure exactly where I wanted it.
His breathing grew rougher. He tried to lift his head slightly, to follow me, and I pressed down harder, pinning him with my weight. I let my hands trail down my own body, pulling the nightgown tight across my breasts. My nipples ached. I rubbed them through the fabric, moaning louder now, letting him hear me.
“You like being used like this, don’t you?”
His answer was another muffled moan.
“Yeah, I know you do. I can feel how hard you are. You’re a little slutty for mommy, aren't you?”
I don’t know where that word came from, but as soon as it was out of my mouth, I couldn’t help but lean forward again, riding him faster, letting him fuck me with his tongue, bouncing on it, riding it, using it. The bed creaked under us. The sound of us filled the room. I reached behind me and slapped my own ass. Jason got the hint and followed suit.
“Harder.”
He obeyed and I yelped with a mix of pleasure and pain, his tongue deep inside me as he slapped my ass fucking *hard*, my thighs shaking in recoil, my head thrown back. This time, when I came, I came *loud*. Violent. I screamed into the darkness, grinding down hard on his mouth as the second climax exploded through me, loud enough for everyone in the apartment building to hear. He gasped beneath me, sucking air the moment I lifted off, chin glossy with my cum, eyes wide and slightly glazed. I swung one leg over him and tripped slightly, my legs buckling, falling onto his rug on my back, spreading out.
“Oh my fucking god,” I said, breathless. “Fucking…seriously…what the fuck…that was incredible.”
I lay on the floor, my pussy still pulsing. I could barely lift my head from the floor, the rug beneath me cushioning my exhausted body. I stretched out, savoring the lingering pleasure radiating through my limbs, my eyelids growing heavier by the second. The faint sounds of Jason moving on the bed above faded gently into the background. I knew I should probably get up, but the rug was so comforting, so inviting, and I was just too tired. With a sigh, I rolled onto my side, pulling my nightgown down just a little, and let myself drift.
When the sun came, it came at 5:37 AM. Pale light streamed through the partially closed blinds. I woke up slowly, confused at first, feeling the plush texture of the rug against my cheek. I opened my eyes, squinting against the brightness, and remembered why I was lying on Jason's bedroom floor. With a foggy brain and a guilty smile, I quietly padded back to my room, leaving his cock completely untouched and unserved.
[Hey, I hate to go on about it, but please let me know if you’re interested in hearing the rest of what happened! Your enthusiasm fuels me to continue posting it!]